Category Archives: story

Dijon, in Shades

Welcome to Friday Fictioneers!  Hosted by the one and only Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, people from all over the world try at writing a three-part short story for a picture prompt by week’s end.  A rather short story— no more than a hundred words.  This week’s image is from Sandra, over at castelsarrasin.

I quickly noticed the pattern on the roof in the distance.  Unusual… for America.  And… I couldn’t think of a story to fit that in.  So, there’s this…

100 words


[dijon.jpg]
Photo Copyright © Sandra Crook

I can’t explain it.

All morning operated like the normal, hot day it was: the bicyclists were out; the marketplace hummed.  I figured I was the only Westerner walking the streets like a character out of a bad movie.  I underestimated the travel costs.

Then it happened.  People began to disappear around the corner.  I walked faster.  Suddenly, fear and panic hit me.  Stone colors alternated underneath me as I ran.  I reached the intersection.  Empty, silent.  Then something… someone touched my collar.  Panting, survival skills kicked in.  I spun around.  No one.

“Monsieur?”

I blinked.  Everything was normal again.


Click here to see what others have written for the prompt, or add your own.

Visit Addicted to Purple for Rochelle’s Fictioneers page, stories, character studies and… well, artwork in general.  You can follow Purple for the prompt each Wednesday.

Holding On

Welcome to another installment of Friday Fiction… on a Saturday.  Hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, people from all over the world, individually, try at writing a three-part short story for a picture prompt by week’s end.  A seriously short story—no more than a hundred words.  This week’s photo is from Stephen Baum.

I just love this week’s prompt photo— a tunnel!  It leaves so many things to the imagination.  So many ideas, a few obvious metaphors…

The thing is: I’m hopeless.  I went one way, and ran out of time.  Enjoy.

100 words


[stephen-baum.jpg]
Photo Copyright © Stephen Baum

Ray hung up.  Sigh.  “There’s no light at the end of the tunnel.”  He looked at his drink.

“What?” said Jill.

“Nothing.”

‘Nothing’?  “You know, I get that it’s hard losing a close friend.  It can feel like the world’s falling apart.”

“No, it…”

“—But I don’t get this.  Are you honestly going to sit there, and brood like there’s no tomorrow? …There is light at the end.”  She grabbed his hand.

Ray chuckled.  “Jill, I was talking about an actual tunnel.”

“…Oh.”  But with her grip, he knew.

Thick, thin, they never stopped holding hands, especially toward the end.


Click here to see what others have written for the prompt, or add your own.

Visit Addicted to Purple for Rochelle’s Fictioneers page, stories, character studies and artwork in general.  You can follow Purple for the prompt each Wednesday.

Experiments in Car Art

Welcome to Friday Fictioneers!  Hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, people from all over the world try their respective hands at writing a three-part short story for a picture prompt by week’s end.  A seriously short, at that—no more than a hundred words.  This week’s prompt photo is from Jean L. Hays.

Well, I got in early this time.  So, assuming no one else already had the idea that quickly flashed into my mind upon seeing the photo, here’s my silly take… Enjoy.

99 words


[cars-in-sand.jpg]
Photo Copyright © Jean L. Hays

“What are you doing?” commanding officer Rolfnark asked of the crew.

“Experimenting in, what the humans call, ‘wall art,’” answered crew member Draggard.

“But these are cars,” asserted Rolfnark.

“We couldn’t secure a portal for a wall. …Walls aren’t in the middle of a field.”

Rolfnark sighed over the inexperience of his crew, handed down to him from above.  “So you stole some cars?”

“Rental.”

“Now, why on Mars would you spray-paint rental cars?”

Draggard shrugged.

“Return the Frigg-damn cars, immediately!”

“Oh—oh, okay.  Sir.”

Before long, Rolfnark got word how the cars were returned— shot into the ground.  He face-palmed.


(And if you haven’t heard, The X-Files is returning to television, yay!)

Click here to add your story or see what others have written for the prompt.

Visit Addicted to Purple for Rochelle’s Fictioneers page, stories, character studies and… well, artwork in general.  You can follow Purple for the prompt each Wednesday.

Lasting Impressions

Welcome to another installment of Friday Fiction.  Hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, people from all over the globe try, as they may, at writing a three-part short story for a picture prompt before week’s end.  A really short story, at that—no more than a hundred words.  (Quite a challenge to make every word count.)  This week’s prompt photo is from Kent @ wmqcolby.

