SHE – Friday Fictioneers

Welcome to Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle. If you fancy having a go, check out the prompt and write a story approximately 100 words long and post.

If you want to see more of the stories for this weeks pic, follow the blue frog. Good luck 🙂

PHOTO PROMPT -© Madison Woods

PHOTO PROMPT -© Madison Woods

SHE

Clawing at the darkness, branches reached upward like outstretched fingers, grasping, wanting.

She watched.

Rustling disturbed a nearby bush. A flash of red fur disappeared into the undergrowth, desperate not to be seen.

She waited.

A warm breeze rippled her nightdress, passing shadows across the silk. The scent of coconut oil from her skin drifted on the night air.

She remembered.

The heat from his breath. The pressure as his hands closed around her throat. She tried to pull him away.

She struggled.

Her voice faltered as she tried to call out. No-one would hear her out here.

She drifted.

100 words. 

The Shelf – Friday Fictioneers

It’s time for Friday Fictioneers, and this week we have a great photo prompt from Rochelle.

If you fancy having a go, take a look at the prompt, come up with a story approx 100 words in length and post it up.

I hope you enjoy mine, thanks for reading 🙂

PHOTO PROMPT © G.L. MacMillan.

The Shelf

‘You understand the conditions?’ He handed her the bottle. His knuckles jutting out like knots on a tree.

Julie nodded ‘He’ll get his in return?’

‘I’m a man of my word,’ he hissed.

Julie took a deep breath and recited the incantation.

‘Take my dreams, what lies ahead,

take my hopes for his instead.’

Gold mist filled the bottle and a heavy weight settled in the pit of her stomach.

The man placed it on a shelf alongside hundreds of others – all glowing with their own ethereal substance.

He handed her a green one and smiled. ‘I hope he’s worth it.’

101 words

Out of the Shadows – Friday Fictioneers

It’s that time again folks! Friday Fictioneers is here, hosted by the lovely Rochelle. All you need is the photo prompt and 100 words of your very own 🙂

This weeks was a great one, thanks to Sandra Crook.

I hope you enjoy my contribution 🙂

Out of the Shadows

Heat rose from the sun-baked cobbles. It was nearly noon and I retreated under the arches.

An old man panted past me. His bicycle wheezed as the wheel squeaked, every fifth of the way round. Sweat covered his skin as if he’d been dipped in oil.

I didn’t want him. Too old – too gamey.

Then I saw them.

Lovers, on their way to the Museum of Arts, I expect. I stepped out from my hiding place exposing my white hot incisors.

They gasped.

‘You didn’t believe we only came out at night did you?’  I smiled. ‘Silly children.’

98 words