Friday Fictioneers – Date Night

Every week, Rochelle gives us a donated photo to use as a prompt to write a piece of fiction in around 100 words. If you want to have a go, then click on the Friday Fictioneers image, and if you want to read what others have written, then click on the blue frog image.

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Photo © Liz Young

 “Hey babyface, how ya doin’ t’day?

Look Army, I have told you before, I am not interested

Aww, g’won. A night out wi’ me is a step up from dese fools

I don’t care. You went for a drink with Dolly and no-one has seen her since

Don’ worry ’bout ‘er. She’s arahnd somewhere

Look, Army. I am going to use small words that you will understand

Aww, don’ be like dat

NO!

WHY?

Because your dates always disappear. Where’s Dolly? Tell me that.

Okay. Ah’ll tell ya. She went on ahead an’ had a beer an’ got smashed.

Friday Fictioneers -Everything Has A Price

Every week Rochelle gives us an image donated by one of the participants and we use that image as a prompt to write a piece of fiction in around 100 words.

If you want to have a go, then click on the Friday Fictioneers image, and if you want to read what others have written, then click on the blue frog image.

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“37”

What?

“£37,000 for the car”

Not a chance. Beryl is not for sale at any price. She was a gift when I was a child, and I am 73 now. There is no way I am going to part with her.”

“Everything has a price, even you and that car.”

Haha! Is that what you tell yourself every night before you go to bed? That you can buy absolutely anything?”

“Okay, let’s try £37 million”

Nope. And brandishing that gun won’t work either

*BANG*

“Heh. My car now.”

Welcome Mr Stewart. Please use voice recognition to start the engine.

 

Friday Fictioneers -One Step

Every week, Rochelle gives us a donated to use as a prompt to write a story in around 100 words. The challenge causes you to edit so you can keep within the 100-word limit. Not as easy as it sounds.

If you want to have a go, then click on the link below the frog, and if you want to read what others have written, then click on the frog first. All links open in new tabs.

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Rodrigo stood at the edge of the platform. He could not cope anymore. His family was abusive to him, and he had no friends left, so life was not worth living. There was no reason to go on. At least stepping in front of a train was going to be quick and would be over in a split second.

He closed his eyes and stepped forward, just as a hand grabbed him, stopping him. Opening his eyes, there was no one there. The train passed, and he saw what the thought were wings on the other platform before vanishing.

Friday Fictioneers – Deadly Diner

Every week Rochelle offers up a donated photo for us to use as a prompt in writing a story within the confines of 100 words. Not as easy as it sounds, but it gets you to look at how to shorten sentences and using one word instead of two.

If you want to have a go, then click on the image and if you want to read what others have written, then click on the blue image with the frog beneath it.

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Trev walked into the diner with trepidation. He knew the kind of place this was. He ordered his coffee and sniffed it for a hint of poison. There was no almond scent, so he took a taste, and finding it to his liking, he ordered a meal.

Looking around the room, he saw the man scowling in the corner looking around, fiddling with something in his pocket. A knife maybe? A gun? He swallowed hard and finished his food.

Walking out afterward, he looks straight at you, the reader, and says, “Well that was odd. No one died. Merry Christmas”