Fiction Friday: Primary Colors

Posted on February 20, 2015 by treshabarger

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

Primary Colors

Blue, yellow, red. Helios has no imagination, Eos sighed. Their parents gave him a whole planet to play with and he uses only primary colors? She picked up the brush and spent the new few millennia mixing hues, putting them all over her brother’s planet.

Helios returned. “What are you doing?” he yelled. “Crystals are not supposed to be purple!”

Eos laughed. “You mean amethyst?”

He picked up the canvas and threw it at her. The paint dripped all over her robe, and forever more all sunrises in the universe were streaked with pink, peach, blue, violet, orange and red.

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Fiction Friday: Lunch Can Wait

Posted on February 13, 2015 by treshabarger

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

Lunch Can Wait

Jeannie came out onto the balcony to call to her grandfather, Big John. She had a salad, sandwiches, sweet tea and brownies ready for their lunch. She could see him at the picnic table with Sally. Sally was spending the summer with her grandchildren, a few streets over.

The breeze kept mussing up Sally’s curls. Big John reached up, trying to put the strands back behind her ear. Smiling, Sally took his hand and cupped it with both of hers. Snippets of their laughter drifted up.

They are just so darn cute at that age, Jeannie thought. Lunch can wait.
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Fiction Friday: Friendly Warning

Posted on February 6, 2015 by treshabarger

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

Friendly Warning

Nigel said, “Friendly warning: The maze has its own ideas.”

“Sure, old man,” Julian snickered. Seems Nigel has lost it.

Julian walked into the maze, planning to start in the middle. Something jostled his shoulder as he raised the trimmer, making him drop it. Retrieving it, he stood up and found the maze walls were now towering above him.

What’s this about? Julian wondered.

Retracing his path to exit the maze, Julian found no opening, only an impenetrable barricade blocking his way, darkening the sky.

“Nigel,” Julian called. “Nigel!” Julian screamed, again and again until he could scream no more.
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Friday Fiction: Off and On

Posted on January 30, 2015 by treshabarger

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

Off and On

“I can do it!” Nine-year-old Morris was adamant. “Okay, Pipsqueak,” his uncle said, “get the extension cord from the house.”

Morris leapt up and ran inside to the hall closet, removing the extension cord from the ironing board. Running back to the shed, he repeated his uncle’s instructions for the switches with each step: Off, Off, On. Off, Off, On. He’d show his uncle what a good helper he was.

Morris stumbled, picked himself up and continued: On, Off, On. On, Off, On. Morris arrived at the wall with the outlet. Off, On, On. Or was it On, On, Off?

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Fiction Friday: Boys in a Boat

Posted on January 23, 2015 by treshabarger

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

Boys in a Boat

Cousins Tom and Jerry sprinted as soon as they saw the boat.

“Just like Venice!” Jerry cried. “A gondola!” Tom shouted.

They had only a moment before their families, gathered for a picnic, caught up to them. Shoving the boat into the canal, they jumped in and pushed away from the dock.

Their timing was perfect.

Cresting the bridge, their families stopped and focused their attention on the boys in full serenade mode in the middle of the canal.

Shaking their heads, everyone continued on, unfazed at the sight of two boys standing in a boat filling with water, sinking.

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