…Here’s my lovely little tale. 😉

100 words


[kent.jpeg]
Photo Copyright © Kent Bonham

“So you’re a collector?”  Make a good impression, Elyse.  Wow, getting that promotion’s gotten to my head.  I managed to break a smile.

He cocked his head.  “A collector of sorts.”  He smiled back.  “My… you’re beautiful.”

I blushed.  “Uh, I’ve never been to an art gallery before.”

He chuckled.  “Neither have I.”

I thought I hit the jackpot.  He even replaced my worn shoes!

Before long, I saw his place.

“Could I use your bathroom?”

“Last door on the left.”

I snuck into the bedroom.  The door closed behind me.  “Jim?”  I couldn’t find a knob.

“Welcome home, Elyse.”


Click here to add your story or see what others have written for the prompt.

Visit Addicted to Purple for Rochelle’s Fictioneers page, stories, and artwork.  You can follow Purple for the prompt each Wednesday.

Lights in Motion

Welcome to Friday Fic, hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.  This week’s prompt photo is directly from her.

100 words


[hyde-hall-light.jpg]
Photo Copyright © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

An odd place for an odd chandelier, I thought.  “You’ve Been Shot”— the title of the new film.  A comedy?

I enter the theater, and attempt to recall who starred.  The movie had already started.  I sat down, empty handed— something about that worried me.

A dramatic scene became real.  Actual people were on the stage now.  Wanting the antagonist to change, I became him, now on the stage in front of an audience, as if in a play.

Intense pain shot through my abdomen.

I woke up to lights in motion blur.  Paramedics were trying to stop the bleeding.


The goal for Friday Fictioneers is to write a story, beginning-middle-end, in at most 100 words, based on the prompt photo.  You are also encouraged to “think outside of the box.”

Click here to add yours or see what others have written for the prompt.

Visit Addicted to Purple for Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers page, stories, and artwork.  You can follow Purple for the prompt each Wednesday.

Shooting the Breeze

Welcome to Friday Fic, hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.

It’s proof enough how hard it is for me to write for real that nothing came over the past three days, and…well, here’s what did come, today.  Enjoy.

100 words


[kitche-picture-prompt.jpg]
Photo Copyright © Raina Ng

I spared the table the gory details.

Lucy hadn’t a clue.  She tried to lift our spirits, in her way, stating the obvious, and trying too hard at humor.

Frankie removed his glasses to pinch the bridge of his nose.  Obviously, he hadn’t enough to drink.  I pictured him ringing her neck, but he saved his energy.  His uncle died, I was ill, but no one wanted to acknowledge the pink elephant in the room.  We weren’t professionals, for certain.

Well, the elephant trumpeted.  Our contacts dropped like flies, and we were likely next.  We ran like there’s no tomorrow.


The goal for Friday Fictioneers is to write a story, beginning-middle-end, in at most 100 words, for the prompt photo.  You are also encouraged to “think outside of the box.”

Click here to add yours or see what others have written.

Visit Addicted to Purple for Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers page, stories, and artwork.  You can follow Purple for the prompt each Wednesday.

Dinosaur

Welcome to Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.  This week’s prompt photo is from Doug over at ironwoodwind.

Yeah, yeah, late again…

100 words


[pleisiosaur_.jpg]
Photo Copyright © Douglas M. MacIlroy

“It’s a fish!” little Hailey exclaimed.

A smile hit me.  I swear she acts cute to make me smile.  I lifted her up into my arms.  “Plesiosaur,” I said.

She looked back at the sculpture.  “A dinosaur?”

“Reptile.  But during the time of the dinosaurs.”

I swirled the ice in my drink.  Today, Hailey called me a dinosaur.  Why, yes, I still use an old record player.  At least, coming from her, it sounds like a term of endearment…

Day four without power, a particularly bored Hailey began to enjoy reading my ancient hardcovers.  Now, what does that make her?


The goal for Friday Fictioneers is to write a story, beginning-middle-end, in at most 100 words, based on the prompt photo.  You are also encouraged to “think outside of the box.”

Click here to add yours or see what others have written for the prompt.

Visit Addicted to Purple for Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers page, stories, and artwork.  You can follow Purple for the prompt each Wednesday.

