Category Archives: Fiction

Short Fiction

The Calling #Writephoto

Photo by Sue Vincent

“Who’s there?”

William Smith opened the door a crack, letting the howling wind sweep through the small room carrying a drift of snow with it.

Only the storm answered with its continued roar, sometimes louder, sometimes softer.

William slammed the door shut. Snow settled around the room.

William started at the door a moment, shaking his head

There had been a knock and a voice calling his name. He heard it. It was real. He knew it wasn’t his imagination. Continue reading


The Day the Earth Stood Still

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

I stumbled out onto the street, still a bit blurry.

The sky was filled with glowing saucers. Invasion?

Not saucers, halos. Perhaps the dead have had their reward.

My eyes focus and I see the wires and the earthly electricity.

People pass like ghosts in the night, a trickle of humanity.

I walk into that stream, amongst those living ghosts.

The street is immaculately clean. Why had I wished for some random trash or rubbish piles?

The explosion had taken them unawares. They tell me she died instantly.

A little farther down infinity glows from the walls above a shop.


Word count = 100

Friday Fictioneers is hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.  This week’s prompt is here and uses a photo © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.  Read more or join in by following the InLinkz “linky“.

Books to This Point…


My time for writing and blogging disappeared half way through the week, but I wanted to do a post.  Hey, why don’t I talk about my books?! So here is a list of books with their blurbs in order of publication:

Seasons of Imagination

Trent P. McDonald’s Seasons of Imagination contains an eclectic mix of stories covering many places, times and even different genre, yet they all hold one thing in common, they are all about people.

Be they silly, serious or speculative, all of the stories are about us.  What makes us tick?  Why do we say the things we do?  Why do we react as we do?

So whether it seems the stories are exploring outer or inner space, in reality they’re always exploring the human space.

Here is an invitation to open the page and come with me to explore the
Seasons of Imagination Continue reading

A Basket Full of Photos and Instagram



“It’s hard to imagine that I may be reduced to a basket of photos.”

Ted stopped sorting books and looked at his sister, Bella.

“What photos? When we’re gone, our Instagram accounts will be deleted and that’s it. Poof!”

Bella picked up an ancient photo of a young woman, full of life and vigor.

What had those eyes seen? The photos meant nothing and didn’t tell.

They were Great-aunt Clara’s closest living relatives.

They’d each take some books and a few photos, then Clara would be gone.

Bella didn’t know her. Now she never would.

The tears were unlooked for.


Word count = 100

Friday Fictioneers is hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.  This week’s prompt is here and uses a photo © Ted Strutz.  Read more or join in by following the InLinkz “linky“.

Copper #writephoto


Photo by Sue Vincent

The doorframe splintered around me as soon as I walked outside. Bullet holes appeared on the siding of the house in front of me and behind me while I walked to the drive. I just wasn’t in the mood. I turned and gave the finger to the sniper on the Karlsberg’s roof.

“I saw that, young man.”

I turned and waved. “Hi, Mr. Smith. What did you see?”

“Don’t play with me, I saw you flip the bird. I’m not sure who you were giving that one finger salute to, but your parents will hear about it.”

I put on my best “I’m totally confused” face and turned around.

“There’s nobody around, so why would I flip anyone off?  Oh, I get it. I did a fist pump because of how beautiful the day is and how great it is to be out in it. Did you think I stuck my middle finger up when I did that? I’m sorry.”

Mr. Smith stared at me for a minute and then started to rake his leaves again. I could hear him grumbling to himself as I walked by. Continue reading

The Park…


PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

“Go home.”

The kid on the skateboard spat at Robert.

“I am, jerk.”

Robert found an out of the way spot to watch the basketball game. He hoped to play, but he knew the other kids didn’t want him.

“Roberto, Mama says it’s dinner time.”

He rolled his eyes at his sister. Why did she have to come?

“Roberto, your Mama is calling!” one of the kids jeered.

He stopped and looked at the chalk words, half English, half Spanish, scrawled on the pavement.

“Park es para all!”

Juan, his brother’s body was found the day after he wrote it.


Word count = 100

Friday Fictioneers is hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.  This week’s prompt is here and uses a photo © Dale Rogerson.  Read more or join in by following the InLinkz “linky“.


I’m sure the words are more French than Spanish, but they are what caught me eye…

Harbinger #writephoto


Photo by Sue Vincent

“From that we understand that every single particle in the entire Universe is in multiple states simultaneously,” Dr. Lavling said.

Meg was more than half bored. Why did she decided to sit in on this lecture?

“So you are saying that the entire Universe is like one giant ‘Schrödinger’s cat’ experiment?” a man up front asked. There was a small chuckle in the auditorium.

Dr. Lavling smiled.

“In ways. Remember that Schrödinger created his experiment to show that the consequences of quantum theory when applied to the macro world seemed ridiculous. But there are two different ways of looking at it. The first is that it is only the human mind that tells us that things need to be one way or the other. Why can’t the Universe be in some undefined, at least to us, state? But then, what about other Universes? When an observation is made, it collapses the probability wave and we observe what we call ‘reality’. But those other possibilities? Perhaps they continue to exist in a different ’Universe’. So at all points and at all time there is a possibility that the Universe is forking off to other Universes. The vast, vast majority of these Universes would instantly collapse back, but what if they didn’t?” Continue reading

1975 vs 2019


PHOTO PROMPT © Na’ama Yehuda

“Get a move on, we need to get there early.”

It was a 30-minute drive to the theater.

Although the movie had been there for two weeks, the line stretched around the corner.

“Ya got kids? You know you won’t make the 5:30 showing, don’cha?”

It started to rain.

The line started to move at 5:15. Would we make it?

The door closed just before we entered. At least we’d make the 8 PM showing.

It rained harder.


“Hey, the new movie is at the 25-screen-multiplex.”

“What and wait in line for 5 minutes? It’ll be streaming in a month.”


Word count = 100

Friday Fictioneers is hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.  This week’s prompt is here and uses a photo © Na’ama Yehuda.  Read more or join in by following the InLinkz “linky“.


Does anyone remember waiting in line, sometimes for hours, to see a hit movie like Jaws or Star Wars (The movie once known only as “Star Wars”, no other name or number needed)? Yeah, the good old days ;)

Early Man


It was a gorgeous day. The sky was that dark blue that is reserved for only the nicest of autumn days. A herd of deer foraged in the meadow overlooking the glacial stream. The clear water of the stream sparkled like diamonds in the warm sun. Birds flitted back and forth, from one shrub to the other. In the distance the dark green blur of the boreal forest could be made out in the distance.

How could anyone be unhappy on such a day?

But Dr. Stevens was unhappy; very unhappy.

“A few measly thousand years for the first ones to arrive from Asia, but I arrived early,” he muttered. “Too early. And…”

Through the voice of the rushing water and the singing of the birds Dr. Stevens heard and felt a deep rumble. He sighed and turned to look, knowing what he’d see.

The herd of mammoth were on the move again, once more trampling over the remains of his destroyed time machine.


I wanted inspiration for a new story, so I picked an old drawing at random. Here it is :)

Murmur #writephoto


Photo by Sue Vincent

The people murmured as a new star appeared in the daylight sky. It grew brighter and larger. And grew. And grew.

Not a star, but a gargantuan ship from a people far away.

An alien invasion!

The monstrous craft descended, slowly growing larger, filling the sky. Lightning bolts of energy crackled from the underside, destroying all below. The sky glowed red and orange as the cities turned to a burning plasma! Continue reading