Bad Dog!

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Lane and Ginny collapsed onto the soft grass in the back yard. Gazing towards the sky their six year old minds began conjuring shapes from the puffy clouds passing overhead.

“Look, a bunny!” cried Ginny, pointing upwards.

A few moments later Lane exclaimed, “That’s a puppy dog!”

The dark dog-shaped cloud rumbled. A torrent of rain let loose.

Moments later the twins crashed into their kitchen, puddles of water forming around them.

“What happened to you?” chuckled their mother as she regarded her two soaking children.

Ginny and Lane looked at each other sourly.

“The puppy dog peed on us!”

Word Count: 100

[This is my entry into this weeks Friday Fictioneers challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Use the photo prompt to create a short story in 100 words or less.]

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The Weather Outside Is Frightful

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PHOTO PROMPT © Sarah Potter

White flakes floated gently down from the dark skies above. As they settled, the landscape outside Corrina’s window took on a pale gray tone. The monochromatic display in front of her would have been a pleasant sight if it were Christmas time. The calendar on the wall showed July. Corrina realized she should have evacuated with the rest of the town after the volcano exploded but she wouldn’t abandon her elderly mother who was too weak to move.

“Is that snow falling?” asked her mother from her bed

“Yes mamma,” she replied as she watched the approaching firestorm. “It’s snow.”

Word Count: 100

[This is my entry into this weeks Friday Fictioneers challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Use the photo prompt to create a short story in 100 words or less.]

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Going Out With a Bang

Copyright -John Nixon
Copyright -John Nixon

Hershel watched as they wheeled away the stretcher carrying his mentor, Brick Longshot, The Human Cannonball.

Mr. Barns, the owner of the circus clapped Herschel on the back.

“Tough break. But now you get your shot at the big time, right?”

Herschel stared.

“Heh, I said ‘shot’. I crack myself up,” said Mr. Barns.

“I can do this” Herschel told himself as he climbed into the cannon that night.

He never discovered who mistakenly overloaded the gunpowder. His first and final landing was in the piano at the end of the big top. It was the performance of a lifetime.

Word Count: 100

[This is my entry into this weeks Friday Fictioneers challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Use the photo prompt to create a short story in 100 words or less.]

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The World’s Most Expensive Diving Helmet

PHOTO PROMPT © Douglas M. MacIlroy
PHOTO PROMPT © Douglas M. MacIlroy

The moment Jake saw the old diving helmet in the thrift shop, he knew he had to have it: A fantastic Halloween costume!

Driving home, he stopped at his sister’s house to show off his new acquisition. Theresa hated it and told him he’d wasted his money. Jake opted for a second opinion and walked into the family room where his two young nieces were playing. Their reaction was not what he anticipated.

Months later while checking his mail, he spied another bill from the therapist that was treating his nieces for emotional trauma. Sighing, he reached for his checkbook.

Word Count: 100

[This is my entry into this weeks Friday Fictioneers challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Use the photo prompt to create a short story in 100 words or less.]

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The Kindness of Strangers

© Piya Singh
© Piya Singh

The day the strangers rode up to my door, I welcomed them. When they asked for water, I offered them all they could drink from the small stream that ran in front of my humble home. When they asked for food, I fed them from my stores. When they asked for wine, I broke out my last bottle. When they drew their swords and demanded money, I relinquished my last coin.

When they began coughing blood from the poison I’d slipped in the wine, I smiled. When they begged for mercy, I let them know I was fresh out.

Word Count: 99

[This is my entry into this weeks Friday Fictioneers challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Use the photo prompt to create a short story in 100 words or less.]

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Aqua Lung

Photo prompt © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
Photo prompt © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

“Tara! Where have you been? And where’s your sister?”

” We were just playing on the rocks by the water, Mommy,” replied Tara.

“Where’s Tricia?”

“She’s playing ‘fish’,” replied the young girl.

“What are you talking about?” asked her mother.

“I told her that people can breathe underwater like fishes and she said they couldn’t so I held her under the water to show her.”

