I Hope So: Friday Fictioneers 100 Word Story Challenge

Pete jabbed his finger in the direction of the historic car that had pulled up across the road from the little cafe he frequented on Fridays “Hey Barb, how much you think It’d cost to restore something like that”.

The elderly shop assistant squinted from behind the counter out into the street “Hmm, more then you can afford Pete my boy”.

Pete stood, stretching out his aching muscles “I’m going to make it big Barb. Just you wait and see”.

Barbara sighed as she watched him get up and leave “For your sake I hope so Pete. I hope so”.

Friday Fictioneers is a weekly challenge set by Rochelle Fields where writers around the world create 100 word stories inspired by the one image.

This week’s PHOTO PROMPT © Al ForbesPHOTO PROMPT © Al Forbes

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At Peace: Friday Fictioneers 100 Word Story Challenge

She felt at peace as she stood on the edge of the cliff overlooking the ocean.

The Sorceress had foretold the outcome of this day 90 years ago when she was a mere 15.

She’d had a good life with her human family, a full and happy life.

She felt a tightness in her chest as she stumbled forwards and fell.

Her heart spluttered and seized as she spiralled down through the air.

All the pain disappeared the moment she hit the water and her consciousness faded.

Verna the mermaid had gone home, to her final resting place at sea.

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Friday Fictioneers is a weekly challenge set by Rochelle Fields where writers around the world create 100 word stories inspired by the one image.

This week’s PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook

PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook

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Missed: Friday Fictioneers 100 Word Story Challenge

Friday Fictioneers is a weekly challenge set by Rochelle Fields where writers around the world create 100 word stories inspired by the one image.

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His little legs pumped up and down as fast as they could. He rounded the corner by flinging himself round the light poll.

He could see the bus up ahead, it was just pulling away from the curb.  

“No please wait” he yelled, but it was no good. He’d missed the bus again.

He sat down in the dirt by the side of the road and cried.

He’d really been looking forward to the trifle his mumma was cooking for desert. But all he was going to get was a bruised backside from his daddy.

He’d missed the bus again.

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This week’s PHOTO PROMPT © Ron Pruitt

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Killer Carnival: Friday Fictioneers 100 Word Story Challenge

Friday Fictioneers is a weekly challenge set by Rochelle Fields where writers around the world create 100 word stories inspired by the one image.

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I had never been a fan of carnival rides, they always felt dodgy.
We were flying, spinning around three stories above the ground. I could hear the metal creaking and groaning.

Then it happened.

I heard a growling grinding noise, then a metallic ping.
Next thing I knew I was plummeting towards the ground.
I thought about how devastated my mum would be, how happy my step-sister would be. I thought about my old dog, Gumby.

Then suddenly I wasn’t falling anymore. I was flying upwards with two big strong arms cradling me.
That was the day I met Superman.

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This week’s PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz
PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz

Extinction: Friday Fictioneers 100 Word Story Challenge

I knew it was pointless, that I would be too late. But I had to see it for myself.

The door popped open and my nostrils were assaulted with the foul stench of decay.

I gingerly stepped outside, my eyes taking in nothing but burnt land and smoldering Furly-Pon skeletons.

They had been a peaceful race and never stood a chance against us.

If my engines hadn’t failed I would have got here sooner and been able to save at least a few of them.

Another world conquered. Another race wiped out.

Well done humans, when will it be enough?

Friday Fictioneers is a weekly challenge set by Rochelle Fields where writers around the world create 100 word stories inspired by the one image.

This week’s PHOTO PROMPT © Douglas M. MacIlroypleisiosaur_

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Petrol Fumes: Friday Fictioneers 100 Word Story Challenge

‘‘RUN’’ came a voice from the next room.

I was dizzy from the petrol fumes and didn’t react in time.

Within what felt like seconds the whole room I was standing in was alight.

I hadn’t let on to the local boys that I thought it was wrong.

I wanted to be one of them.

I wanted to fit in.

It was stupid and I will probably always have scars from the third degree burns I suffered.

I’m just glad I’m alive, some of the boys weren’t so lucky.

I’ve never felt the need to fit in ever again.

Friday Fictioneers is a weekly challenge set by Rochelle Fields where writers around the world create 100 word stories inspired by the one image.

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

This week’s PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

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The Doctor: Friday Fictioneers 100 Word Story Challenge

Sorry guy’s I’ve been watching a lot of Dr Who lately, David Tennant style. I love that man, or should I say I love that Doctor. This flew out of my hands at 167 words and as I always make it exactly 100 words, it was hard to cut down – but TADA! I did it. I can totally see myself running across a field like a lunatic chasing after a blue police box Mwahahaha.

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I didn’t see the stump hidden in the long grass. I didn’t have time to register the pain radiating from my left shin bone. I got right back up and kept running.

I could see the old school blue police box in front me. Adventure and freedom so close I could feel it.

I was about 200 meters away when the box shimmered, I heard a grinding noise and it disappeared.

So close.

I broke down and cried.

I’m still looking for that blue box and hopefully one day I will get my chance to travel time with the Doctor.

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Friday Fictioneers is a challenge set by Rochelle Fields where writers around the world create 100 word stories inspired by the one image.

This week’s PHOTO PROMPT Copyright Sandra Crook

Frost on a stump. Sandra Crook.

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The Drunk: Friday Fictioneers 100 word story challenge

Friday Fictioneers is a challenge set by Rochelle Fields where writers around the world create 100 word stories inspired by the one image.

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I stare across our front lawn. The drunk is passed out next to his poorly parked shit heap.

So he did make it home last night.

It’s only a matter of time before the cops get him, or the Berley boys, I just hope it’s before he kills someone.

I decide I better attempt to drag him in the house.

I approach him and see blood, a lot of blood. I check his pulse. I grin wickedly to myself as I walk inside to call 000.

I am yet to know who or how, but someone has set me free.

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**NOTE** ‘000’ is the Aussie equivalent to ‘911’.

This week’s PHOTO PROMPT -Copyright Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

PHOTO PROMPT -Copyright Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

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Phillip: Friday Fictioneers 100 word story challenge

Phillip was staring at a Route 66 sign and he was feeling rather sorry for himself.

He had just convinced the lady behind the counter to give him a cup of tea, when he felt the room shake; his vision twisted and blacked out.

His ears popped and his vision returned. He was standing in what appeared to be a dirt hut.

“Not again” he moaned to himself “I’d only just figured out where I was, again”.

Furious with the fate he had been given, he stomped out the door to try and discover where he’d ended up this time.

 PHOTO PROMPT – © Copyright Jean L. Hays

Begin the Route

Friday Fictioneers is a challenge set by Rochelle Fields where writers around the world create 100 word stories inspired by the one image. For more information see:

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Patrick: Friday Fictioneers 100 word story challenge

Patrick had tried so hard to keep his father’s shop running, but with a baby on the way and the closing of the local mine most of the towns folk had moved away taking their cars and need for mechanical services along with them.

Patrick had a mate over in Bergenfield who’d got him some short term labouring work; it would do until the money came through from selling his home and his father’s shop. He planned to start fresh in a new expanding town. He had a good woman behind him and was confident they would make it through.

Claire Fuller (7)PHOTO PROMPT – Copyright – Claire Fuller

Friday Fictioneers is a challenge set by Rochelle Fields where writers around the world create 100 word stories inspired by the one image. For more information see: http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2014/11/19/21-november-2014/