Category Archives: Fiction

Childhood’s End: Fiction Friday

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The Friday Fictioneer Challenge: Write a 100-word story based on the photo.
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FF 77 Jean L Hays

Photo copyright Jean L Hays

Childhood’s End

Sarah hadn’t been to the coffee shop in years, had almost forgotten the window. It was her first commission, while still in her teens. She had been ecstatic. A professional artist! I’m on my way!

And she was on her way – to being poor. She was shocked to discover how many people wanted fine art at garage sale prices. She left behind her childish fantasies of overnight success.

Hard work, hard years; they all led to now. Like the colorful light streaming through the stained glass, it was only after major transformations that the beauty of her adult life resulted.
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Your Secret Is Safe With Me: Fiction Friday

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The Friday Fictioneer Challenge: Write a 100-word story based on the photo.
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Photo copyright Scott L Vannater

Photo copyright Scott L Vannater

Your Secret Is Safe With Me

“Here’s my wish list for next year.” Katt nudged the notepad.

“Next year?” Santa guffawed. “You weren’t good this year, last year, or the year before that.”

“What’s your point? I expect something special.”

“You’ll get what I give you and you’ll like it!” Santa snapped, turning towards the fireplace. “Now, stop making me late.”

Santa vanished up the chimney. Katt strutted to the tree, found his present: a heated cat bed, already plugged in and warm.

Santa loves us all, even in naughty years, Katt purred as he climbed in. Don’t worry, Santa. Your secret is safe with me.

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Ghost Riders in the Sky: Fiction Friday

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The Friday Fictioneer Challenge: Write a 100-word story based on the photo.
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Photo copyright Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Photo copyright Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Ghost Riders in the Sky

Leaning against the sink, Frances closed her eyes, trying to decide. Should she stay? She needed a sign.

The counter quivered. She looked up, saw a buffalo stampede erupting out of the dawn’s mist. As they approached, she saw their black horns, red eyes, steel hooves. The massive herd darkened the prairie, yet the sunrise flickered through them.

A cowboy appeared outside her window, his horse rearing up. He looked straight at her; her blood ran cold. Running outside, Frances mounted the second horse that wasn’t there a second ago and rode off chasing the phantom herd into the light.
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This is my 75th Friday Fictioneer story. Moving right along!

Leap of Faith: Fiction Friday

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The Friday Fictioneer Challenge: Write a 100-word story based on the photo.
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FF 74 Luther Siler

Photo copyright Luther Siler

Leap of Faith

The old man called her Faith (not her real name but she didn’t worry about it). She feigned indifference anytime he looked her way (as cats are wont to do), ate the food he left for her.

The yellow bird just showed up one day. She watched him plug in the cord attached to it. It came alive! The wings moved; its head turned back and forth. It was going to attack!

Instinctively, she launched herself from her hiding place in the tree, claws fully extended, aiming for the big yellow head. She had only one thought in mind: Protect!

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Jurassic Park:Fiction Friday

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

Photo copyright Roger Bultot

Jurassic Park

“Something big is alive on the other side,” Stevie whispered, ear against the door.

“Alive?” Martin didn’t believe him, but wanted to.

“Wild animals, roaming loose, just like in the history holograms.”

“Ridiculous! There haven’t been any wild animals in centuries.” Martin looked back, taking comfort in the sight of all things familiar: glass, concrete, pavement.

Before Martin could protest, Stevie yanked open both doors only to have their worst nightmare come true: something jumped out at them. They ran, screams obscuring the soft chirping of the cricket as it righted itself on the concrete after bouncing off Stevie’s nose.
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