“What? Oh my God!” yelled their mother, running towards the rocky shore.

“It’s ok, Mommy. She’s still floating there!” Tara yelled after her mother.

She grinned. It was nice to finally prove her sister wrong.

Word Count: 99

[This is my entry into this weeks Friday Fictioneers challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Use the photo prompt to create a short story in 100 words or less. The title is not a reference to the fantastic album by Jethro Tull but rather a subtle play on words as well as a nod to the SCUBA device.]

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Early Retirement

PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll
PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll

George Harvey cast one final gaze around the empty lobby in the train depot. In 35 years, he’d never seen it devoid of human life.

He locked the door and grabbed his briefcase, the last contents of his former office tucked inside. He and the station had both been sent into early retirement.

His car waited in the parking lot. He’d never driven it home before. The 7:15 had always safely shuttled him home every night.

George should have watched the 17 car pile-up on the interstate from his television that night, but both he and the 7:15 had made their last runs.

Word Count: 99

[This is my entry into this weeks Friday Fictioneers challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Use the photo prompt to create a short story in 100 words or less.]

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The Business Traveler

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot
PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

The perpetual gray skies of the cool and soggy northwest mirrored Tommy’s mood. Another day spent within the bare room he’d rented. His only entertainment was watching the residents of the building across the way through his telescopic lens.

“Cat lady’s knitting again,” he noted. “And fat man’s actually making his bed.”

Tommy saw motion from Unit 37. Finally. Spending one more day here might drive him crazy. He took aim, lined up his target and squeezed the trigger.

Crack! His target dropped. Mission accomplished.

Seattle might be great to visit, but he could never understand how folks could live here.

Word Count: 100

[This is my entry into this weeks Friday Fictioneers challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Use the photo prompt to create a short story in 100 words or less.]

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Trespassers Will Be…

PHOTO PROMPT © Mary Shipman
PHOTO PROMPT © Mary Shipman

Kerry knew she’d made the right choice to enter the abandoned home the moment she spied the accoutrements hanging from the ceiling: Rolling pins, lanterns, cast iron skillets and pale aprons. The rich Amish heritage was scattered throughout the simple structure. She’d be able to fill an entire gallery with the photos she’d take here.

A year later, the only photo of Kerry’s that hung around town was a self portrait her mother used to make her “missing person” sign. It seems Kerry made a terrible mistake. The home wasn’t abandoned after all and even dead Amish hate technology.

Word Count: 99

[This is my entry into this weeks Friday Fictioneers challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Use the photo prompt to create a short story in 100 words or less.]

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Yoder Mart

PHOTO PROMPT © Mary Shipman
PHOTO PROMPT © Mary Shipman

Kerry’s head swiveled around, taking in the stack of boxes filled with wooden mixing bowls, cutlery and jars of spices. She cast her gaze upwards and spotted rolling pins, lanterns, cast iron pans and dozens of pale aprons hanging from the rafters of the warehouse.

She turned to her friend Dana.

“You drove me out into the middle of the Pennsylvania countryside… for this?” she asked. “What is it?”

Dana laughed. “I told you, it’s an Amish discount store. Their version of Wal Mart.”

Kerry eyed the dust and cobwebs on the shelves. “I’m guessing Amazon has nothing to worry about.”

Word Count: 100

[This was the first story I wrote for this weeks Friday Fictioneers challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. I thought it was a bit weak, so I tried again and wrote the story you see above. Still, I hate the idea of not letting this story see the light of day so here it is.]

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Priorities

PHOTO PROMPT © Madison Woods
PHOTO PROMPT © Madison Woods

Elmer stared angrily at the clumps of lettuce stalks chewed to the ground. His garden was quickly diminishing and the rabbits were still feasting. Nothing he’d tried so far had worked.

Planting foxglove around the border, a chicken wire fence, rabbit repellent and coyote urine. All had been in vain. His last resort was barbed wire.

