Friday Fictioneers

25 10 2012

Friday Fictioneers, a loose collection of tortured souls pounding out 100 words every Friday based on a photo prompt. Some are serious, some not. I seem to be falling into the latter category recently. It’s fun, try it! Comments welcome, I’m here to learn.

Copyright Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

It’s All In The Mind

“It moved, Kate!”

“Billy, you did not move the sugar shaker with the power of your mind.”

“Did too! It seriously wobbled.”

“I didn’t see it.”

Billy sighed, shoulders drooping. “Hey!” he said. “Is that a deer in the garden?”


As Kate stood to peer out the window, Billy quickly grabbed the shaker and moved it onto the table. Kate sat back down and looked at her brother in exasperation. “That’s cheating.”

Kate focused her will on the shaker. It rose smoothly into the air, did a neat backflip, and landed squarely in the rack. “Try again,” she said.


Friday Fiction

18 10 2012

Friday Fiction time again. A careful look at the bus in the prompt sparked an instant idea, hope it doesn’t spark the same idea with others! Comments welcome.

Thanks to Madison for hosting this group, and good luck in all your projects. Rochelle will be in charge from next week.

Copyright Ron Pruitt

The History Trip

“Ok, careful now folks. No need to push, we’ve always got plenty of time. No sir, we won’t be stopping to eat there. I appreciate that it feels like a long time to a big guy like you, but we’ll be back here sooner than you might think. No miss, we won’t be collecting souvenirs. That’s right son, that’s because we have to stay on the bus at all times. Wouldn’t want anyone getting shot now would we? If we stay on the bus, they can’t see us.

“Right then if everybody’s ready? Welcome to Jefferson Historical Tours. Next stop Gettysburg, 1863.”

You are what you read – Fantasy

17 10 2012

Following on from my list of favorite science fiction books, thought I’d take a few minutes to run through some of my favourite fantasy. Once again feel free to consider it a recommended reading list. In no particular order:

The Hobbit & LOTR
The Pern novels – Anne McCaffery
Most books by Charles De Lint especially Moonheart and The Little Country
Game of Thrones – George RR Martin
Dancing Jax – Robin Jarvis
Legend – David Gemmell
His Majesty’s Dragon – Naomi Novik
Sword of Shanarra – Terry Brooks
Sword of Truth series – Terry Goodkind (especially the one with the girl in the red leather outfit)
Wheel of Time – Robert Jordan (got fed up after about six or seven)
The Belgariad series – David Eddings
Memory, Sorrow & Thorn series – Tad Williams
The Heroes – Joe Abercrombie

I’m sure there’s more. So I’ll update this list in the future.

Friday Fictioneers

12 10 2012

Hello again, I’m back for another bout of Friday Fiction writing. Very hard this week to avoid lapsing into fan fiction as this picture made me think of Mos Eisley Spaceport from Star Wars. Not sure how well fan fiction goes down on Fridays, probably best for me to avoid it otherwise you’ll just get Star Wars & Star Trek every week! I seem to remember that English lessons at school were a bit like that. Regardless of the theme, I always managed to write to science fiction story that fit!

Constructive criticism welcome, I’m here to learn.

Photo by Jan Morrill

Just Medals and Scars

The young marine ran hard through mazelike alleys. Skidding to a sudden halt on the sandy ground, he crouched down with his back to the hot wall. Cold sweat tickled his skin as he took deep breaths.

Hand signals flickered. He jumped to his feet and headed right, buddy close behind guarding their rear.

Another junction, another pause.

Unable to see round the sharp stone corner, the marine took a deep breath and swung around it quickly raising his rifle to eye-level as he did so.

Framed in his sights – and only yards away – was an enemy rifle pointing right back at him.

Friday Fictioneers

5 10 2012

Here’s my take on this weeks photo for Madison Woods Friday Fictioneers: 100 words of fiction. Constructive criticism welcome, I’m here to learn.

My Grandmother’s Kitchen

My grandmother may have been an awful violinist, but in her kitchen she could create culinary symphonies out of the simplest of ingredients. If only she could have worked this magic with her music.

When she baked, the smells pervading the house were heavenly, but the sounds that spread through the house as she practised her violin, were the sounds of fingernails down the chalkboard. The sounds that drive a man to take action.

Now the kitchen stands empty. No symphony, but no cacophony either.