Bellona’s Bracelet: Fiction Friday

Posted on June 5, 2015 by treshabarger

Friday Fictioneer Challenge: Write a 100-word story based on the photo.
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Bellona’s Bracelet

Bellona’s bracelet broke while battling the gods from the Greek isles. As their armies retreated, she searched the blood-stained beach, collecting as many bracelet links as possible before the sun set.

Washing off her blade, shield, and helmet in the sea, Bellona winced as the salt water washed into her wounds — wounds that would be healed by morning with only faint scars as a reminder. Tomorrow she would begin preparation for the next battle.

Carrying the broken bracelet pieces in her helmet, Bellona abandoned the beach, heading off to Vulcan’s fiery forge under the mountain. He would be expecting her.

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Bellona by Rembrandt, 1633

Bellona by Rembrandt, Metropolitan Museum of Art, The Friedsam Collection, Bequest of Michael Friedsam, 1931
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To read other Friday Fictioneer stories based on the photo, select the smiley blue frog.

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Bellona is the Roman Goddess of War.

Throw The Ball: Fiction Friday

Posted on May 29, 2015 by treshabarger

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

Kneeling, Andy jimmied open the back door. As he turned the doorknob, he felt a nudge in his back. He froze. Slowly, he turned around.

The scrap metal dog greeted him, eyes glowing red, tail wagging. It dropped a ball at Andy’s feet, nudging it towards him. He picked it up and threw it. With lightning speed, the dog retrieved it. Andy threw the ball again, again, and again. Each time Andy ran for the fence to flee, the dog knocked him down.

As the scrap metal dog brought him the ball yet again, Andy realized he would never escape.
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To read other Friday Fictioneer stories based on this photo, select the smiley blue frog.

Timing Is Everything: Fiction Friday

Posted on May 22, 2015 by treshabarger

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

Posted on May 15, 2015 by treshabarger

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

Posted on May 8, 2015 by treshabarger

Friday Fictioneer Challenge: Write a 100-word story based on the photo.
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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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It's a long story …

a light-hearted look at life by Tresha Barger

Tag Archives: Friday Fictioneers

Bellona’s Bracelet: Fiction Friday

Throw The Ball: Fiction Friday

Timing Is Everything: Fiction Friday

An Adventure: Fiction Friday

A Picnic: Fiction Friday