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Friday Fictioneers – Market Blues

Better late than never – here is my entry for this week’s Friday Fictioneers extravaganza, where writers from around the world weave a hundred word story around the photo prompt of the week. This week’s picture is copyright Ted Strutz and the whole shebang is now hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. (more…)


Friday Fictioneeers – Empty

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…)

Friday Fictioneers – If You Can’t Stand The Heat

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.


Friday Fictioneers – Jungle Escape

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?”


Friday Fictioneers – Late Getting Home

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.


Misty – Friday Fictioneers

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.

Photo by Maggie Duncan


“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.


Tree-Hugger – Friday Fictioneers

I wasn’t sure if I would manage to write a story this week, what with having no computer of my own and borrowing time on hubby’s, but I had so much fun last week and was made so welcome I thought I would have a try.

Friday Fictioneers is organised by Madison Woods and involves writing a 100-word story based on the photo prompt. This week’s photo prompt is shown below, and the link to all the other stories is shown below my offering.

Photo copyright Lura Helms



“I suppose all your tree-hugger friends will be there. You’d all have been burned as witches back in the day, you know.”

She didn’t expect him to agree with all her beliefs, but did he have to be so vicious in his condemnation, she wondered. His aura could really do with a good cleanse.

Jennifer shut the door behind her without dignifying his remarks with a reply, and her mood lifted.

In fact, she was only meeting one friend tonight, and it wouldn’t be trees they were hugging, either. But their spouses didn’t need to know that, did they?


You can find the link to the rest of this week’s entries here