#FridayFictioneers Mirror Chants

I work on poetry over at A Full Cup of Tea, but 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 © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

“Don’t do it, Katie!” Laney shouted at her sister in the basement bathroom.

“It’s just story, Laney. Don’t be such a baby,” Katie retorted as she stuck out her tongue.

“I’ll tell mom,” threatened Laney, reaching for the bathroom door.

“Do whatever you want,” Katie waved off her sister turning towards the mirror in front of the sink cluttered with princess toothbrushes. Squaring her shoulders, Katie raised to a plié and began boldly, “Bloody Mary.”

“Don’t,” Laney whimpered, frozen in fear.

“Bloody Mary,” Katie continued in a shaking voice of increasing doubt. Laney began sobbing softly.

Kaite began a third time, “Bloody…”

-102 words-

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#FridayFictioneers Orbs

I work on poetry over at A Full Cup of Tea, but 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 © Dale Rogerson

Laughter rang out from the moonlit street as the ball bounced away. The children chased after their prey with unbridled enthusiasm finally catching up with the weary, red orb near the intersection at the bottom of the hill. Just as one of the smaller boys picked up the ball a bright light sped towards them. The driver tried to swerve but was unable to divert course as he approached the intersection. He drove right through the children and came to a stop at the bottom of the hill looking back at the child holding the ball in the eerie moonlight unfazed.

-101 words-

#FridayFictioneers Chocolate Cake

I work on poetry at my other blog, A Full Cup of Tea, but 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 © Roger Bultot

“I’ll have a slice of cake, please,” I said to the waitress.

“Cheesecake or Triple Chocolate?” she asked as I sat down at the counter.

“Chocolate.”

“Celebrating somethin’ special I hope,” she asked intrusively hovering with a pot of coffee.

“Nothin too special, my grandmother died,” I replied nonchalantly.

Afraid to sit my slice of cake on the counter in front of me, she asked horrified, “And that’s worth celebrating with cake?” as if I were some kinda murderer.

Easing my knife into the thick chocolate frosting, “She did wish me dead. Only seems right to enjoy livin’ with cake.”

-100 words-

FRIDAY FICTIONEERS: Bundles

FRIDAY FICTIONEERS: EVERY FRIDAY AUTHORS FROM AROUND THE WORLD GATHER TO SHARE THEIR 100-WORDS BASED ON THE PHOTO PROMPT HOSTED BY ROCHELLE WISOFF, OFFERING CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM AND ENCOURAGEMENT TO EACH OTHER. READERS ARE ENCOURAGED TO COMMENT AS WELL. HERE’S MY SHORT CONTRIBUTION…

Copyright -Sandra Crook

Copyright -Sandra Crook

“Wha…what should I do with…?” Suzette sobbed.

“Quick! Hide it in the hay on the tractor over there before it leaves. It’s small enough no one will notice, ” John dictated.

“But… what about when the tractor reaches it’s destination?”

“It’ll become bird food I suppose. Only natural.”

Suzette broke down, sobbing uncontrollably, unable to continue. John grabbed the blanketed bundle from her and tossed it between the hay,”Then I’ll do it myself!”

“No more.” John dragged Suzette back inside and whispered, “I told you I didn’t want him. Any more babies will end up like your little Michael. Got it.”

—100 words:Horror/Thriller/Suspense—

Friday Fictioneers: Sacrifice

Copyright - Randy Mazie

Copyright – Randy Mazie

“Catch that goat!” a lady in rags shouted to me on my way to the  jazz clubs. I chased the little fella into a nearby cemetery where a cornered him between two large headstones. Tough work in a dress and heels.

“Good bring him for the sacrifice,” the stringy-haired hag motioned to me when she caught up.

“You’re not going to kill him, are you?” I asked nervously. I wasn’t a vegetarian, but I didn’t want the little guy to die on my count.

“No, silly girl, I need a virgin for that,” she hissed threateningly. My turn to run.

—100 words—

FRIDAY FICTIONEERS: EVERY FRIDAY AUTHORS FROM AROUND THE WORLD GATHER HERE TO SHARE THEIR 100-WORDS BASED ON THE PHOTO PROMPT HOSTED BY ROCHELLE WISOFF, OFFERING CONSTRUCTIVE CRIT AND ENCOURAGEMENT TO EACH OTHER. READERS ARE ENCOURAGED TO COMMENT AS WELL. FOR MORE FRIDAY FICTIONEERS’ STORIES…

Ghoulish Flash Fiction A to Z: Werewolf (Worldwide)

As the attackers backed her down the dark ally, an odd-sounding growl escaped the cornered Lupe. When the  full moon finally lit every corner of the alley, Lupe was the only monster standing.

English: Full moon on a non-cloudy day as obse...

English: Full moon on a non-cloudy day as observed from Earth. Photograph taken from Chennai, India. Sony DSC-H3 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

—–33 words—–

Today’s Trifextra: Week Sixty-Four haunting is inspired by the werewolf of which there are many tales and variations worldwide.

Your challenge this weekend is to give us 33 words about anything you want.  Your piece must include at least one hyphenated compound modifier.  Remember that the hyphen will join your two words together to create one, so you will have a bit more wiggle room with your word count and language.  You are free to use more than one hyphenated modifier in your post, but we ask that you be careful not to sacrifice readability in the process.