The next morning he checked his garden. The plants were untouched, but the dead, bloody rabbit cruelly entangled in the barbed wire made him gasp. After burying the rabbit, he removed all the obstacles around his garden. He’d buy his vegetables at the market.

Word Count: 100

[This is my entry into this weeks Friday Fictioneers challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Use the photo prompt to create a short story in 100 words or less.]

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The Travelers

PHOTO PROMPT © Kent Bonham
PHOTO PROMPT © Kent Bonham

The children rushed into the grassy circle and tossed the ancient book onto the stone table. Wide-eyed, Jenny glanced over her shoulder.

“Hurry Ethan, they’re coming!” she cried.

“I know!” gasped Ethan.

He cracked open the thick, leather bound book and flipped frantically through the pages.

Only yards away, trees crashed. The Trollz were almost upon them.

“Here!” yelled Ethan, staring at the rune covered page. “Say the incantation.”

“Anarathrack Don Dubrellus!” intoned Jenny.

A blue glow emanated from the pages and grew to a bright azure bubble, encapsulating the children. They vanished just as the Trollz reached the clearing.

Arriving back in Mr. Samuels garden, Jenny and Ethan collapsed.

That was the closest we’ve come to getting caught yet,” said Ethan, clutching the Book of Travels.

[This is my entry into this weeks Friday Fictioneers challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Use the photo prompt to create a short story in 100 words or less. This was more of a vignette of a larger story that I’ve been considering writing. Let me know if it captured your attention enough for me to continue.]

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Clownface

PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll
PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll

“That’s it,” said Kevin, pointing at the old brick building with boarded windows. “That’s where they found the bodies.”

“So Clownface is real?” asked A.J.?

“Yeah. Killed sixteen kids back in like… the 70’s or something,” whispered Kevin. “He peeled off their skin and made his clown masks from it.”

“But they caught him, right?” A.J. asked nervously.

“Raaaaah!”

A.J. spun around to see a figure in a clown mask behind him. He dropped and shrieked.

Tony pulled off the mask and laughed. Kevin joined him.

“We totally got you!” yelled Tony.

“Not funny!” complained A.J. picking himself up.

From behind the boards of the top window, two eyes behind a brightly painted masked watched the three boys. Powerful fingers gripped an axe.

[This is my entry into this weeks Friday Fictioneers challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Use the photo prompt to create a short story in 100 words or less. Sorry for going over on this one.]

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Rationalization

PHOTO PROMPT © Marie Gail Stratford
PHOTO PROMPT © Marie Gail Stratford

Diversify your portfolio.  Of course the housing market is safe. Real Estate is where it’s at.

Sure she’s coming home late a lot. She’s busy with work. The trainer at the gym? She’s just trying to get in shape for you.

Yeah, you’re nearly fifty and haven’t had your prostate checked. You’re healthy as a horse. Nothing to worry about.

These pills aren’t helping your depression. Neither are those stupid therapist visits.

Let’s take an elevator ride to the top of the building. The view is great.

The fall will only take a moment. Then everything will be all right.

Word Count: 100

[This is my entry into this weeks Friday Fictioneers challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Use the photo prompt to create a short story in 100 words or less.]

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Fertilizer

PHOTO PROMPT – © Ted Strutz
PHOTO PROMPT – © Ted Strutz

The scrapyard was littered with about every object one could imagine. Beat up bicycle frames, refrigerators, ovens, washing machines all dotted the landscape. I even spotted an old Franklin stove.

“Carburetor for a ’72 Chevy Nova, huh?” asked Rufus, the establishment proprietor. “Yeah, I’ve got one. Be right back.”

As I waited a dash of color caught my eye. To my left was an old toilet filled with multi-colored pansies. When Rufus returned, I pointed to his planter.

“Great idea. Fill an old toilet with potting soil and plant flowers,” I smiled.

“Potting soil?” he asked, frowning.

My stomach lurched.

Word Count: 100

[This is my entry into this weeks Friday Fictioneers challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Use the photo prompt to create a short story in 100 words or less.]