#StoryaDay Spilled Coffee

My September Story a Day for the day.

Finally the assignment was complete. All night spent typing and retyping as the coffee pot emptied. Now all Shandra needed to do was send her professor a perfectly worded email with the email attached. 

Shandra leaned back to reread her email setting her coffee mug down. The mug plopped down a little too forcefully and spilled cold black coffee all over her laptop as it toppled over. ‘Sizze’…the computer hissed before the screen turned as black as the coffee staining the sheets of notes on the desk. An enite night’s work gone.

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#FridayFictioneers Hit the Deck

I work on poetry at my other blog, A Full Cup of Tea, and dabble in some short stories and flash fiction here with the FRIDAY FICTIONEERS. Every Friday authors from around the world gather to share their 100-word stories based on the photo prompt hosted by Rochelle Wisoff. We offer support, constructive criticism, and encouragement to each other. Readers are encouraged to comment. My contribution for the week follows the photo prompt below…

Also counting this as my September Story a Day for the day.

PHOTO PROMPT -© Vijayay Sundaram

PHOTO PROMPT -© Vijaya Sundaram

 

Boom! Pop ! Zizzle! BANG!

A loud bang sounded nearby followed by a red glow and the gleeful voices of children up the street. It was August there should be any more fireworks.

“Hit the deck!” James shouted as he jumped to  the ground and covered his head with the couch pillow. “We’re taking on fire!”

Both he and the dog had taken up sheltered positions behind the recliner before I finished checking out the window. “It’s just the kids up the street setting off the last of their fireworks,” I calmly explained as I turned up the TV.

-98 words-

Veterans, PTSD, and fireworks http://www.nbcnews.com/news/us-news/military-vets-ptsd-4th-fireworks-can-be-nerve-wracking-n602526

 

#FridayFictioneers Buzzing Terror

I work on poetry at my other blog, A Full Cup of Tea, and dabble in some short stories and flash fiction here with the FRIDAY FICTIONEERS. Every Friday authors from around the world gather to share their 100-word stories based on the photo prompt hosted by Rochelle Wisoff. We offer support, constructive criticism, and encouragement to each other. Readers are encouraged to comment. My contribution for the week follows the photo prompt below…

 

PHOTO PROMPT © Janet Webb

Photo Prompt (C) Janet Webb

 

The glass from the front door shimmered in the midsummer sun.Buzzing terror emerged from the curved cast iron encasing the glass towards the nest resting above the front door. No sale is worth an anaphylactic shock, but Ms.VanDyne has bought thirty cases every year. Maybe I can go to the back door and avoid the buzzing terror; I thought to myself as I gripped my clipboard tightly with a start.

“How many?” I rasped as the EMT stabbed the needle in my leg. “Ms.VanDyne is out of town; a neighbor found you running around screaming in pain,” she replied.

-101 words-

 

 

Monday Miss

Monday morning, I mumbled with my head down as I lugged my bag up to my stop. Mondays were always the worst. I had an essay exam in my the first-period class; it could not get any worse than that I huffed.

As I neared my stop, halfway up the huge hill, I saw the white sedan bouncing out of control towards a group of small children playing in the street. I barely got a ‘hey’ before the car hit the first kid, mowing them all down before it spun to a stop in front of me.

 

#MysteryMonday Sinister Message

Jamie and I headed inside to make a list of suspects. I noticed the light blinking on his answering machine when we reach his office in the back of the house.
“Did you hear the phone ring?” I asked as I pressed the button next to the red pulsating light.
Jamie shook his head no as a mechanical voice commanded from the machine.
“If you want the jewel of your collection returned in one piece it will cost you $3 million dollars. I will send instructions.  Do not involve the authorities and do not try to play games with me or I will have to take one leg at a time. ” (click)
Jamie let out an audible sigh at that last part and I thought he was going to pass out for a moment. Instead we just stood there in the shadows staring at each other.
“This doesn’t sound like someone who wants to sell at an auction, this sounds like someone who may have a personal grudge,” I muttered as I motioned towards the answering machine button once more.

Continued from Missing Spider

#FridayFictioneers Hard Landing

I work on poetry at my other blog, A Full Cup of Tea, and dabble in some short stories and flash fiction here with the FRIDAY FICTIONEERS. Every Friday authors from around the world gather to share their 100-word stories based on the photo prompt hosted by Rochelle Wisoff. We offer support, constructive criticism, and encouragement to each other. Readers are encouraged to comment. My contribution for the week follows the photo prompt below…

PHOTO PROMPT © Melanie Greenwood

PHOTO PROMPT © Melanie Greenwood

 

 

I didn’t hear a word the crew said as passengers called out in panic when the plane rocked to the left.  Why hadn’t I paid attention during the safety briefing I lamented as I frantically searched for the safety card in front of me. Where were we I wonder briefly as I looked to my left to see the guy next to me yacking cheap liquor as the plane jolted again to the left. I was thankful I didn’t get motion sickness as the plane lurched forward and then landed with a loud thud on the hard pavement to cars honking.

~Word Count: 101 Words~

 

#MysteryMonday Missing Spider

Continued from Friday’s post CoffeeTime

“It’s gone…I don’t…know,” Jamie puffed into the phone incoherently.
“Hold tight, I’m on my way,” I responded as I hung up the phone and started up my car.
I found Jamie on the floor of his garage surrounded by crumpled paper, bubble wrap, and little glass containers. “I’ve searched in all of these…it’s gone.”
“Maybe whats-her-face took it when she moved out.”
“No,” Jamie replied flatly to my suggestion.
“Look no one wants a fossilized spider…it has to be here somewhere.”
“It’s not just any spider it’s rare, it’s ancient, and the prize of my collection! Someone took it!”
“Why would some want to do that?” I asked as I gingerly shuffled through the containers of arachnids and assorted insects.
“To hurt me,” Jamie whined like a child. I paused from my search to give Jaime a look that said I did not buy that reasoning to which he responded quietly, “To sell it.”
“Is it valuable?” I questioned. I had no idea about these things. I tried to avoid spiders altogether. Just sorting through Jamie’s current collection made me a little squeamish.
“Oh yes, to a museum or other similar collection, the specimen could fetch a price of $2.84 million and at auction even more.”
“And you were keeping in your garage? Let’s start making a list of who knew you had the fossil and wanted it and then talk about your choice of storage options.”

~Word Count: 240 words~