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#FF: Celebrate

FridayFictioneers (#FF)

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© Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

This week’s 100-word story is inspired by this photograph provided by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.


“Look at you.” Sara stamped her feet and closed the door behind her, shutting out the icy winter wind. “You look cozy. Nice fire, and what a gorgeous view.”
“Thanks. I love watching the horses. Oh look, there’s deer too. Have some tea and a slice of cake. Here’s a blanket. Curl up here in the other chair beside me.”
“Wow. You’re going all out here. Love all the candles, and those socks. You’re Grandma made those for you, didn’t she?”
“Yes, a few years ago.”
“You’ve certainly created an atmosphere, haven’t you? I love it.”
“Yep. I’m celebrating hygge*.”


* Hygge (pronounced hoo-gah). I hope you all take time to celebrate hygge this holiday season. Best wishes to you all and may luck shine on you in 2017.
http://www.visitdenmark.com/denmark/art-danish-hygge http://www.bbc.com/news/magazine-34345791
http://hyggehouse.com/hygge

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#FF: The more things change

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© Amy Reese

100-word Flash Fiction
#FridayFictioneers

This week’s 100-word story is inspired by this photograph provided by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.


Esther stopped at the foot of the stairs and thumped her cane on the concrete.
“What the hell am I doing?” Her voice grated in unison with the rusty gate.
First step.
Second step.
She stopped again on the top landing and wheezed a long breath.
“Fifty-three years,” she muttered.
In the doorway across the little alley, a chrome walker appeared in the doorway pushed by a hunched man in a gray tattered sweater and plaid slippers.
“Well, gosh damn.” He squinted. “Esther? Is that you?”
“Still living in a dump, I see.”
“And you haven’t changed a bit, sis.”
“Nor you, brother.”

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Creative Expressions #14: Caribbean island

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Welcome to the 13th edition of Pen’n’Tonic’s Creative Expressions challenge.

Join the challenge. Everyone is welcome!

Each week on Tuesday (as time permits), I’ll post a word, a phrase, a picture, or an idea that will constitute a prompt from which to submit a poem, a flash fiction piece (preferably not longer than 250 words), an original photograph, an original artwork, or a combination of these things that you think applies to the week’s theme.

Interpret the theme as you see fit. The only rules are that you be creative, be original, and have fun. Post your entry on your own blog and add your link to the InLinkz page (see little blue frog image below). Continue reading Creative Expressions #14: Caribbean island

Creative Expressions #3: 2-word prompt (dust, bark)

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Welcome to Week 3 of my creative challenge.

I invite you to join me.

Each week on Tuesday (as time permits), I’ll post a word, a phrase, a picture, or an idea that will constitute a prompt from which to write a poem, a flash fiction piece (not longer than 200 words), an original photograph, an original artwork, or a combination of these things that you think applies to the week’s theme.

Interpret the theme as you see fit. The only rules are that you be creative, be original, and have fun. Post your entry on your own blog and add your link to the InLinkz page (see little blue frog link below).

As with most challenges of this sort, I encourage you to provide feedback, respectful critiques, or general comments. Simple “Likes” are good too!

This week I give you two words: BARK and DUST. I’ve written a flash fiction piece. I hope you enjoy it.

Into the dust

Wyatt slumped against a boulder next to a stand of mesquite while his horse grazed the sparse grass. The searing heat of the sun forced its way through his clothing making the sweaty stench of days on the trail seep back out through salt-whitened stains. Dry desert winds raised dust eddies blocking his view of the Mexican border from where he’d just ridden.

He’d never go back. He couldn’t. Maria was gone. Two little wooden crosses marked the graves where she and little Camilla were buried. Maria had loved the trees on that hill overlooking the little village of Río de Oro. Last year she had carved three tiny hearts into the bark of the largest tree.

They were happy then. The only peace and contentment he’d ever known was now gone. He’d ride out his days escaping the treachery he’d caused and the men who were now hunting him down.

The shots meant for him took his life, yet he still breathed and walked.

If he could go back in time, he’d never get tangled up with the man he once thought of as family. He trusted him, and now he paid the price. For what? The old man said the legend was true. No one would ever know. No one had entered that cave in more than twenty years. The gold was there for the taking.

He knew better. Maria had warned him too. She knew.

Four bullets into his father’s chest. If they hadn’t done it, he would have.

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The inheritance

bjc3b6rn-6100-word Flash Fiction. #FridayFictioneers
A story inspired by this photo provided by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.


“What a god-damned dump!”

Ted hurled a whiskey bottle off the roof and sighed as it swished through the leaves below.

“Dad always was a real joker — a jerk!”

Battered gardening paraphernalia littered the terraces. Foliage poked through places where greenery had no right to poke it’s chlorophyll face.

“Twenty years I worked my ass off to keep Mom in a good home. I’m glad she lost her mind when she did because this would have unhinged her for sure to see what a lunatic he became.”

Forget a realtor. After the funeral tomorrow, he’d call a demolition crew.

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Family matters

100-word Flash Fiction. #FridayFictioneers
copyright-erin-leary-2A story inspired by this photo provided by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.

I’m a little late with my story this week, but here it is! Enjoy. 

Rain slid from the leaves like the tears down her cheeks. Fog crept down the valley like a fox stalking a rabbit. Mud squelched under her galoshes piercing the evening silence. Five minutes to the farm.

She ran her fingers over the peeling paint on the fence and the initials she’d carved so many years ago. She and brother Gil flew kites in this field and caught rainbow in the stream.

After Gil drowned, she became invisible — invisible for more than fifty years.

Their last will and testament finally broke the silence.

They should have left the damned farm to a charity.

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Stop, look, and listen

100-word Flash Fiction. #FridayFictioneers
(http://madisonwoods.wordpress.com/flash-fiction/first-contact/)


“Son, you’ve got to learn to be more responsible. You’re always losing stuff.”

“I didn’t lose them, Dad!”

“Well, you don’t have them, do you?”

“No.”

“When did you have them last?” Continue reading Stop, look, and listen