Friday Fictioneers: Bored To Death

Welcome to Friday Fictioneers, hosted by published author Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.  This week’s prompt photo is from M.G. Stratford, over at Being MG.

Apart from prep and formatting (which includes yesterday, when I got the story idea), I spent only 28 minutes on this.

“Bored To Death”
100 words


[silo-has-come.jpg]
Photo Copyright © Marie Gail Stratford

We were a juvenile little gang.  But one that walked the line.  Derek would surprise us with his ability to turn homework into ironic gems.  Randy lived up to…Randy, nearly getting into trouble more times than I can remember.  Me?  I had ideas, but a “wimp.”

It ended so suddenly.

Barely old enough to drive, one day, we found a seemingly-abandoned silo.  Derek was curious, Randy couldn’t say no… and I stayed in the car.

“Wimp.”

Then I heard the coughing.  By the time I knew something was wrong, it was too late.  The silo wasn’t abandoned.  It was recently filled.


For those who don’t know, silos recently filled with feed can have up to 10,000 parts per million of nitrous dioxide, a gas so deadly Federal workplace regulations put just 50 at an “immediate hazard.”  For more info, here’s a CBS News article…from 2002.

Friday Fic participation is welcome to all.  The goal is to write a story, beginning-middle-end, in 100 words or less based on the prompt photo.  You are also encouraged to “think outside of the box.”

Click here to add yours or see what others have written for the prompt.

Visit Addicted to Purple for Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers page, stories, and artwork.  You can follow Purple for the prompt each Wednesday.

Friday Fictioneers: Sleepless…

Welcome to Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.  This week’s prompt photo is from Doug, over at ironwoodwind.

Seeing the prompt, it wasn’t long before Con Air came to mind…I caught the flick again on TV, recently.  It’s crappier than I remembered.  But, past that, I found actual coordinates in the prompt photo, and tried to find the location.  Google Maps turned up blank, so I went to the map poster… Long story short, I got the coordinates in the wrong order.  I should’ve guessed by the file name, “keck”…the photo is of the W. M. Keck Astronomical Oservatory in Hawaii.  But the wrong coords. did give me an idea, so… Enjoy.

“Sleepless…”
100 words


[keck.jpg]
Photo Copyright © Douglas M. MacIlroy

I’d always dreamed of being a scientist.  You could picture me a young lad with a pen and a dorky grin; and boy, was I hungry for knowledge.  I felt alive.

Never in my wildest dreams did I picture myself at the North Pole!  Calibrating instruments under harsh, isolated conditions, I cannot sleep a wink.  Worse, there appears to be a bug going around.  Stomach flu, perhaps.

Bad news.  One measly lung infection, and we’re quarantined?  And beyond my team, where is everybody?  And why am I still here?  I’m immune!  …Boy, am I hungry… I think I’ll eat Bob.


Participation is welcome to all.  The goal is to write a story, beginning-middle-end, in 100 words or less.  You are also encouraged to “think outside of the box.”

Click here to add yours or see what others have written for the prompt.

Visit Addicted to Purple for Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers page, stories, and artwork.  You can follow her blog for the prompt each Wednesday.

Friday Fictioneers: All Smoke and No Fire

Welcome to Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.  This week’s prompt photo is from Roger Bultot.

At least one of the ideas I had were already used…and I already wrote an arson story… Well, this is one’s inspired by an actual case.  Enjoy.

100 words


[fire-roger-bultot.jpg]
Photo Copyright © Roger Bultot

“Those boys’re guilty!” yelled a town local.

“The ‘Satanic five’ stand accused of murdering Billy Sawyer, who was just five years old when his body was found in a—”

Gracie shut the TV.

“What is with this place?!” Gracie said.  “Satanic five??”

“You know the media hype things for ratings,” responded her husband.

“I cannot believe people buy into this…garbage.  Our son is not a killer!”

A window shattered downstairs.

Approaching the stairs, Gracie and Rob saw flames.

Scared to death, they quickly grabbed their son, and got out in time.

Damning evidence led to the arrest of Sawyer’s uncle.


Participation is welcome to all.  The goal is to write a story, beginning-middle-end, in 100 words or less.  You are also encouraged to “think outside of the box.”

Click here to add yours or see what others have written for the prompt.

Visit Addicted to Purple for Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers page, stories, and artwork.  You can follow her blog for the prompt each Wednesday.