Written for Esther’s “Can You Tell A Story In…” #272 exactly 38 words using these four required words: ‘hullabaloo’, ‘queue’, ‘slug’ and ‘beam’. This is my 38 word story.
TRIGGER WARNING: I KNOW, IT’S A SNAIL! SUE ME! DO YOU KNOW HOW LONG IT TOOK TO TRAINTHAT SUCKER TO DO THIS?!
Our gracious host, Rochelle, at Friday Fictioneers asks us to use the photo below as inspiration to write creatively in 100 words or less while making every word count. This is my flash.
Our gracious host, Rochelle, at Friday Fictioneers asks us to use the photo below as inspiration to write creatively in 100 words or less while making every word count. This is my flash.
Our gracious host, Rochelle, at Friday Fictioneers asks us to use the photo below as inspiration to write creatively in 100 words or less while making every word count. This is my flash.
Our gracious host, Rochelle, at Friday Fictioneers asks us to use the photo below as inspiration to write creatively in 100 words or less while making every word count. This is my flash.
Our gracious host, Rochelle, at Friday Fictioneers asks us to use the photo below as inspiration to write creatively in 100 words or less while making every word count. This is my flash.
Written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt #395 incorporating the word “commit” in exactly 64 words. I have also used a few of the awesome images by Kevin at No Theme Thursday. In 64 words, this is my story.
Written for Friday Fictioneers where our host Rochelle asks us to use the photo below as inspiration to write creatively in 100 words or less while making every word count. This is my flash.
Written for Friday Fictioneers. Our host Rochelle asks us to use the photo below as inspiration to write creatively in 100 words or less while making every word count. This is my flash.
Things were easier then, life was different. Kids felt safe in their little bubbles. I’d cycle to my piano lessons, cutting through the empty lot without a shred of fear.
I’d ring the bell for my lesson; if my teacher didn’t answer immediately, I’d wait on the bench. One time I waited so long, I was about to leave when the door flew open and a girl came running out, sobbing, her clothes a disheveled mess. My teacher called out after her. My only reason for ever feeling fear was the way my piano teacher looked at me that day.
Written for Friday Fictioneers where our host Rochelle asks us to use the photo below as inspiration to write creatively in 100 words or less while making every word count. This is my flash.