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Fiction Friday: You’re Overreacting

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Friday Fictioneer Challenge: Write a 100-word story based on the photo prompt.
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Friday Fictioneer photo prompt. Copyright Dawn Q Landau

Friday Fictioneer photo prompt. Copyright Dawn Q Landau

Sam’s cell phone rang. “Where are you?” Andy asked.

“At the Crystal Ruins,” Sam replied. “I can find the geocache this time, I’m sure of it.”

“Yeah, right. You’re always sure and always wrong. Your geocaching treks usually end in disaster and you’re allergic to practically everything outside. Why are you doing this?”

“It’s fun,” Sam explained. “You’re overreacting.”

“No, I’m not. I read a GPS better than you, with all the times I’ve rescued you.”

As if on cue, Sam has a sneezing attack. Achoo! Achoo! Achoo!

“Uh oh,” said Sam, “I think both my contacts just popped out.”
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Fiction Friday: I’ve Done Worse

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

Friday Fictioneer photo prompt. Copyright Janet Webb

“You have something green stuck in your teeth,” Carly said. Joseph attempted to dislodge it. “How about now?” he asked. “Still there,” she said.

He excused himself to their host’s bathroom. In the mirror he saw exactly what he expected to see: nothing. Humans had landed on the moon but, so far, no one had invented a mirror that reflected a vampire’s image.

Picking up their host’s toothbrush by the sink, Joseph gave his fangs a quick going over. Using someone else’s toothbrush? I’ve done worse. When finished, he threw it away. Being undead doesn’t mean being uncouth, he reasoned.

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Fiction Friday: Camping Trip

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Friday Fictioneer challenge: Write a 100-word story based on the photo prompt.
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Friday Fictioneer photo prompt. Copyright Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Friday Fictioneer photo prompt. Copyright Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Korkheek started the fire while lnrllin, her husband, unloaded the spaceship. Donning their jet packs, the teenagers, G-mlak and tSikll, immediately abandoned the campsite for their annual race through the Grand Canyon.

Watching the embers fly up and dissipate, Korkheek wondered if this might be their last vacation on Terra. With the high price of dilithium crystals, she didn’t know if they could afford to travel next year.

“Korkheek.” She looked up into her husband’s mournful face. Instantly, she imagined the worst: An accident in the canyon? Where were the children?

“Korkheek,” Inrllinn said, “I forgot to pack the marshmallows.”
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Fiction Friday: Oh, Grow Up

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

Friday Fictioneer photo prompt. Copyright Madison Woods

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With a stick full of dangling slime, Sammy ran towards his classmates, yelling “Moose snot! Moose snot!” Frank pushed him away, snarling, “Oh, grow up.”

Next, Sammy spotted Tina. “Moose snot!” he yelled, stumbling towards her, waving his forestal trophy. Tina lunged, snatching it right out of his hand. “Grow up,” she hissed.

But so far, growing up wasn’t interesting or fun for Sammy.

Twenty-five years later, he read about a Canadian-American project researching the decline of the Alces alces; Tina was the lead scientist.

Now that’s interesting, Sammy thought, wondering if it was too late to start growing up.

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Fiction Friday: It’s A Sign

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Friday Fictioneers Challenge: Write a 100-word story based on the photo prompt.
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Friday Fictioneers photo prompt. Copyright Roget Bultot

Friday Fictioneers photo prompt. Copyright Roget Bultot

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The truck was parked in the same place, day after day. No one’s using it. It’s a sign I should take it, Jean-Michel thought.

Late Friday afternoon, he returned to the parking lot. In minutes, he broke in, hooked up a portable battery charger and hotwired the truck. Maybe there’s something valuable in the back, he thought, ever hopeful.

As Jean-Michel drove around a sharp curve, the truck’s cargo door swung open. In the police cruiser just behind, two officers saw something fall out: human, bloody, and wrapped in industrial cellophane. It’s a sign, they said, turning on the siren.

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