#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 Lullaby

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 © Karuna

After the lights were turned out and all was quiet, the creature crept out of the closet. Oozing over bright-eyed dolls and cuddly stuffed bears, the tangled creature began its journey across the nursery.  Caking mud over airplane toys, the creature made it to the other side of the small room. Stopping at the crib, the mud and matted vine covered creature peered down in admiration at a baby boy clad in smiling cloud pajamas. A low gurgling started, a demonic lullaby.

As the baby cooed in response to the song, the creature reached out to hold his son.

-98 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-

#StoryaDay Wrong Stop

My September Story a Day for the day. I’ve gotten a bit distracted and haven’t kept up. Time to get back on track.

“Ding! Stop garh blar garh,” announced the jumbled robotic voice of the light rail system.

Ty still absorbed in his Thermodynamics book hopped off one station too soon, not paying attention to where he was going. As he headed towards the station exit he walked right into a large man.

“What here you’re going, punk!” The man screamed as he threw Ty’s book onto the tracks.

“No, I need that book to study for my exam tomorrow,” Ty lamented.

“If you don’t get out of my way, nerd, you’re going to be next,” the large man snarled as the next train raced over the book on the tracks.

Once the man hopped on the train and it sped away Ty felt it was safe to hop onto the tracks to retrieve his battered book and head home. He never saw the returning train coming.

 

#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-