I didn’t quite get to do my usual Tuesday post about writing in some shape or form. So slightly delayed, here it is today. This is also slightly momentous in a ‘that’s interesting to me, but probably no-one else cares at all’ way as it will be my 100th post on this blog. Things have changed quite a bit since I started working on my third book as I started this blog a few months ago. (more…)
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I loved the photo prompt for this week’s Friday Fictioneers outing courtesty of Madison Woods. This week’s picture is copyright Jan Morrill and my story appears below, followed by the linky critter. Click on him and you’ll be taken to all the other interpretations this week. (more…)
This week’s Friday Fictioneers photo prompt is a picture of the kind of kitchen I love. Thanks to Madison Woods for running the whole thing, and to Raina Ng for the picture. The link to this week’s other stories is below mine,
If You Can’t Stand The Heat…
The kitchen door needed a no-entry sign. Mum was cooking, and it wasn’t going well.
“Knew it!” Two lanky teen boys shared a glance of exasperation. The older one, Jay, reached up with a seemingly endless arm to shut off the piercing tones of the smoke alarm, moments after they began.
“Guess the writing didn’t work out today,” said Carl, as they slunk away to their respective rooms. He hoped his big brother had some funds put by so they could sneak out to the village shop later. Otherwise they’d be hungry tonight.
If it’s Friday, it must be time for Friday Fictioneers, the 100-word flash fiction challenge set by Madison Woods each week. This week’s photo prompt is shown below and is copyright Sandra Crook.
If you would like to read the other stories this week, then click on the little blue guy and the links will pop up. For my story, read on.
Water dripped from the dense foliage around her. The oppressive heat was making her dizzy.
She couldn’t think straight. Were they in front of her, or behind? She couldn’t tell. She could only press on.
Surely she’d seen the ruined temple before? She was going in circles. She searched desperately for another way.
A new path! One not noticed before. She stumbled forward. The canopy thinned overhead.
Angie staggered, blinking, into the sunshine. The door of the ‘Rainforest Biome’ greenhouse clunked shut behind her.
In front, her family glowered at her. “At last! Now, can we get an ice cream?”
Another Friday, another story as part of the Friday Fictioneers experience. To learn more about how it works visit Madison Woods blog. Here is this week’s photo prompt (copyright Lora Mitchell) and below is my flash fiction story inspired by the photo. To see the other stories on this week’s prompt, click on the blue critter and you’ll be taken to the menu of choices.
“I saw you, Ella! Your foot moved, you’re out. She is, isn’t she Mrs Durrant? Jenny’s the winner.” The breathless voice dropped into the sudden silence from the sidelines.
“Quite right, Rachel.” Mrs Durrant reached for the shiny green parcel which was the prize for Musical Statues.
Jenny’s triumphant smile froze as Mrs Durrant handed the parcel to a bewildered Ella.
“But I won. That’s not fair.”
“No darling, you can’t have the prize when it’s your own party.” Mrs Durrant – Mummy – looked at her sternly.
Life would never seem quite fair to Jenny, from that day on.
I’m back this week, Friday Fictioneering courtesty of http://madison-woods.com/photo-prompt-for-the-fridayfictioneers-11/>Madison Woods, who hosts this weekly event.
Todays photo prompt is copyright Rochelle Wisoff-Fields and the usual conditions apply.
Crit is welcome as I’m getting a little braver now you have all been so nice to me, and I need to build up my fiction muscles.
To see the rest of this week’s stories, click on the little blue fella below.
Late Getting Home
Her cat, Henry, sat on the path looking resentful as she shut the gate. His mood wasn’t surprising, as she was late with his dinner.
She headed up the path with light steps. The spiders’ webs on the shaggy privet hedge, already heavy with dew, glistened in the moonlight.
She couldn’t help being late. It had been impossible to resist on such a serene, clear evening. She laughed as she wondered where the myth had come from that you needed a broomstick to fly. The views over the city had been simply stunning this evening.
I was very last minute getting an idea for this week’s Friday Fictioneers challenge from Madison Woods. no time for polishing, so please feel free to give your suggestions. The picture prompt for the story is shown below and if you want to see the other stories this week you can click on the little blue fella. I couldn’t think of a better title than the photo caption, either.
“This is how God must feel,” she thought as they crested the hill. Her breath was frozen by the beauty of the scene before them. The mist clung to the slopes of the Gloucestershire valley, caressing the contours with its moist white fingers.
She prayed that time might stop there, so she could stay in this moment forever, but instead the cart rumbled onwards taking her to her fate. God was busy elsewhere on this day, it seemed.