Friday Fictioneers – Dare!

Every week, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields (thank you, Rochelle!) hosts a flash fiction challenge, to write a complete story, based on a photoprompt, with a beginning, middle and end, in 100 words or less. Post it on your blog, and include the Photoprompt and Inlinkz on your page. Link your story URL. Then the fun starts as you read other peoples’ stories and comment on them!

PHOTO PROMPT © ALICIA JAMTAAS

Dare!

Tom and James crept closer to the shack in the woods.

“The door’s shut.”

“Bet it’s not locked.”

“Try it!”

“Somebody might be inside.”

“Dare you!”

Tom swallowed. He looked back down the path.

“Chicken!” jeered James.

Hesitant, Tom grasped the door handle and tugged. The door scraped against the ground.

“Coo! Bet we’re the first people in years been inside,” he said.

There was a cupboard, a table, a ratty old chair.

“Look, there’s a drawer in the table,” exclaimed James. Excitedly, he yanked it open. Heavy, metallic, deadly, the revolver gleamed in the drawer.

Outside, footsteps crunched.

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Friday Fictioneers – Dumping the Future

Every week, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields (thank you, Rochelle!) hosts a flash fiction challenge, to write a complete story, based on a photoprompt, with a beginning, middle and end, in 100 words or less. Post it on your blog, and include the Photoprompt and Inlinkz on your page. Link your story URL. Then the fun starts as you read other peoples’ stories and comment on them!

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PHOTO PROMPT © ROCHELLE WISOFF-FIELDS

Dumping the Future

The men had guns. They also had my daughters.

“We’ve had enough of scientists,” drawled one of them. “They were the ones got us into this mess.”

The one who seemed to be in charge said, “You’re gonna dump all your electrical goods, all computers, mobile phones, everything.”

“And then…?”

“Then your girls still have a father, and we won’t need to take care of them.”

“Where do you want it dumped?”

He shrugged. “Who cares?”

It took two days, but my girls are back.

I’ve missed cold beer this summer.

I hope I’ve cut enough logs for the winter.

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Friday Fictioneers – Terminus

Every week, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields (thank you, Rochelle!) hosts a flash fiction challenge, to write a complete story, based on a photoprompt, with a beginning, middle and end, in 100 words or less. Post it on your blog, and include the Photoprompt and Inlinkz (the blue frog) on your page. Link your story URL. Then the fun starts as you read other peoples’ stories and comment on them!

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PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook

Terminus

As the express raced through the night, Cameron sized up the other passenger in the first-class compartment. Strong, fit, and, it would seem, armed. Like many before him, he seemed oblivious of the scrutiny of the self-effacing Scotsman sitting opposite. His mistake, thought Cameron.

The train roared as it entered the tunnel. Acrid steam blew into the carriage.

“I’ll shut the window, shall I?” enquired Cameron.

He stood, and operated the emergency brake. The train bucked, the brakes squealed, and Cameron turned, gun in hand.

“You’re past it, old man,” he heard, as the other man’s bullet felled him.

Blue Froggie!

 

 

Friday Fictioneers – Revenge

Every week, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields (thank you, Rochelle!) hosts a flash fiction challenge, to write a complete story, based on a photoprompt, with a beginning, middle and end, in 100 words or less. Post it on your blog, and include the Photoprompt and Inlinkz (the blue frog) on your page. Link your story URL. Then the fun starts as you read other peoples’ stories and comment on them!

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PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz

Genre: Crime

Word count: 99

Revenge

The last ferry of the day, with its single, drunk, passenger, shuddered away from the Stag Hotel jetty.

The steward, Jamie, hoovered the saloon.

Laurence Glanville, the owner of the Stag Hotel, wasn’t going to be enjoying Catriona any more, gloated Jamie, as he took a small, heavy package from his locker. He hastily concealed it as the mate approached.

He glared at the drunk.

“Dinna puke on ma floor, laddie!”

The mate nodded and went to the wheelhouse.

Swiftly Jamie dropped the package into thirty fathoms of water.

On the mainland, flashing blue lights hurtled towards the port.