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The Quest

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

FF 108 Adam Ickes

Photo copyright Adam Ickes

The Quest

Sir Duncan eyed the pier, the last leg of the dangerous quest. It was his mission – and his alone – to deliver the magic potion to the queen. He would not fail.

He sprinted, unsurprised by the appearance of the Kraken, its appendages smashing down, raining water as if from a hurricane. His heart beat fast as he darted hither and yon, avoiding the crushing blows. He fought off the cephalopod, leaving the empty-handed monster behind.

Sir Duncan knelt before the queen. “Your sunscreen, m’lady.”

Angela smiled as her son jumped in the lake, ready to battle the Loch Ness monster.

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Some Explaining To Do: Fiction Friday

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

FF 107 Ted Strutz

Photo copyright Ted Strutz

Some Explaining To Do

Meg wondered what surprise Eric left for her this time; he constantly played tricks on her, trying to get her fired. She climbed the ladder to clean the uppermost shelves. Her shoe stuck to the step a bit. In trying to get it loose, she lost her balance, falling. Broken glass and a dead body waited for the first shift.

The police sergeant noticed the gum on her shoe and its counterpart on the ladder step, wondering what it had to do with Meg falling.

DNA testing would pinpoint the gum’s owner. Soon, Eric would have some explaining to do.
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Could Be Worse: Fiction Friday

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

FF 106 Janet M Webb s

Photo copyright Janet M Webb

Could Be Worse

Michelle couldn’t believe her eyes. She’d been inside all day working overtime on a Saturday in the office building’s basement, alone. Insulated from sound and without any windows, she had no idea the storm arrived, depositing flash-flood level rains.

She’d just have to wait until the waters receded. She sighed, Saturday night at the office? How pathetic!

She retreated to the break room. Still, she thought, it could be worse. I hate getting my shoes wet. She noticed the vending machines were full, having been restocked Friday afternoon. “Orange Hostess Cupcakes in slot B-13,” she squealed in delight, “my favorite!”

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

On The Open Water: Fiction Friday

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

Photo copyright Jan Wayne Fields

Photo copyright Jan Wayne Fields

On The Open Water

“Not the best weather,” the skipper said, casting off.

“It never is,” Rakel replied, tying her scarf. She chartered the boat for the whole day, was the only passenger. On the open water, the winds whipped away her words, blurred her memories. Everything sounded and looked the same, yet everything sounded and looked different. She decided the white-capped waves were like snowflakes: each one was unique.

They returned to port in the late afternoon. Rakel wondered if the winds would find her, returning her words and memories to her after she moved away, into the mountains. She hoped they would.
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The Scar: Fiction Friday (revisited)

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The Friday Fictioneer Challenge: Write a 100-word story based on the photo. As a brief summer respite, some prompts are being reused. This week’s prompt was my first Friday Fictioneer story (May 2014).

Photo copyright Sandra Crook

Photo copyright Sandra Crook

The Scar

Ow! A sheep bit Trina’s hand as her arm dangled out the window. Her index finger was bleeding, next to her scar. She bared her teeth, growling at the herd.

The scar. She had been five and the goat she was feeding nipped her finger, thinking it a treat. Nana cleaned, bandaged and kissed it to make it better. Nana was in a nursing facility now, but Trina hadn’t visited in months.

She looked at her scar again. Taking out her phone to video the sheep, Trina smiled. Sunday I’ll visit Nana. Lots to talk about this time.

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