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Timing Is Everything: Fiction Friday

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

Copyright Santoshwriter

Timing Is Everything

“Get ready to jump, Little Drop,” Drop Four said.

“Shotgun!” Drop One shouted.

“Why do you always get to go first?” Drop Three whined.

“Don’t push!” Drop Two snarled. “Wait your turn!”

The stag approached. When it jostled the branch, four big drops leapt onto its antler.

“Jump, Little Drop, jump!” they urged, from below.

Bravely, Little Drop jumped.

Unfortunately, Little Drop had waited too long and missed the stag entirely, landing on the ground. Sinking into the soil, he watched the stag walk away with the four big drops exclaiming about their fabulous front view on the velveted antler.

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

An Adventure: Fiction Friday

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Friday Fictioneer Challenge: Write a 100-word story based on the photo.
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Copyright Marie Gail Stratford

Copyright Marie Gail Stratford

An Adventure

Tammy looked out of the car window and pointed to the silo. “Mom! A spaceship!”

“A spaceship?” Veronica looked into the rear view mirror, smiling. “Where will it go when it takes off?”

“The moon! No, wait, Mars! To Mars!” Tammy said, excited.

“That would be quite an adventure!” Veronica said.

“Are we going on an adventure?” Tammy asked.

“Yes, but not to Mars.”

At twilight, they arrived at Docking Bay 94 where an intergalactic spaceship waited in the underground silo, prepped for takeoff.

Getting out of the car, Tammy grinned and took a step forward, ready for her adventure.

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This is my 52nd Friday Fictioneer story. One year! It’s been quite an adventure!

A Picnic: Fiction Friday

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Friday Fictioneer Challenge: Write a 100-word story based on the photo.
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Copyright Madison Woods

Copyright Madison Woods

A Picnic

“Lemonade and ice,” the ceramic pot said. “Maybe it’s a picnic.”

“Picnics!” the spigot said, “I hate ‘em. Kids always putting horrible stuff up my nose, dogs licking me in the face. Disgusting. I like it better on the top of the refrigerator, out of reach.”

“You just don’t like getting baths,” the handle teased. “Big baby.”

“Stop calling me a baby!” the spigot sputtered.

The ceramic pot countered, “I’m the one at risk here. One baseball in the gut and I’m a goner.”

The lemonade, wondering how to get out of there, asked, “Can’t we all just get along?”
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No Reason To Be Greedy: Fiction Friday

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Friday Fictioneer Challenge: Write a 100-word story based on the photo.
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Copyright Dee Lovering

Copyright Dee Lovering

No Reason To Be Greedy

Sally decorated her caves with statues and vases that had fallen to the ocean floor from shipwrecks over the centuries. She loved her figurehead collection.

But ships didn’t have figureheads anymore and there were hardly any shipwrecks these days. To get something new, she had to shop for herself. Drifting up to the Mediterranean, she saw many interesting statues along the coast.

I’ll take just one this trip, she thought. No reason to be greedy. Sally the giant octopus surfaced and, extending two arms, delicately removed the statue from the top of the monument.

She didn’t even hear the screams.

Paradise: Fiction Friday

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Friday Fictioneer Challenge: Write a 100-word story based on the photo.
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Copyright Douglas M MacIlroy

Copyright Douglas M MacIlroy

Paradise

“Commune with nature,” they said. “See polar bears walk by,” they said. “Your very own cabin,” they said. “A veritable Arctic Circle paradise,” they said. She signed up, wanting to be away from everything and everyone.

No one had said anything about summer snow storms. She could barely see the next domed cabin.

She was grateful for the heating that worked, the fully-stocked kitchenette, and the electric blanket. In the bookcase, she found the complete works of Agatha Christie, PD James, and Ruth Rendell. Maybe paradise is white, cold, and isolated, she thought, reaching for Murder on the Orient Express.
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