Category Archives: Fiction

A Muggle’s Troubles: Fiction Friday

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

FF 172 Rochelle Wishoff-Fields

Photograph copyright Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

A Muggle’s Troubles

Jeremy was going through a Harry Potter phase, taking up residence in the closet.

Sandra peeked inside. “Harry was never a slob. You couldn’t find anything in here, Jeremy, much less an invitation to Hogwarts. Clean it up or I will tell every single owl that comes by that you are not fit to be a wizard.”

Just like magic, Jeremy started straightening things up.

Retreating to the living room, Sandra looked at the clutter. On a whim she whispered, “Accio earring!” Nothing moved, no earring appeared. Sandra sighed. Things sure would be easier if I weren’t such a muggle.

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This week’s photographer is our own Friday Fictioneer leader, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Check out Rochelle’s blog here.

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Next Steps: Fiction Friday

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

Photo copyright J Hardy Carroll

Photo copyright J Hardy Carroll

Next Steps

“Everything I own, gone in just a few minutes.” Max heard himself say to the reporter as she packed up her gear. She hadn’t talked to him. She had interviewed only the man who lived in the penthouse suite. Both the penthouse occupant and the reporter ignored everyone else; not worth their time, they thought.

Max sat down on the curb, coughing from the smoke, unsure of his next steps. This isn’t how I thought today would go.

He unzipped his jacket just enough to see his kitten’s face poking out. She mewed. Max hugged her as he cried.

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Check out J Hardy Carroll’s blog.

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Why Do I Even Bother: Fiction Friday

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

Photo copyright Marie Gail Stratford

Photo copyright Marie Gail Stratford

Why Do I Even Bother?

The signal changed from yellow to red for the gazillionth time. “People jaywalk, drivers ignore me.” The traffic signal grumbled under its breath, “Why do I even bother?”

Deciding to share its misery with the humans who made its life miserable, the signal changed its timing, making the long wait times even longer during the rush hour.

Then it saw a young girl holding her mother’s hand, waiting patiently to cross. Finding someone who paid attention cheered up the signal to no end. It changed to green in their direction, winking at the girl as she stepped off the curb.

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You can check out Marie Gail Stratford’s blog here.

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The Way Back: Fiction Friday

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

FF 169 Sarah Ann Hall

Photo copyright Sarah Ann Hall

The Way Back

The Persian goblet was from the tomb of King Cyrus II. Cassandra discovered it was a time portal, a way back to the king’s temple. The portal opened with the full moon’s rise and closed when it set.

In 531 BC, Cassandra approached the temple to return to her own time and place. Through the time-travel haze, she saw a man in her apartment. He looked straight at her, raised the goblet, laughing as he smashed it against the fireplace.

In ancient Persia, the temple’s archway collapsed, clouds of dust choking her.

There was no way back, not any more.

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Zombies with Cameras: Fiction Friday

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

FF 168 Roger Bultot

Photo copyright Roger Bultot

Zombies with Cameras

Josie drank coffee as the darkness waned. She’d been awake for hours.

She’d discovered an online insomniac community. Some couldn’t go to sleep right away, some woke up in the middle of the night. Others, like her, woke up too early.

They photographed what they saw when they wished they were sleeping. A collection of their photos, “Zombies with Cameras,” hung in a gallery, with the opening ceremony that night.

The photographers hadn’t met before; they’d recognize each other by their “Sleeping is Overrated” buttons and insomnia-induced lifeless movements.

The sun rose. Another long day – and night – awaited.

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