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This Younger Generation: Fiction Friday

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The Friday Fictioneer Challenge: Write a 100-word story based on the photo.

FF 137 J Hardy Carroll

Photo copyright J Hardy Carroll

This Younger Generation

As the front door creaked open, all the ghosts flew to the attic. Nobody had been to the manor in more than a decade.

Marmaduke, the oldest, took command. “Horatio, see who it is.”

“Not dressed like this,” he replied, ashamed of his ragged attire from being run over by a horse-drawn carriage during a thunderstorm.

Celeste sobbed, causing blood to drip from the knife in her back. “Why can’t they just stay away?”

The ghosts huddled in a corner, avoiding Marmaduke’s gaze. If I weren’t already dead, he sighed heavily, this younger generation would be the death of me.

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Disputed Territory: Fiction Friday

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The Friday Fictioneer Challenge: Write a 100-word story based on the photo.

Photo copyright Shaktiki Sharma

Photo copyright Shaktiki Sharma

Disputed Territory

Cats are so transparent, the Loggerhead Shrike mused. The feline tail twirled back and forth as it was sneaking up on the grasshopper. At the bottom of the post, Cat got ready to pounce. Timing is everything, Shrike thought as it dove down, snatching up the grasshopper in its beak.

Cat jumped up, swiping its paw at the now empty post. “Hey! That’s mine!” Cat objected.

“Don’t think so.” Shrike impaled the grasshopper on a nail protruding from the porch.

Deciding it never really wanted the grasshopper anyway, Cat started licking its paws, silently making plans for revenge. Next time . . .

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Spring Into Action: Fiction Friday

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The Friday Fictioneer Challenge: Write a 100-word story based on the photo.

Photo copyright Sarah Potter

Photo copyright Sarah Potter

Spring Into Action

First day of spring; Arthur’s favorite day of the year. People who make resolutions in January are idiots, he decided. He believed the first day of spring is the day to renew, recharge one’s soul.

Getting out of bed, he changed into his running clothes, looking forward to arriving at the park just before dawn, greeting the sun as it peeked over the horizon. As he opened the door, snowflakes from a late winter storm blew into Arthur’s face, hinting at the brutal bleakness waiting for him, should he go outside.

Good grief, Arthur thought. I’m going back to bed.

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Until Further Notice: Fiction Friday

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The Friday Fictioneer Challenge: Write a 100-word story based on the photo.

Photo copyright Ted Strutz

Photo copyright Ted Strutz

Until Further Notice

Kate hadn’t seen another scavenger hunter in more than an hour. She looked at the clue once more: Four on the floor, stillness amidst the flow of time.

Turning towards the sound of running water, Kate eventually exited the woods, coming to the creek. I only need the last item! She flipped an imaginary coin, turning upstream, soon spotting the chair. She trotted into the water, hoping she was first. She found a note taped underneath the seat.

“Until further notice, celebrate everything.”

Smiling, Kate returned the note to its envelope, deciding to share the sentiment with those who followed.

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First Day: Fiction Friday

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The Friday Fictioneer Challenge: Write a 100-word story based on the photo.

Photo copyright Roger Bultot

Photo copyright Roger Bultot

First Day

“What’s that white stuff?”

Aloe sighed, looking up at Orchid, his bloom newly opened. Aloe had been on that window sill for as long as she could remember. Orchid had been there a long time, too, but his memory faded each time his last bloom withered. He never remembered the snow, the rain, the sunshine. Today really is the first day of the rest of his life, Aloe thought.

With true kindness, Aloe said, “It’s snow,” and started to describe the weather and the world they would see pass by them as they looked out the window together, as always.

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