#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~

 

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FRIDAY FICTIONEERS: Lamp Guts

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 - Dawn M. Miller

Copyright – Dawn M. Miller

“They’re for my experiment.”

“Experiment?”

“Yes, I need their guts.”

“The… what? Guts?”

“Yes, electronics, wires. I thought you were here to help?”

“Well, I…um,” sputtered, stumbling over my words and intentions.

“If you’re just going to stand around then go, otherwise start taking apart these lamps,” Ralph commanded before resuming his tinkering. I was curious now, so I picked up the nearest lamp and began dismantling it. This would at least pass the time and allow me to keep an eye on Ralph until the hospital staff came to take him back.

—100 words—

FRIDAY FICTIONEERS: Signs

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 CRIT AND ENCOURAGEMENT TO EACH OTHER. READERS ARE ENCOURAGED TO COMMENT AS WELL. BACK FROM A WINTER BREAK, HERE’S MY SHORT CONTRIBUTION…

Copyright -Claire Fuller

Copyright -Claire Fuller

The sign’s kept up mostly out of spite I s’pose. There ain’t too many men working these days, ‘specially needin’ a smoke. Heck even the robots can maintenance themselves. It’s what happens when ya keep on asking for more without give none back. We took too much then nature had to take it back. My son says it’s physics. I s’pose.

Good thing tho’ –peoples are still needing signs to keep people away from robots, people away from other people, and it still takes a man to know where to put the sign. Even the ironic signs of no use.

—Dystopia 100 words—

FRIDAY FICTIONEERS: Aphrodite’s Sister

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 CRIT AND ENCOURAGEMENT TO EACH OTHER. READERS ARE ENCOURAGED TO COMMENT AS WELL. BACK FROM A WINTER BREAK, HERE’S MY SHORT CONTRIBUTION…

Copyright-Dawn Q. Landau

Copyright-Dawn Q. Landau

Legends tell of Aphrodite, goddess of love and beauty, born from the sea, but time has forgotten the tale of her sister. A siren of the sea luring men to their demise and mother to all mermaids. After trying to flood the earth to rule with Poseidon, Zeus punished the goddess with legs; she’s never to return to her watery home. On a clear night when the sea is calm you can hear her singing out the song of the mermaids from her pink box on the beach. A song that bears instructions for man’s watery demise.

—Mythology: 97 words—

FRIDAY FICTIONEERS: You ready?

Copyright - Jennifer Pendergast

Copyright – Jennifer Pendergast

“You ready?”  captain asked. I tried to nod yes, but the spaceman-like suit restricted my neck. I must have moved just enough, because he then asked, “You’ve got the code,” pointing to the tall white box next to me. Again I attempted to nod in futility.

“Alright, I’m going to head to the safety check point.  Wait for the go ahead and all clear. God speed.” captain ordered before leaving me alone with the buzzing  box.

After what seemed like an eternity, captain’s voice cracked in my helmet,”Operation Melissa is Go!”

Shaking, I entered the code and released the weapon.

—100 words: SciFi—

And I continue my scifi Bees tale. I may really have to develop this out now.

FRIDAY FICTIONEERS: EVERY FRIDAY (OR CLOSE ENOUGH)  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…

 

FRIDAY FICTIONEERS: Tough day?

Copyright - Douglas M. MacIlroy

Copyright – Douglas M. MacIlroy

“Tough day?” the winged creature sitting on the cloud next to the check-in gate asked as a tardy friend dragged in.

“Like you wouldn’t believe. I think that kid has a death wish,” the winged friend confessed.

“Better yours than mine,” the first winged creature lowered his voice, “I think mine might be you-know-who in the flesh.”

“What makes you say that? You’re done early everyday,” the friend prodded.

“Because the kid shuts himself up in his room after school everyday and doesn’t come out until morning. He’s not doing homework; I’ve seen his grades.”

“Think we should tell Him?”

—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…

FRIDAY FICTIONEERS: What does it look like?

Dr. Lantha’s misadventures continue…

Copyright – EL Appleby

Copyright – EL Appleby

“Have you seen…well, it’s a bit of a… well, it’s hard to describe really…” Dr. Lantha struggled to give the police officer a description.

“What does it look like? Height, weight, unique features?” the officer prodded.

“What would you say, Otto?” Dr. Lantha desperately looked to his chimpanzee lab assistant for some help. Otto just shook his head, wanting no further part in this malady.

“What color is it?” the officer continued.

“Well…you see… the hind end is stripped…like a zebra.” Dr. Lantha described as Otto rolled his eyes.

“A zebra?” the officer questioned, not looking up from his notepad.

—Sci-fi: 100 words—

You can check out the rest of Dr. Lantha’s misadventures by clicking on Dr. Lantha in the Category list on my blog’s side bar. They are pieces that I am now working to editing together into a complete longer story. 

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…