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Friday Fictioneers for May 3rd, 2024

Dear Mistress Rochelle,

Please excuse Mr. Bill’s absence as he was poetically abusing himself.

Sincerely,
NaPoWriMo

♥⇔♥

I could not pass up Ted’s excellent picture of a funny memory. Rochelle, from whose blog we all learn so well, can be found by clicking on Ted’s photo. From there you may, in May, write a micro-blurb story according to the rule of Her Fabulous Highness.

PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz — Click it to ride over to Rochelle’s Blog.

Genre: SNL Fake History
Title: He’s Gonna be Mean to Me
Word count: 100

The flyer said, “Script writers wanted: interviews, 8PM Saturday night, 30 Rock Plaza, studio 8H.” I went.

Before I knocked, I heard a high-pitched voice, “Oh Nooooo, Miss Sally. Do it again.” A female voice yelled, “Idiot! When I said, ‘Bite me,’ I didn’t mean for you to bite me, Dummy.”

I knocked. I heard banging and doors slamming. The squeaky voice said, “Please come in, Mister Bill.”

I entered. A stuffed doll in a chair said, “If you can script a skit, you start tonight.”

When I told him I couldn’t do that, he yelled, “Oh nooooooo, Mister Bill.”

Look both ways and remember nineteen-seventy-eight.
Mind the gaps but save the records, ducks, dolls, skits, and names.

The celeb ducks are (L-R) Freddie Mercury, John Belushi, Willie Nelson, and Jerry Garcia. Click this pic to read more stories.

 

 

Friday Fictioneers for October 27th, 2023

For eleven years, Rochelle has been prodding fictioneer bloggers along with pics meant to inspire. That would be more than 570 Fridays to story. Thank you, Rochelle, the host with the most dependability.

Today she and Lisa Fox coordinated with a winter pastoral picture to stimulate our imaginations. So, we write on with between one and one-hundred words for Friday Fictioneers.

I enjoyed the Mama Cass video that Rochelle posted, and I decided to combine the two elements for a quickie #FF.

Click on Lisa’s photo prompt for Rochelle’s blog page.

PHOTO PROMPT © Lisa Fox

Genre: Musical Fiction
Title: JBL Voices
Word Count: 100

***

I was jamming.

“Creeque Alley” was blaring in my ears as I walked on a cold, crisp October day. I dug the snow, the fence, and my music. Wonderfulness!

I heard Michelle’s voice. “We never broke up. We just got lazy. Cass was the only one with any sense. Now everyone’s gone but me.”

I looked. No Michelle Phillips or Mama Cass—nobody. Just me and mighty fine folk music on a better day. I took the headset off and looked around.

I moved on—thinking, I knew she’d come eventually. But who can I tell about Michelle? Maybe Rochelle.

Look both ways to love the voices of the past.
Mind the gaps, but admit it, modern music “can’t go on indefinitely.”

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Click on the “Zal and Denny workin’ for penny” pic to read more par excellence stories.

Friday Fictioneers for October 20th, 2023

For our writing pleasure we have been enjoined to post by her purple-for-passion (or is it the other way ‘round?), Madam Wisoff-Fields and the debonair lady, Liz Young. They have joined forces to summon our best literary skills of micro-fiction story telling (and editing down).

Click on Liz’s photo prompt to test the waters at Rochelle’s blog. There, you will find everything you need to rock a mini plot for the hashtag Friday Fictioneers game of writer-ship (#FF).

PHOTO PROMPT © Liz Young

Genre: Poetic Fiction
Title: Anytime Checkout
Word Count: 100 (Language Warning)

Lying hidden in the tall grass, we kept each other warm. I started to kiss her, but she pushed me back and whispered, “What the fuck is that?

I turned to see several lights hovering.

“Don’t move!” She pulled me down, “Be quiet. We need to get out of here.”

The lights passed. We crawled, then ran for several minutes.

I asked, “Who is looking for us and why?”

“My ex and his tribe. If they find me, they will kill us both. I was a member of his cult. They never allow anyone to leave—at least not alive.”

Look both ways when the terrain and vegetation permit.
Mind the gaps and the lights when Journey sings of the city by the bay.

 

Click on the Splendor in the Grass pic for more stories.

 

These folks are in their 70’s now, but then so am I.

 

Oh, and this book:

Click on the cover to get yours from Amazon.

