The Last Waltz: Fiction Friday

Posted on March 27, 2015 by treshabarger

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

Friday Fictioneer prompt. Copyright Dave Stewart

The Last Waltz

A retired musician sat in each seat. However circuitous their paths had been to this point, they knew they were lucky to be there. Leaving professional tensions behind years ago, all they brought with them now was the magic of their music, and they brought it all with each performance.

As the last rays of the sun faded, the first notes of their favorite piece, The Blue Danube, rang out. Stars emerged as if on cue. The musicians brought forth the enchantment as envisioned by Johann Strauss, each playing with loving tenderness, never knowing which waltz would be their last.
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The Green Room: Fiction Friday

Posted on March 20, 2015 by treshabarger

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

The Green Room

Richard didn’t understand: the wood wasn’t green, wasn’t wet, but no matter how many times he lit the fire, it wouldn’t take.

This was the fairies’ favorite trick: enticing campers into the Green Room (as they called it), to watch them try to start a fire. Fanning the flame with their wings, just enough so the fire flickered, the fairies then dropped dust on it, making it smolder and go out.

When Richard returned home, he felt the need to paint his house green, inside and out, bewildering his friends and family. The fairies liked it, though, and visited regularly.
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Fiction Friday: Not That Easy

Posted on March 13, 2015 by treshabarger

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

Not That Easy

“I can’t just go walking up to it in the middle of the day and retrieve the gun, Ted. It’s not that easy. How was I supposed to know it was going to be cleaned up and opened to the public as a park. Yes, I know which tree it is. Don’t worry. I’m almost there. Everyone should be at home now, keeping warm.”

Coming out of the copse, Seth stopped at the bridge, silently staring at the stump where the tree used to be.

“Seth,” Ted’s tiny voice came out of the cell phone. “Do you have the gun?”
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Fiction Friday: Touching the Sky

Posted on March 6, 2015 by treshabarger

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

Touching the Sky

“I don’t see the resemblance,” the mushroom said. “The pinecone doesn’t look like you.”

“Not now,” replied the fence, “but eventually it will grow into a tree, just like I was.”

“What happened to you?” the mushroom asked. “Why are you naked?”

“Don’t get me started,” the fence said, wincing. “In 50 years that pinecone will be a tree so tall it will block the sun.”

The fence and the mushroom were quiet, in contemplation. For the mushroom, the thought of 50 years was unfathomable, but the fence had fond memories of wind in its branches, of touching the sky.
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Fiction Friday: The Promise

Posted on February 27, 2015 by treshabarger

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

The Promise

The dog found her that night, lost in the forest. At sunrise, he nipped at her heels. She couldn’t see him – he died two years before – and the nips were so faint she didn’t realize what they were. He guided her to the railroad track, shielding her from harm, as even death couldn’t prevent him from keeping his promise to protect her.

When he saw the others approaching, he faded into the trees with one last bark in her direction. At the familiar sound, she turned, eyes wide with wonder. She raised her hand, called his name, and waved goodbye.
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