Every Friday authors from around the world gather here to share their 100-words and offer constructive crit and encouragement to each other. This creates a wonderful opportunity for free reading of very fresh fiction! Readers are encouraged to comment as well.
As always a special thanks to Madison Woods’ help in making the transition less challenging.
- Depending on your preference, leave your blog link in the comment section or use the linkz tool (or both ;)). My story follows for those who’d rather not read it before writing their own.
- If your blog requires multiple steps for visitors to leave comments, see if you can simplify it. If you can disable CAPTCHA, please for the sake of our writerly nerves, disable it. It’s frustrating to have to leave a DNA sample, your blood type and your shoe size just to leave a comment. (So I exaggerate. But hopefully you get the picture).
- Challenge yourself to keep stories to 100 words. (If you don’t you won’t be flogged or forced to walk the plank.
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***CIRCLE IN A SPIRAL***
Nathan loved fairs and amusement parks. He’d coax Jeanette onto roller coasters and then laugh so loud at her terror others would turn and smile.
Eight months ago a roadside bomb exploded in Afghanistan.
“Presumed dead—no remains found.”
Nothing was the same. She went to the park with her sister but greasy odors and the pungent crowd suffocated her.
Then, from the shadows, a marine balanced on his one leg, reached for her with a prosthetic hand.
“I’m half a man, Jeanette. I can’t—”
She laughed so loud others turned and smiled.
“Nathan! Shut up and kiss me.”
Well here’s my story for this week’s prompt. This is one of my own photos that I snapped in a little, off the road cafe in Alaska. Good memories of a good time. I’ve started a file and thus far have some good ones to choose from for next week. My story a complete work of fiction. 98 words.
Special thanks again to Madison Woods for initiating Friday Fictioneers and then entrusting me with her baby.
Copyright Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
A stunning contradiction of cropped black hair, bronzed skin and sea foam-blue eyes, Aggie McKewen’s face reflected her Inuit and Scottish parentage.
Keith, who worked at his uncle’s café in Seward County, Alaska, longed to speak to her but didn’t know sign language and she was fencepost-deaf. Every Saturday he served her grilled salmon in shy silence.
After six weeks of night classes he felt ready to declare himself and ask her out.
With a voiceless giggle she snatched his pen and order pad. There she wrote, “I’d love to but why did you call me a tampon?”
It’s with mixed emotions I post my story inspired by Ron Pruitt’s photo prompt. This is Madison’s last week as Friday Fictioneers leader and my last week as one just of the gang. She will be one tough act to follow. Click here for other FF stories. Enjoy!
My offering this week is a tribute to Madison and our diverse global community that I hope continues to grow and flourish.
*Note: I don’t think I can put the linkz tool on my blog without upgrading. So it looks like we’ll be back to posting our blog addresses here and in our comments. I’m open to any and all feedback or instruction on this.
Apprehensions whelmed the new driver. How could she steer this behemoth? Her feet barely reached the gas pedal.
A lithe maiden with pointed ears and iridescent wings floated past her. Next was an imposing man whose black silk cape skimmed the floor. One by one, diverse passengers stowed their baggage and found their seats.
“Welcome,” said the last in line. “I’m Russell.”
Warmed by his congenial smile she tried not to stare at his plastic clown nose and grasped his offered hand.
Zzzzzzt! His joy buzzer sent shockwaves to her shoulder.
He chortled. “Are we there yet?”
As I post my latest Friday Fictioneer’s story it’s Friday Eve. That’s Thursday in some parts of the world. For other stories from our growing global community click here. You’ll find a wealth of one hundred word stories inspired by this single photograph from Jan Morrill.
Summer 1969, an American sailor stationed in Greece, I went on leave to Santorini.
In Pyrgos, I met sable-eyed Melina.
We drank each other. Her fragrant breasts welcomed me home.
“Marry me,” I whispered.
After that I never saw her again.
Summer 2010, I returned to Pyrgos.
On the street I stopped a silver-haired woman. “Melina Dimitri? Do you know her?”
“I love her.”
“Impossible! She was my great-grandmother. Died in childbirth in 1846. Here she is with my great-grandfather.”
When the woman flipped out a daguerreotype I gasped at the youthful images of Melina and…me.
Thanks to Madison Woods for nominating me for The One Lovely Blogger Award.
SEVEN RANDOM THINGS ABOUT ME
1. I’m something of a drama queen
2. According to my husband I shut out everything, including food, when writing.
3. If I can see it I can usually draw it
4. My favorite color is purple
5. I prefer a standard transmission to an automatic.
6, I feel claustrophobic in large crowds.
7. I can quote whole sections of dialogue from “Fiddler on the Roof”
Now it’s my turn to nominate 15 other bloggers for the award.
1. Lora Mitchell
2. Joyce Johnson
3. Russell Gayer
4. Swirling Turnip
6. Doug MacIlroy
7. Boomie Bol
8. Sandra Crook
9. Jan Brown
10. Perry Block
12. Anne Orchard
13. John Hardy Bell
14. Beth Carter
*Three hours later, I’ve finally added the links. Have fun and pass it on with your own nominations.
This week’s Friday Fictioneers picture is from Raina Ng. It looks like a nice place to come home to. So if you’re looking for gut wrenching and thought provoking look to my friend Doug MacIlroy. I promise you won’t be disappointed.
Coffee and baking cookie aromas filled Gail’s kitchen. She wiped dust from a dog-eared yearbook, set it on the table and smiled at her high school chum. “So glad we found each other.”
“We were darling, weren’t we?” Brenda flipped through the faded pages. “You’ve done well for yourself, Miss Homecoming Queen. Nice home. Handsome husband.”
“Thirty-seven years next month.”
“Amazing.” Brenda pointed to a picture of a moon-faced boy with horn-rimmed glasses and buck teeth. “Hey remember him? What a geek! Wonder what ever happened to the little twerp.”
“I married him.”