This Younger Generation: Fiction Friday

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

FF 137 J Hardy Carroll

Photo copyright J Hardy Carroll

This Younger Generation

As the front door creaked open, all the ghosts flew to the attic. Nobody had been to the manor in more than a decade.

Marmaduke, the oldest, took command. “Horatio, see who it is.”

“Not dressed like this,” he replied, ashamed of his ragged attire from being run over by a horse-drawn carriage during a thunderstorm.

Celeste sobbed, causing blood to drip from the knife in her back. “Why can’t they just stay away?”

The ghosts huddled in a corner, avoiding Marmaduke’s gaze. If I weren’t already dead, he sighed heavily, this younger generation would be the death of me.

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Ghost Riders in the Sky: Fiction Friday

The Friday Fictioneer Challenge: Write a 100-word story based on the photo.
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Photo copyright Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Photo copyright Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Ghost Riders in the Sky

Leaning against the sink, Frances closed her eyes, trying to decide. Should she stay? She needed a sign.

The counter quivered. She looked up, saw a buffalo stampede erupting out of the dawn’s mist. As they approached, she saw their black horns, red eyes, steel hooves. The massive herd darkened the prairie, yet the sunrise flickered through them.

A cowboy appeared outside her window, his horse rearing up. He looked straight at her; her blood ran cold. Running outside, Frances mounted the second horse that wasn’t there a second ago and rode off chasing the phantom herd into the light.
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This is my 75th Friday Fictioneer story. Moving right along!

Ghost, Sketch 018

I watched a YouTube video by Vamos Art and thought I’d try to sketch the ghost. This time I didn’t aim to replicate the subject, but to represent the concept.

A sketch of a ghost

Boo!

He has a lot more art supplies (and talent, skill, experience) than I do, I can see that right off. I did, however, use three — count them, three — pencils for the ghost.

Sketch 018, Ghost