Friday Fictioneers 10-2-2020

Thanks again to cat-herder extraordinaire, Rochelle @ Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple for providing another Friday Fictioneers photo prompt. Her weekly challenge is for us to write a story (beginning, middle, and end) of 100 words or less based on a photo prompt. Thanks to Rowena Curtin for the photo.

PHOTO PROMPT © Rowena Curtin

 

Genre: Fiction
Title: Xin Loi Gonzo
Word Count: 100

***

The sun was behind him, half blinding me. Gonzo insisted on knowing why I asked to meet him so early.

He swore and moved aggressively toward me. I backed-up and said, “Some make the world a better place, some we would better off without, and some make no difference.

When he charged me, I drew the pistol, repeatedly squeezing the trigger before I could point it. He knocked me down but did not move after we were on the ground. I stood, shot him in the head, and said, “I just made the world a better place. Xin lỗi, Gonzo.”

***

Look both ways when making room and don’t bring a knife to gun fight.
Mind the gaps and keep the sun at your back.

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Xin lỗi is Vietnamese for ‘sorry’ or in my case, ‘sorry about that.’

Friday Fictioneers for 8/21/2020 (One Last Time)

Many thanks to Rochelle @ Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple for pointing me to another photo-inspired Friday Fictioneers. The weekly challenge she presents is to write a story based on the photo prompt, provided today by Ted Strutz.

My task is to write a complete story in 100 words or less.

Photo by Ted Strutz ©

Title: One Last Time
Genre: Fiction (Southern Gothic)
Word count: 100

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Abject fear hit me when I saw his house, familiar feelings founded on my childhood nightmares with an abusive father and an enabling mother.

I love South Carolina’s low country but have few good memories, a good place with fine people. But not him.

I walked the three steps to front door. A gunshot stunned me. I ducked, looked around, then carefully opened the door.

He put the WWII .45 on the table and said, “Safety’s broke. I ain’t goin’ to no death house.”

“Well, Dad, you cannot live here. And you damn sure ain’t livin’ with me. Now pack!”

***

Look both ways for the life you’ve lived.
Mind the gap like a bad dream.

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Friday Fictioneers for 8/14/2020 (Downtown Ice Cream)

Many thanks to Rochelle @ Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple for guiding us through Friday Fictioneers. The challenge she presents is to write a story based upon a photo prompt, provided today by the same lovely Rochelle herself.

The challenge was to write a complete story (beginning, middle, and end) in 100 words or less.

PHOTO PROMPT -Copyright-Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Title: Downtown Ice Cream
Genre: Fiction
Word count: 100

Elizabeth and Jacob—so much in love. Next week, they’d be off to France for their honeymoon.

The dark-skinned man finished his ice cream, wiped his lips on a napkin, then walked to the restroom. Coming out he walked past them and toward the door.

Jacob yelled, “Sir, you forgot your valise.” The man turned to see Jacob grab the case. He yelled, “God no!”

The explosion killed 22 in the store and seriously injured 15 in the street.

The officer dropped the engagement ring into a plastic bag saying, “I hope we don’t find the finger to fit this.”

***

Look both ways for awareness of surroundings.
Mind the gaps in the frozen hearts of terrorists.

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Click the blue frogs for the link to read other stories offered for today’s challenge.

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Friday Fictioneers 7/10/2020

Many thanks to Rochelle @ Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple for orchestrating Friday Fictioneers. The challenge is to write a story based upon a photo prompt, with a beginning, middle, and an end in fewer than 101 words. This is my second time at bat.

Photo prompt @ A. Noni Mouse (anonymous)

Genre: (Flash) Fiction: Romantic Drama
Word count: 100

Steven looked through the window at the next building as he washed dishes. His back was toward her.

Karen quietly picked up the butcher knife from the counter-top and walked toward him, the sharp tip pointed directly at his naked back.

When the point touched his skin, he turned around to face her, carefully took the knife, and slid it into the water.

Karen asked, “I didn’t frighten you?”

“I saw your reflection in the window.”

She slid into his arms. They kissed.

“Besides,” he whispered, “it’s a well-known fact, no man has ever been murdered while doing the dishes.”

Look both ways while doing dishes. Wouldn’t want to miss something.
Mind the gaps and sharp objects.

Here’s the link to inlinkz to join the party and read other stories.