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Friday Fictioneers—Worse

Posted in Friday Fictioneer, Writing, tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on June 1, 2012 | 28 Comments »


Photo credit belongs to Douglas McIlroy

Here’s the photo prompt for Friday Fictioneers courtesy of Madison Woods. Thanks Madison, for starting and continuing this wonderful writing prompt. Please visit her site and check out all the other Friday Fictioneers. This one gave me fits, but here’s what I finally came up with:

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Out of breath, he reached the summit. The trek had taken him over desolate rock fields with no visible life.

“Snow, at least I’ll have fresh water.”

Turning in a circle, he spied his surroundings, an island. Unfortunately, the other side showed more of the same.

No vegetation. No food. Perhaps the tide pools would contain some edible life forms? Although, without access to fire, he’d be doing sushi.

Curse his luck. First his ship malfunctions, next his life pod crashes in the ocean, now land with no food. Could it get any worse?

The ground shakes, the smell of sulfur stings his nose. “Well hell.”

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Friday Fictioneer-Perspective

Posted in Friday Fictioneer, tagged , , , , , , , , , , , on May 25, 2012 | 41 Comments »

Here’s the photo prompt for Friday Fictioneers courtesy of Madison Woods. Thanks Madison, for starting and continuing this wonderful writing prompt. Please visit her site and check out all the other Friday Fictioneers. Here’s my 100 word take on the photo:

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The scent of Big Macs and fries drew them, although only he was sentient. The years of training at the monastery having paid off, so to speak.

A moth, really? He flapped his brown wings, and guessed it could be worse. He could have come back as a germ or an amoeba. At least he’d been prepared. She however, not so much. Did she see this as heaven or hell? Or was she just a moth, drawn to the light of the window, totally unaware of having been more?

He remembered the suicide vest, trigger in her hand. Speaking about her god before sending them both into the great beyond.

Suddenly a bird swooped in, grabbing her in its beak before flying off.

Karma’s a bitch.

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Friday Fictioneers-Luck of the?

Posted in Friday Fictioneer, tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on May 17, 2012 | 38 Comments »


Here’s the photo prompt for #Friday Fictioneers courtesy of Madison Woods. Thanks Madison, for starting and continuing this wonderful writing prompt. Please visit her site and check out all the other Friday Fictioneers. Here’s my 100 word take on the photo:

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Unsuspecting.

An innocuous word, many more suitable ones existed, but none as succinct.

He gazed at the once innocent beauty of the rainbow. Bile rose in his throat.  Of all the things to use as a dimensional portal, why that?

Unsuspecting.

He kicked a dirt clod. Damn sneaky aliens, time someone turned the tables.

The rainbow flashed out of existence, signaling the arrival of  more little green men. Leprechauns, legend spawning from truth, yeah right.

He slung his AK47 over his shoulder motioning for his team to follow. “Let’s go get us a pot of gold.”

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Friday Fictioneers

Posted in Friday Fictioneer, Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , on April 13, 2012 | 35 Comments »

Here’s the photo prompt for #Friday Fictioneers courtesy of Madison Woods. Thanks Madison, for starting and continuing this wonderful writing prompt. Please visit her site and check out all the other Friday Fictioneers. Here’s my 100 word take on the photo:

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I can hear the man-child, pacing outside the entry, hesitant.  The dark tunnel frightens him.  His dulled senses reawaken to give a primal warning.

He ignores the hind brain, moves forward, entering my abode.

Arrogant human.

I sniff the air as he approaches. The spicy tang of fear rolls across my olfactory gland, I slaver, anticipating his adrenaline spiked taste…

A woman approaches the counter at the Police Department. “My son’s missing. He didn’t come home from school today.”

The deputy looks up. “He’s probably just off playing ma’am, but go ahead and fill out this form…”

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Finding the time

Posted in Writing, tagged , , , , , , , , , , on April 9, 2012 | 5 Comments »

First off, I owe my blog an apology. Yes I know my blog is not an actual living breathing person, but it helps if I think of it as such. You see, I would never neglect a friend in the same way I have my blog. Sure, my excuses are all good; spring break,  my WIP, kid’s tennis meets, etc.  Still, I make time for what’s important, isn’t that the point?

Is this blog important to me? Absolutely.

Not only does it keep me writing, beyond my sometimes daunting novel edits, but it also lets me hear from all of you; my fellow blog-mates, writers, and readers.

Writing can be such an isolated undertaking; alone typing away on my laptop, just me and my cup of joe. Except, not really, as long as I make the small effort to post at least once a week or so.

