Our gracious host, Rochelle, is asking us to get
creative in 100 words or less using the photo
seen below. This is Friday Fictioneers.
Tag: Mystery
Magic Mirror
Written for MLMM Monday Wordle;
the prompt words are shown below.
call, delete, diary, found, level, maiden,
nobody, now, phone, reprimand, tired, vindictive
Behind The Blue Door
Written in response to this delightful photo
by Brian Dodd at bushboys world, who
graciously allows me to share with you.
Here’s where the image took me.
RDP Saturday: book club
Written for RDP where Punam asks us to
get creative with the words “book club”.
Thanks, Punam! Here’s where the prompts took me.
The Watcher
Our gracious host, Rochelle, is asking us to get
creative in 100 words or less using the photo
seen below. Welcome to Friday Fictioneers
This is where the prompt took me.
Housecalls – Part 3: What Was Left Behind
You may read Part 2 HERE.
Continue reading “Housecalls – Part 3: What Was Left Behind”Reconstruction
Written for Jolene’s It’s Story Time.
The prompts are shown below;
here’s where they took me.
The Sorry Truth: A Dirk Malone Story
Written for MLMM Monday Wordle #461.
Our twelve prompt words are shown below.
Here’s where they took me. Thanks, Di!
petty, rich, custom, sorry, pride, worry,
try, carry, support, honest, suggest, and head
The Wrong Turn
Our gracious host, Rochelle, is asking us to get
creative in 100 words or less using the photo
seen below. Welcome to Friday Fictioneers
This is where the prompt took me.
Beneath The Surface
Written for Melissa’s Fandango
Flash Fiction Challenge – #336.
Here’s where the photo prompt took me.
In Search Of Answers
Our gracious host, Rochelle, encourages us
to be creative by writing a story in 100 words
or less using the photo prompt below. This is
Friday Fictioneers. Here’s where the photo took me.
Southern Gothic
This week at Glyn Wilton’s Mixed Music Bag,
he’s asking us to write about a song in which
the title or a line mentions the current month.
Here’s my final artist for June and her song.
The Gardener
Written for WTFAIOA Pick 3 #5,
using at least 3 of the 21 randomly
selected words on the bottom of the page.
The image below from Only Murders In My Mind
Weekly Writing Prompt #59 was my inspiration.
I was able to use all 21 words in my story.
The Burden Of Secrets
Written for OLWG #417.
The prompts appear below.
This is my story.
M.I.A.
Written for WTFAIOA Pick 3 #3.
Each week the inspirational list will
be comprised of 21 randomly selected
words; we must use at least three.
Here’s our list of words; I have used all.
There’s Always Something
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.
Swallowed Up
Written for Only Murders In My Mind
Weekly Writing Prompt #55. This week’s
inspiration is the photo seen below.
The Weight
Written for Only Murders In My Mind
Weekly Writing Prompt #54. This week’s
inspiration is the photo seen below.
That’s Entertainment – Letter O
Welcome back to “That’s Entertainment!” –
The A To Z Challenge.
I hope you enjoy my musical selections.
Let’s see what’s up today!
Muted Moments
Written for Muse On Monday,
where the theme is ‘lost in a fog’.
Also for Sadje’s “What Do You See?” –
#284 and the two corresponding photo
prompts shown below. This is my story.
It Is What It Is
Written for OLWG #412.
The three prompts are shown below.
This is my take.
Do No Harm
Well, look at that! It’s my turn in the hot seat
place of honor at Friday Fictioneers as the
lovely Rochelle has chosen my photo as this
week’s head-scratcher inspiration. I’m tingling
with fear anticipation at the ridiculous masterful
100 word stories that await us! Let’s get the show
on the road, shall we? This is not my photo and my flash.
Gilded Cages
Written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing
Prompt #410 using the word ‘opulence’ in
exactly 98 words. Also for Sue & Gerry’s
Weekly Prompts Colour Challenge and
the word ‘silver’. This is my 98-word story.
Is There A Detective In The House?
Written for Esther’s “Can You Tell A Story In…..? #279”
This week we are faced with one or two challenges:
to write a story in exactly 7 words using the word ‘imposter’
and/or a story in exactly 50 words including the five required
prompts: ‘coat’, ‘pie’, ‘qualify’, ‘Latin’, ‘aunt’ and ‘maze. Never
one to shy away from a challenge, here’s my two-stories-in-one!
On The Rocks – Part 5: The Euganean Hills
Written for The Unicorn Challenge where
we are urged to get creative in 250 words or less.
The photo below is our inspiration; this is my story.
The Sentinel
Written for The Unicorn Challenge where
we are urged to get creative in 250 words or less.
The photo below is our inspiration; this is my story.
The Harmonica
Written for The Unicorn Challenge where we are
encouraged to be creative in 250 words or less
using the photo below as inspiration. This is my story.
He was neither old nor young and if he had memories … good, bad, happy or sad … they were long forgotten, washed away like tears in rain.
His hand reached for his breast pocket, fingers touching the familiar object resting inside. A harmonica. He had no idea where it came from nor did he know why it was in his pocket yet somehow with an intrinsic knowledge he knew it was his.
