Friday Fictioneers for 8 February 2019

It has been a very long time since I’ve written for Friday Fictioneers.  After a three-year hiatus I find I miss the challenge and the fun of it.  The rust and dust on my writing faculties will only be removed with use.  So you will forgive my meager attempts as I begin again.

THE RULES ARE SIMPLE:

  • Write a complete story, beginning, middle and end, in 100 words or less.
  • Take time to proofread and edit.
  • Make every word count.
  • Include the photo prompt and Linkz on your page and link your story URL.
  • Read and comment.  Reciprocation is half the fun!

It’s not what you look at that matters it’s what you see.  ~ Henry David Thoreau

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PHOTO PROMPT © Anshu Bhojnagarwala

Fiction

Word count 100

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Needs Must

When science brought back the dinosaur they said it was miraculous.  When their novelty became very successful they panicked.  The carnivores quickly consumed the masses while herbivores worked on the plant life.  Eventually predator and prey leveled out leaving what was left of human life to fend for themselves.

During the day Nessa’s family stayed hidden with others in the library building. At night the elders tended the fire to keep predators at bay. However, fuel for fire was quickly being consumed.

“The Ingalls family burned cow chips.” Nessa offered.

“No cows!”  the elders chastised.

“Plenty of herbivores.” she countered.

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For some really great takes on the prompt, please click the little blue frog!

NOTE:  the Ingalls reference is from the book Little House on the Prairie by Laura Ingalls Wilder

 

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Friday Fictioneers: things unseen

Inspired by the latest prompt for Friday Fictioneers from Rochelle Wysoff-Fields of Addicted to Purple   I throw my hat into the ring and offer you my take on the prompt for this Friday, 4/22/2016.

barbed2bwire2bprompt1© Madison Wood

Things Unseen

Betty walked out in the cool of the morning and called to her horse.  Oddly he wasn’t there.  Scanning the pasture she spotted Jeb  and began her trek to him.  Calling out again she thought she heard him  groan.

The grass was very deep as she made her final approach and reaching out to stroke his nose she whispered,  “Well, Jeb what seems to be the problem this mornin’?”  Taking another step something snagged her pant leg and Jeb reared up. Betty sucked air as she felt the wire tighten; barbs pierced her jeans.

“This is gonna hurt.” she thought.

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Words:  100

For some really great takes on this weeks prompt please click the little blue frog below!

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Friday Fictioneers: dinner with friends

For Friday, March 11, 2016.   Yes,  it is very late this week, but does meet the deadline.  😉

Another winner of a prompt from our purveyor of perfect photo prompts – Rochelle Wisoff-Fields!  Thanks, Rochelle.  🙂

emmylgantPHOTO PROMPT – © Emmy L Gant

Dinner With Friends

Butchered and put into the freezer for keeping Harold consumed his parts bit by bit over the year. He searched the shops for just the right seasonings to prepare each bite. Deliciously braised, roasted, or stewed he prepared them with care, then invited friends and neighbors over to enjoy his lovely culinary delights.

After each feast he’d sneak the bones out in the dark of the night to dispose of them in public bins. Tonight’s deposit; two femurs.

Don’t you find it odd he did this?  Safe to bet, it kept the neighboring dogs from tipping them out to take home.

Words:  100

For some really great takes on the prompt just click the little blue frog below!

BlueFrog

Friday Fictioneers: batteries not required

Inspired by the latest prompt for Friday Fictioneers from Rochelle Wysoff-Fields of Addicted to Purple   I throw my hat into the ring and offer you my take on the prompt for 3/4/2016.

Batteries copyight-sean-fallonCopyright-Sean Fallon

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Batteries Not Required

It was with great alarm that Joan found her two-year old son, Bobby, chewing on a AAA alkaline battery. Snatching the dimpled and dripping form from his chubby little hand she yelled,

“NO! This is not candy!!”

Bobby burst into tears.

Examining him closely she saw no sign of irritation and checking the battery saw no signs of leakage. She immediately started storing them in a tightly sealed jar on the top shelf of the pantry.

She went apoplectic when, at age three, she found him atop the pantry ladder, jar in hand.

The pantry door is now locked.

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WORDS:  100

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Want to read some really great takes on this WEEK’s prompt?

Just click the little blue frog!

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