Category Archives: Fiction

A Room of One’s Own

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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

A Room of One’s Own

“Why would anyone build a round room out back?” Don looked at his wife, Yvonne, in the arched doorway. “I’m not spending the money to repair this place. You won’t find me stepping foot in here.” Yvonne watched Don return to the house. She had hated the thought of moving here, away from her family, but tradition dictated that the wife follow the husband.

She ran her hands over the stone mills, imagining the women before her, finding refuge as they ground their flour. Yvonne gave thanks to whoever built this place that soon would be hers and hers alone.

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Quilt Dreams: Fiction Friday

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

Photo copyright Sandra Crook

Photo copyright Sandra Crook

Quilt Dreams

She dreamed the patterns and colors; later, she sewed. Carlene never knew who the quilts were for until she finished them. The quilts celebrated many events: births, rites of passage, marriages. Occasionally they comforted someone close to the end of their life.

Earthtones in diamond shapes swirled and twirled in the quilt she’d finish today. Tonight her dream would tell her who would be the recipient, and why.

Carlene slow to awaken. It was the mirror who reminded her of her dream. This would be the last quilt she’d ever make, and it was for her, in her last days.

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To read other Friday Fictioneer stories based on this photo, select the smiley blue frog.

Right and Wrong: Fiction Friday

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

Photo copyright Vijaya Sundaram

Photo copyright Vijaya Sundaram

Right and Wrong

“Why are you upset?” Amy reached for Earl’s hand. “Just because I see something you don’t doesn’t make me wrong.”

Earl avoided her touch. “Yes, it does. I’m always right. Aliens do not exist!”

As if on cue, a flotilla of brightly lit, tiny spaceships descended in their yard. Amy ran outside to greet them. “I told you they’d return!” The spaceships surrounded Amy, swirling.

Earl refused to be convinced. “Fireflies!”

A shimmering net enveloped Amy, lifting her into the sky as the spaceships flew away in formation.

Earl screamed at Amy as she disappeared.“Fireflies, I tell you, just fireflies!”

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To read other Friday Fictioneer stories based on this photo, select the smiley blue frog.


Boys In A Boat: Fiction Friday

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The Friday Fictioneer Challenge: Write a 100-word story based on the photo. This summer is featuring some photos that have been previously used. This was my 36th Friday Fictioneer story (January 2015).

Photo copyright Georgia Koch

Photo copyright Georgia Koch

Boys in a Boat

Cousins Tom and Jerry sprinted as soon as they saw the boat.

“Just like Venice!” Jerry cried. “A gondola!” Tom shouted.

They had only a moment before their families, gathered for a picnic, caught up to them. Shoving the boat into the canal, they jumped in and pushed away from the dock.

Their timing was perfect.

Cresting the bridge, their families stopped and focused their attention on the boys in full serenade mode in the middle of the canal.

Shaking their heads, everyone continued on, unfazed at the sight of two boys standing in a boat filling with water, sinking.

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To read other Friday Fictioneer stories based on this photo, select the smiley blue frog.

Seasons Change: Fiction Friday

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

FF 109 Janet Webb

Photo copyright Janet Webb

Seasons Change

Sienna remembered finding her first wasp nest, amazed to discover it was made of paper, which was itself made of wood. Her young imagination opened to a world of chemistry.

The nests were sturdy but built for only one season. She learned that lesson many times in her scientific career as well as her personal life: some things were short-lived, but in their own moment strong, beautiful.

Retirement awaited her just outside the lab door. Picking up the wasp nest from her desk, Sienna thought it an accurate life symbol: seasons change. It was time for her to move on.

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To read other Friday Fictioneer stories based on this photo, select the smiley blue frog.