All The Way – Friday Fictioneers

Alas, I’m not dead!

I have not been taken by those pesky aliens or indeed as some rumours claim, eaten myself to death via chocolate cake.

I have, however, been wading through the paperwork that is new school admissions, amidst bathroom remodelling and attempting to make the house look less like we’ve been robbed.

So with the first moments to myself in weeks, I’ve barricaded myself in the office, disguised myself as someone who actually completes things and wrote.

I hope you enjoy my latest entry for Friday Fictioneers run by the lovely Rochelle. But if not, it isn’t my fault, my muse got lost in the clutter 🙂

PHOTO PROMPT – © Kent Bonham

 

All The Way

‘You’re sure this’ll work?’

‘Of course,’ he said, pulling the syringe out of her arm.

‘What about side effects?’

He shook his head. ‘She won’t even know she was here.’

Evan watched as they inserted the chip into Anna’s neck. The cut was so small even he would’ve been hard pressed to find it again.

A wave of relief washed through his body as they made the final adjustments.

No more running.

They handed him the device. Numbers flashed up on the screen showing him her exact location.

He smiled. Now he’d always know right where she was…forever.

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Selkie – Friday Fictioneers

It’s that time again, and here is my contribution to Friday Fictioneers. If you’d like to take part please see Rochelle’s page and she’ll show you what to do 🙂

Thanks for today’s photo prompt from Douglas M. MacIlroy I love this picture!

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Selkie

The animal rose upward. Pointed teeth glistened in the late afternoon sun.

Tilly gasped and reached out.

‘Careful,’ said the old woman. ‘If you touch one, you’ll never be the same.’

Tilly frowned. ‘It’s only a statue.’

The woman smiled. ‘Legend says they’re the guardians of the water.’ She pointed to Loch Lomond, shining sapphire in the distance. ‘They swim during the night, returning to human form during the day.’

‘It’s just a story,’ said Tilly. She touched its metal head.  

The woman got back to her feet and patted Tilly on the shoulder.

‘Yes it is,’ she said.

100 Words

Friday Fictioneers – Liberty

Howdy!

Apologies for the long absence. I’ve been battling through various family illnesses, bedroom clear-outs and general inertia (wipes drool from face).

But I’m back and hopefully will be for some time. (Although cannot rule out potential alien abduction, but don’t worry I have my tin foil hat on).

So here is my latest contribution to Friday Fictioneers photo prompt, provided by the lovely Rochelle (please see page here if you want to have a go). I hope you like it 🙂

Thank you to Santoshwriter for the pic.

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LIBERTY

The plant was so innocent looking with its slender green leaves and deep purple flowers. Who could’ve guessed it was so potent, so deadly?

Sinnai’s pale hands, stained from the juice, lifted the bowl up to her lips.

She drank.

Sweet liquid flowed down her throat and she shivered. Soon they would know. Soon they’d be sorry. But by then it would be too late.

Pain ripped through her body. She fell to the ground, the scent of damp moss and violets fading.

When she woke, a pair of tiny wings lay on the earth behind her.

She was free.

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The one left behind – Friday Fictioneers

Due to unforseen events I was unable to join in last weeks Friday Fictioneers and I’ve been itching to get back to it since. So here’s my contribution to this weeks photo prompt. I hope you like it 🙂

If you’d like to have a go, visit Rochelle’s page to see the prompt and write whatever comes to mind in no more than 100 words. Good Luck!

Ice crusted over the lense. Scrib chiselled at it, then wiped it away.

Silvery light hit the ground, shimmering like water. He warmed his hands and made his way to the next one.

After the great flood, everyone had left.

Everyone but Scrib.

He stayed to man the laboratories – monitering the rate of melt. This was his home and he wasn’t about to abandon her now.

He trudged to the next lab. The crunch of his snow shoes echoed in this white wilderness.

They said they’d return when the ice melted.

They said.

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DESERTER – Friday Fictioneers Photo Prompt

It’s Fiction day and another great choice from Rochelle. If you fancy taking part, take a look at the prompt on Rochelles page and write anything that comes to mind in 100 words or less.

Here’s mine. Hope you like it!

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PHOTO PROMPT – © Jennifer Pendergast

‘You’re sure no-one will look here?’ Felicity’s forehead wrinkled and Shona reached out and squeezed her hand.

‘No-one uses this part of the railroad anymore…promise.’

They heaved the sack onto the dusty carriage floor and pushed it into the corner. Shona wiped her hands down her corduroys.

‘What do I say when Mother asks where he’s gone?’ Felicity touched the freshly bruised skin and winced.

Shona planted a gentle kiss on the wound and smiled – moonlight glittering in her dark eyes.

‘Tell her he ran off with a girl from the carnival. She’s always hated the carnival.’

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Safe House – Friday Fictioneers

It’s that time again, so here’s my contribution for this weeks prompt. If you fancy having a go at Friday Fictioneers pop over to Rochelle’s page and take a look. Good Luck 🙂

This weeks photo is courtesy of Lauren Moscato

Martina sat on an upturned bucket. Broken glass shone like tiny pools of water spilt across the floor.

Her kingfisher ornament lay on its side with its head missing. The last reminder of her Grandmother seven years gone.

Her eyes welled with fresh tears and she wiped at them with a rough woollen sleeve.

Paul walked in, flushed from the cold night air. He lay the mallet against the wall and took a seat next to her. Kissing her trembling hands, he gave them a reassuring squeeze.

‘Don’t worry. No one’s getting in here again. I promise’

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And the Music Played – Friday Fictioneers

Friday Fictioneers is a challenge to write a 100 word story from a picture prompt hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.

 

I climbed the steps of the old bandstand. Years of exposure had turned the brilliant white wood to grey.

‘Some say you can still hear the band play when one of their descendants is about to die,’ I said. ‘But its all rubbish.’

Mal laughed, leaning over the edge of the pier. ‘The music is just there to scare the tourists,’ he said.

I stared at him as a large ocean swell rose up behind him.

‘What music?’

 

Friday Fictioneers Photo Prompt!

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I studied my reflection in the murky water of the fountain. An unlined face gazed back at me like a stranger.

The breeze caressed my skin and I smiled. It’d been so long. Damp earth and decay seeped into my skin as I stretched out like a cat in the afternoon sun.

Her silent body lay next to me. Skin now ravaged by age she’d never experienced, scars she’d never earned. Silly girl. She’d had no idea about the book she was reading, or its power.

But now the world would know. They would pay for their disobedience.

98 Words

Friday Fictioneers is a challenge to write a 100 word story from a picture prompt hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.