Friday fictioneers: Sometimes things work

PHOTO PROMPT © Fatima Fakier Deria When Marcus had first pitched his idea to me I thought he was insane. It wasn't the idea of having a bus as a taxi around the area that I didn’t approve of. I mean, there are a lot of groups wandering about lost/drunk/or both. This was Las Vegas. No, [...]

Friday fictioneers: Backseat drivers know best

I wrote this 100-word story for this week's Friday fictioneers PHOTO PROMPT © C.E. Ayr Michelle frowned. “I swear we needed to turn that way.” Philip was sick of this. She always insisted that she knew better than anyone or anything in anything that was going on outside of the car. “The satnav told me to [...]

SPF: Display

“That’s very unusual, Cathy,” Lisa said as she indicated that jar on the table. “We only put the clocks back to show the start of wintertime and you have found sunflowers for the table.” “It has not been a normal year, so I just figured they would be a good addition.” Lisa nodded her approval. “I [...]

WW: hauntingly beautiful

I got called hauntingly beautiful once. I smiled and laughed, but I never gave it any thought for a very long time. By then it was much too late. I am thinking the stranger calling me that was passing on a curse. Now, I am stuck forever in this place where I died. I can’t leave and move [...]

WW: Darkness

Written for writing Wednesday When darkness falls, there are many things that come to life. Some of them are not the friendliest things, and some of them exist only within our minds. Human imagination is the most glorious of things and it is when the lights go out that it reaches full potential. This is [...]

#FFFC: Teddy bears picnic

Written for fandango's flash fiction challenge “Isn’t this just perfect?” Teddy bear complained after being positioned on the chair. “This is supposed to be a teddy bears picnic, and here I am, on the stupidly high chair that I am with two others. I can’t reach the food, what is the point of being here [...]

Friday fictioneers: I told you so

PHOTO PROMPT © Na’ama Yehuda   The old woman gave a sigh as she joined the back of the queue. “This is becoming like a ritual,” she announced to nobody in particular. “It rains and houses ain’t built to cope no more. Here we are again lining up for some safe to stay overnight.” She [...]