Friday Fictioneers – Shadows

24 05 2013

Hi folks. Always seem to be short of time these days, so here’s a quick and dirty bit of fluff based on today’s photo prompt. Not my best, but I wanted to contribute. For those of you not familiar with the Friday Fiction group, visit Rochelle to find out more. 100 words or so of fiction based on a photo prompt. It only takes five minutes (well it did today), so why not give it a go?

(c) Danny Bowman


As the first rays of sun warmed my back, the last dregs of energy drained from my aching limbs.

I could see them out the corner of my eye; distorted human shadows winking in and out.

When I saw the payphone a block away, my hopes resurfaced. But when I got there they were crushed so deeply that they’d never see the light of day again. As I stared mutely at the broken handset, the shadow of a raised arm swept slowly up the front of the phone. I tried to dive, but the knife was too quick.


Friday Fiction – The Art of the Deal

10 05 2013

The Friday Fictioneers are an eclectic mix of bloggers from around the world, all of whom love to entertain us with 100 words of fiction on a Friday based on a photo prompt. To find out more, visit Rochelle’s blog. Why not join in, we’re a friendly bunch. Mostly.

(c) Ted Strutz

The Art of the Deal

Leaving the blissful heat of Fifth Avenue behind, I stepped into the cool – but surprisingly bright – Icon Grill. Best described as eclectic, the decor was a wonderful mishmash of different art styles all created by young Seattle artists. Which was exactly why it was one of my better hunting grounds.

It was quiet today; maybe midday was too early for struggling artists. No matter, someone would be here soon. Someone desperate for success. Someone willing to make a deal. Sooner or later, I’ll gain another soul.

Friday Fictioneers – Homesick

2 05 2013

Woohoo! I made it, and it’s only Thursday!  Kinda makes up for last week, don’t cha think? See Rochelle’s blog if you want to know whats what. Basically, 100 words of fiction based on a photo prompt. Go!

(c) Kent Bonham


As the suns set over New Barcelona, and weary settlers headed for home, the plastcrete building in Gaudi Square morphed into Casa Battló once more.

Staring at the famous masked balconies and the beautiful organic stonework brought on a deep pang of homesickness. I missed the old city; not to mention the San Miguel and the wonderful tapas at La Cova Fumada.

Even as I watched, the balconies started to flow back into the building once again as the heritage AI rearranged the plastcrete.

The building shrunk, squared up, and finally produced those oh so familiar delicious smells.

Thank you.

Friday Fictioneers – Claire’s Bookcase

27 04 2013

Hi all, sorry I’m late to this week’s party. But better late than never.  If you’ve arrived here by accident, worry not!  Go and visit Rochelle and all will be revealed. Or explained. Or something. Basically we’re talking 100 words or thereabouts of fiction based on a photo prompt.

(c) Claire Fuller

Claire’s Bookcase

With a deft flick of Macbeth, Claire stood back to let the heavy bookcase swing open  revealing a hidden door. Made of steel, with a single combination lock and small round peephole, it looked something like a large safe.

She checked on her treasure. A man, head slumped on his chest, was bound to a metal chair.

It was his own fault, he never should have come knocking. So far nobody had missed him: no alarm had been raised.

Stepping back, she slid her fingers along spines of books until she found the closing trigger. Appropriately enough, Death of a Salesman.

Friday Fictioneers – A Walk Through Time

18 04 2013

The sun is shining, maybe winter has finally ended after all. (OK, so ten minutes later it was raining). Either way it’s time for 100 words or thereabouts of fiction based on this weeks photo prompt from Janet Webb. If you would like to join in with the Friday Fictioneers go see Rochelle’s blog. You don’t have to be a writer (I’m not), you just have to enjoy writing.

This week’s photo put me in mind of a short story that I’ve been meaning to write for a while now, so this is a kind of abstract from a story yet to be written!

And of course it’s all based on a true story, and set about a mile from where I live!

(c) Janet Webb

A Walk Through Time

As I walk along the beach, shingle crunches beneath my boots, waves crash in and suck back out again with a death rattle of pebbles.

I see a small wreck pulled up on the beach ahead.

Drawing level with the bare ribs and rotten timbers, a massive shiver runs down my spine as if crossing a powerful threshold. I smell tobacco, feel a presence and hear the whispering in the wind. A few steps further and the feeling fades away like the early morning mist.

Turning around, understanding dawns. I’ve just crossed over the line of the old smugglers path.


₪ ₪ ₪ ₪ ₪ ₪ ₪ ₪ ₪


Friday Fictioneers – His Final Creation

11 04 2013

Hi all. Back by popular (ok singular) demand after getting distracted by having the kids at home over Easter, it’s time for a bit of Friday Fiction. 100 words or thereabouts based on a photo prompt, this week supplied by Sandra Crook. If you want to join in, you’re welcome. See Rochelle’s blog for the guidelines.


(c) Sandra Crook


His Final Creation

When I was told that my grandfather always put a bit of himself into everything he built, I didn’t think they meant it literally.

Made with – and from – all of his most cherished tools, his one-man, ride-on plough embodied all his beliefs of function over form. Which is pretty ironic as some think that the rusty heap now sitting on my porch is actually a work of art!

His final creation may look a bit tired and antiquated by modern standards, but I know for a fact … it’s still got heart.

Friday Fictioneers – A Tale of Conquest

21 03 2013

Hi folks, back again for another stab at making a worthwhile contribution to the melange of prose that is the Friday Fictioneers. 100 words or thereabouts based on a photo prompt, all ably organised by the indefatigable Rochelle.

(c) Doug MacIlroy

A Tale of Conquest

Ask any elite performer – retirement sucks.

When you’re forced out at the top of your game, you inevitably feel unfulfilled. Regardless of fame, there’s always the sense of never having finished your career if you miss out on The Big One. When I stood there and watched as my three brothers galloped away into the distance, it was just gut-wrenching. But what’s a horse to do?

So here I stand, brilliant white coat faded to grey, dreaming of what might have been.

Oh, by the way, my original name was Conquest, but you might know me better as Pestilence.

= = = = = = = = = = =

Authors Note: According to Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett’s excellent book Good Omens, Pestilence was forced into retirement in 1936 after the invention of penicillin, and was replaced by Pollution.