Wednesday, 7 February 2018

THE RAPTURE OF THE DEEP - 100 word story

The Friday Fictioneers photo prompt this week reminded me of places where I've dived and made me want to tell a scuba diving story. As I'm short on time I've rewritten a story to make it fit the word count. Nitrogen Narcosis exists - but recreational divers aren't at risk if they keep within maximum depths!


PHOTO PROMPT © JS Brand



THE RAPTURE OF THE DEEP

‘Nitrogen narcosis, The Rapture of the Deep. It changes your reality.' Tom looked into Ella's eyes. 'The Rapture is intoxicating, seductive and potentially deadly.’
‘Blimey,’ said Ella.
They descended amidst a pageant of marine life. Corals glowed and pulsed. Impossibly hued fish shimmied and salsa’d, saying, ‘look at us, Ella.’
Was this it? The Rapture? But it was glorious. Ella pirouetted, beckoning to the fish to be stroked.
She swooped down, following them. Tom caught her. She giggled and twisted in his arms. Tom's eyes dilated. He laughed.
They spat out their mouthpieces and swam, enraptured, into the abyss.




I'm going vagabonding for a few weeks so this is my last story for a little while. I hope you enjoyed it and I look forward to reading your comments. 

If you wish to read more Friday Fictioneers stories, you can find them listed HERE


If you'd like to join in the challenge, you'll find all the information posted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields 
- her blog is listed on 'My Blog List' on the right hand side of this page.

On a final note - I always try to visit the blogs of everyone who comments on mine. If I haven't commented on yours it's either because I haven't been able to find your blog when I've clicked on your name or because you have a wordpress account that requires me to sign in first. 


Wednesday, 31 January 2018

STUMPED FOR IDEAS - 100 word story

The photo prompt for this week got me wondering how I was going find a fresh theme about a cut down tree. Frankly, I was stumped. And that gave me an idea. 


PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields


STUMPED FOR IDEAS!


“I'm stumped for ideas.” Hairy John's rucked up t-shirt revealed a milk-white paunch.
“Let's hitch-hike down to Spain again,” said Titch.
“No way. Remember those Spanish lorry drivers yelling 'cut your hair, Hippies!’?”
“That was years ago,” said Titch. “Remember the gorgeous chick with doe-eyes. I wonder what she looks like now.”
“Fat.”
“Let's find out.”
“Why?”
“Why not?”
Hairy John frowned. “Got me stumped.”
“Come on, man.”
“Okay, we'll go.” Hairy John stood up and hitched his jeans over his bum-crack. “But I'm warning you. She'll be fat now.”



I hope you enjoyed my story and I look forward to reading your comments. 

If you wish to read more Friday Fictioneers stories, you can find them listed HERE


If you'd like to join in the challenge, you'll find all the information posted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields 
- her blog is listed on 'My Blog List' on the right hand side of this page.

On a final note - I always try to visit the blogs of everyone who comments on mine. If I haven't commented on yours it's either because I haven't been able to find your blog when I've clicked on your name or because you have a wordpress account that requires me to sign in first. 

Wednesday, 24 January 2018

THE WARNING - 100 word story

The photo prompt for Friday Fictioneers this week led me along a path of destruction and betrayal. Hope you like it!


Photo Prompt by Sandra Crook


The Warning

I waited in front of the derelict shop.
When he turned the corner I started the car and eased onto the road, smooth as cream.
He didn’t notice me. He never noticed the sassy woman who lived inside this plain-Jane skin. A woman brave enough to take action when side-swiped by betrayal.
He stepped onto the crossing. I accelerated. Our eyes locked. His widened in realisation. Too late, mate.
Bodies don't bounce. They thud and crunch and roll away kinda slow.
   
Janice hit Print, placed the draft of her new thriller on the desk, knowing her husband would read it.




I hope you enjoyed my story and I look forward to reading your comments. 

If you wish to read more Friday Fictioneers stories, you can find them listed HERE 


If you'd like to join in the challenge, you'll find all the information posted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields 
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Wednesday, 17 January 2018

DERELICT - 100 word story

This week's photo prompt for Friday Fictioneers got me thinking. Didn't we all love fairgrounds as children? But what happens when a naughty child can't visit the fairground? Why, she'll use her imagination instead...


PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll




DERELICT

'I hate you!' Sophie punched her sister.
'That's it! You're grounded,' said her mother. 'No fairground visit.'
Sophie raged and fled to the scrapyard. She spotted a derelict car. The driver's door handle clicked open. She climbed in. The interior smelt of urine. Sophie wrinkled her nose.
Hidden under newspapers, Manny lay asleep on the back seat.
Sophie clutched the steering wheel. ‘Brm brm.’
Manny woke.
A kid was in his car? Something stirred in Manny.
Sophie bounced, pretending to drive. Who needed stupid fairground cars anyway?
Manny slowly sat up.
Filled with sparkling daydreams, Sophie accelerated into the unknown.




I hope you enjoyed my story and I look forward to reading your comments. 

If you wish to read more Friday Fictioneers stories, you can find them listed HERE


If you'd like to join in the challenge, you'll find the all information posted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields 
- her blog is listed on 'My Blog List' on the right hand side of this page.



Wednesday, 10 January 2018

BITER BIT - 100 Words

As soon as I saw the photo prompt for this week's Friday Fictioneers 100 word challenge I thought of the famous quote:

'Oh what a tangled web we weave, When first we practise to deceive'.

This story is adapted from a true experience in Namibia. 


PHOTO PROMPT © Victor and Sarah Potter


BITER BIT

The gorge was flanked by cliffs layered like flaky pastry. I lifted my camera.
'I'll stand here, for perspective, Katy.' Ben posed. 
He looked magnificent. Although I’d cut my throat before I told the vain git.
Further along we found a snake curled asleep.
'Wow! Take our picture.' Ben stepped forwards, turned and posed.
The snake slid away.
'Uh, Ben? Don’t move. It’s a cobra.'
Ben froze. 'You kidding?'
'No, mate. Hold still. Movement might trigger a strike.'
Gleefully I photographed Ben’s beautiful, terrified face.
His expression changed. 'Uh, Katy? There's another one right behind you.'



I hope you enjoyed my story and I look forward to reading your comments. 

If you wish to read more Friday Fictioneers stories, you can find them listed HERE


If you'd like to join in the challenge, you'll find the all information posted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields 
- her blog is listed on 'My Blog List' on the right hand side of this page



Wednesday, 13 December 2017

LEANING ON A LAMP-POST - 100 word story

As soon as I saw this photo prompt for the Friday Fictioneers I thought about the George Formby song: I'm Leaning on a Lamp-post, which made me start to think...

Do let me know if you enjoy the resulting story.


Photo Prompt: Sandra Crook



LEANING ON A LAMP-POST

Eddie leant on the lamp-post opposite the park bench so that he’d see her passing by. If she was unattractive he'd ditch his rose and skedaddle.
A beautiful woman sashayed towards the bench. She was carrying a matching rose. Eddie's heart leapt. Should he wave?
He looked down, controlled a giggle and swiped his sweaty palms on his thighs. Be cool and sophisticated. Let her do the work. He took a breath, composed the sexy smile he’d been practising and looked up. 
Her rose lay abandoned on the bench.
Incredulous, Eddie smoothed his comb-over as he watched her retreating back.



I hope you enjoyed my story and look forward to reading your comments.

If you wish to read more Friday Fictioneers stories you can find them listed HERE


If you wish to join in you'll find the all information posted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields 
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Wednesday, 6 December 2017

LAST LAUGH - A 100 word story

The Friday Fictioneers photo prompt this week made me think about the potential dangers of ice in all its forms.




PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson




LAST LAUGH


The glacier oozed like discoloured toothpaste from mountains topped with snow like crumpled bedlinen.
With Andy droning on about “moraines”, we climbed up beside the glacier before stepping onto the jagged ice. 'Glacier formation is fascinating.'
'Yeah.' I yawned.
Andy found a minty-blue ice cave. 'Come and look at these stalactites.'
'They're icicles, not stalactites. And I'm not entering a cave that could collapse without warning.'
'You think icicles are dangerous?' Sarcasm splintered his laugh.
With an ear-shattering boom ice pinnacles lifted and toppled.
Andy squealed and leapt clear as the glacier swallowed the cave.
I returned his sarcastic laugh.



I hope you enjoyed my story and look forward to reading your comments.

If you wish to read more Friday Fictioneers stories you can find them listed HERE

If you wish to join in you'll find the all information posted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields 
- her blog is listed on 'My Blog List' on the right hand side of this page