Removing the instrument from his pocket, he stared at it as he reverently caressed the wood, reading the faded inscription. Raising it to his mouth, he began to play an old tune he forgot he even knew.
People passing by dropped coins into the white cloth shopping bag at his feet. He might not remember much but he’d never forget the delicious aroma of the crusty baguette in his bag.
A little boy of perhaps eight years of age shyly approached, dropped a coin in the man’s bag and ran back to his father waiting nearby. There was something about the older man that made the boy’s father pause for just a moment.
This ritual continued for several days and the two men pensively acknowledged each other with a nod.
One day before the boy ran back to his father, the man slipped the harmonica into his hand. When the boy’s father read the inscription, he knew. He looked up but the older man was gone.
He closed his eyes as a teardrop landed on the harmonica.
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250 Words
This is “Georgia On My Mind” by Charlie McCoy
All text, graphics and videos are copyright for The Sicilian Storyteller, The Elephant’s Trunk and The Rhythm Section and are not to be used without permission. NAR©2017-present.
Lower Forty Soliloquy
Written for The Unicorn Challenge where we are asked to be creative
in 250 words or less, using this image as inspiration. This is my story
“Where you been, girl? You got anythin’ goin’ on in that head of yours besides them nonsense rhymes? Your Ma’s been cookin’ all day and she sure coulda used your help with them black-eyed peas but you was nowhere to be found. You best not-a been hangin’ ‘round that good-for-nuthin’ boy again, girl. If I told you once, I told you a thousand times … keep away from him! There’s somethin’ not right with that boy! He’ll bring nuthin’ but misery. You start messin’ around with him and you’re gonna live to regret it. Then try and find yourself a decent husband! No man I know wants used goods!
Now stop makin’ excuses, girl! I’m your Pa and I know when you’re lyin’ … just like you was lyin’ about not bein’ out by the river. You know how I know that? ‘Cause somebody done seen ya. I see by the look in your eyes that it’s true. Yeah, you was seen by that new preacher man. And that ain’t all, girl. He said you was with that troublemaker and you had your heads together like you was plottin’ somethin’ real private-like.
I swear, girl, you ain’t got a lick a sense between ya. Stop this dang foolishness ‘cause it’s gonna lead to no good! C’mon now, girl … dinner’s waitin‘.
Anna, your cookin’ is fit for a king!
What you goin’ on about, woman? Jesus! I seen that boy just yesterday. Now, why’d he go do a fool thing like that!”
NAR©2024
250 Words
This is “Ode To Billie Joe” by Bobbie Gentry
NB: Bobbie Gentry remarked that the message in Ode To Billie Joe revolved around the “nonchalant way” the family discussed Billie Joe’s suicide. She also said she included the verse about something being thrown off the bridge because it established a relationship between Billie Joe and the daughter, providing “a possible motivation for his suicide after meeting with her“. Gentry told The New York Times in 1969: “I had my own idea what was thrown off the bridge while I was writing it, but it’s not that important. Actually it was something symbolic. But I’ve never told anyone what it was.” The last time Bobbie Gentry appeared in public was at the Academy of Country Music Awards on April 30, 1982, almost 42 years ago to the day. Since that time, she has not recorded, performed or been interviewed. A 2016 news report stated that Gentry lives a secluded lifestyle in Los Angeles; she has refused to speak to reporters about Ode To Billie Joe or to give interviews.
All text, graphics and videos are copyright for The Sicilian Storyteller, The Elephant’s Trunk and The Rhythm Section and is not for use by anyone without permission. NAR©2017-present.
WITHOUT A TRACE
Behind the windows of this estate there once resided a reclusive couple. It’s said that everyone has a story; this couple was no exception.
As young newlyweds they longed for a child but were unable to conceive. They sought the advice of seers and gypsies, to no avail.
Now middle-aged, the wife found she was pregnant. She was told the babe would not survive but survive it did and grew inside its mother, causing her great discomfort. Finally the time arrived for the birth. The wife labored for hours and as the baby’s head began to emerge, the midwife screamed and ran from the house.
The husband took the midwife’s place and immediately recoiled in fear. The wife pleaded for her husband to pull the baby from her body but he refused. Reaching down between her legs, the wife grabbed hold and pulled until the babe was free. Asking her husband to bring the lantern closer so she could see the infant, the new mother gasped and cried out in horror and despair.
The poor babe was grotesque, his head enormous with eyes fused closed and his mouth a mere slit.
Without looking back, the husband left the house, heading to the tavern to drown his sorrows. He informed everyone that the baby had died. Filled with remorse, he returned home to find his wife and baby gone. He went searching but never found them. He died, a broken man.
No trace was ever found of the mother or baby.
NAR © 2023
250 Words
THE MONK
Typing the final paragraph of my thesis, my computer crashed. It would not start up at all.
This could not be happening!
The closest place that had public computers was the library. I ran there, rushing through the doors into the brightly lit room. All the computers were being used! Frantic, I explained my problem to the librarian and asked if there was another computer available.
She brought me to a room. The door locked behind me. There was a desk, paper, a quill and a candle. And I was wearing sandals and a medieval monk’s robe.
Where was I?
NAR © 2023
100 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Script