So sorry my dear, dear blog…

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Friday Fictioneer

Posted in Friday Fictioneer, Writing, tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on March 30, 2012 | 29 Comments »

Here’s the photo prompt for #Friday Fictioneers courtesy of Madison Woods. Thanks Madison, for starting and continuing this wonderful writing prompt. Please visit her site and check out all the other #Friday Fictioneers. Here’s my 100 word take on the photo:

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“That’s where it lives.”

Gran’s words echo through my head as I stare at the decrepit old truck down the hill.

“It’s the ‘tween times you needs to worry ’bout, evenin’ and mornin’. That’s when it comes out.”

I glance over my shoulder, the sun just a glow on the horizon.

I step toward the truck and place my hand on the pitted metal hood. Gran’s locket laced through my fingers. cool like her body’d been this morning.

I close my eyes and bow my head. Ready to meet the other half of the family, ready to make the Changeling’s Choice.

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#Friday Fictioneers

Posted in Friday Fictioneer, Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , , , , on March 15, 2012 | 50 Comments »

Here’s the photo prompt  for #Friday Fictioneers courtesy of Madison Woods. Thanks Madison, for starting and continuing this wonderful writing prompt. Please visit her site and check out all the other #Friday Fictioneers. Here’s my 100 word take on the photo:

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The scouts had been correct. The new world was hospitable.

They chopped, clearing a swath of land for the homestead, the tuberous trees falling easily to the warm ground.

In other areas, they cordoned off sites for drilling. The life blood of this new world, waiting to sustain them, within reach just below the surface.

Soon, the colony would be established, procreation initiated, population exploding. Such was the way of their parasitical existence, always moving, searching out strange new worlds to colonize and use.

Canine base Bobby-Sue-One would be up and operational within minutes.

“That’s one small step for a flea, one giant leap for flea-kind.”

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#Friday Fictioneers

Posted in Friday Fictioneer, Writing, tagged , , , , , , , , , , , on March 9, 2012 | 49 Comments »

Here’s the photo prompt  for #Friday Fictioneers courtesy of Madison Woods. Thanks Madison, for starting and continuing this wonderful writing prompt. Please visit her site and check out all the other #Friday Fictioneers. Here’s my 100 word take on the photo:

Pads raw, nails pulled back and bleeding, she stooped peering out at the world beyond. A small hole, a gap really, yet her everything. She inhaled the air, fresh and flowing, revelling in the wonder of it.

Simple things appreciated anew.

With a final snort of fresh air, she went back to work, enlarging.

Dirt flew faster and faster. She must hurry. He’d be back soon.

The stick caught her unaware, a sharp poke in the neck. She jerked back , curling for protection, licking the wound.

Meanwhile her tormentor, the human boy, laughed.

Nose twitching, she plotted her revenge.

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#Friday Fictioneers

Posted in Friday Fictioneer, Writing, tagged , , , , , , on March 1, 2012 | 28 Comments »

Photo Courtesy of Madison Woods  is today’s inspiration. Please go to her site and see what all the other Friday Fictioneers have written. Here’s mine. Hope you enjoy!

The packages arrived at the dummy address. I sat, cataloguing and tallying, knowing mistakes would be my undoing.

The Overseers did not forgive, they broke bones.

Even so, my fingers itched handling the priceless gems;  power, potential.  Just one energy filled stone, slipped into my pocket, and escape could be mine.

Freedom.

The word sang to me, and  this time I listened.

I slipped the largest gem into my pocket. Life or death,  change would come.

It was time.

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Friday Fictioneer

Posted in Friday Fictioneer, tagged , , , , , on February 23, 2012 | 48 Comments »

Photo prompt courtesy of Madison woods

One of the blogs I subscribe to, http://madisonwoods.wordpress.com, is doing 100 word friday fictioneer. On her website she posted this photo as inspiration, this is my contribution. Hope you enjoy.

Bones scattered amid ashes.

She kicked them, adding to their chaos. Was the detritus of life all that remained?

Pain shot through her stomach, a reminder of her ever pressing need; food, water. The basics of life, now so hard to come by.

She glanced up, dark sky, ash lightly falling, and wondered if she were the only thing left living.

“I am not alone.” her mantra, voiced with raspy ill-used vocal chords, again fell from her lips.

“Sherry, Sherry?” A voice broke into her thoughts.

She shook her head. An office, she was in an office?

“We were talking about your delusions…”

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