Friday Fictioneers – Weighed and Measured

27 09 2013

Morning all. Friday once again and time for another 100 words of fiction based on a photo prompt. Thanks to Rochelle for organizing. Please visit Rochelle’s blog to find out more about the Friday Fictioneers. I don’t claim to be a writer, I do this for a bit of fun. So constructive criticism is always welcome as I’m here to learn.

(c) Rich Voza

 

Weighed and Measured

As the final episodes of my life finished flashing past my eyes, I dropped to my knees, hands clutching fruitlessly at my failing heart.

Through the pain and the tears I glimpsed three doors. White would lead me up to Heaven, blue would guide me to Purgatory, Red . . . to the other place.

My mortal life was over, I had been weighed and measured. Had I led a worthy life? A good life? Nobody is perfect, but do you need to be? We all have our faults . . . and our regrets.

Slowly, the door swung open.

P.S.  What colour is your door?





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

Shadows

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.