Tag Archives: Friday Fictioneer

Research Journal, Last Page

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PHOTO PROMPT© CEAyr

Aug 5 – Doing field test we have determined that the specimen is not terrestrial in origin.  It does not belong to any class of Meteorite that we have studied.  I believe it is not of our solar system.

Aug 6 – Very complex molecules have been discovered on the specimen.

Aug 7 – Dr. Chen claims there is an alien life form present.

Aug 8 – Dr. Chen and 3 grad students missing.

Aug 11 – Chen was right.  I am alone.

Aug 13 – Dr. C. and the others returned.  No ideas.

Aug 14 – The planet’s dominant lifeform has been studied.  Assimilation has begun.

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Word count = 100

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

Fresh Flowers

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PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

“What’s wrong, Dad?” Abby asked.

“Your mother put fresh flowers on the table every morning for 60 years.”

“This is for the best.  We have plenty of room.  No worries.”

“I know.  This house is just so full of her.  I can imagine her going to the garden and selecting exactly the right flowers for the day’s mood.”

“The truck will be here in a second.”

“I feel like I’m leaving her.  And part of me with her.”

“I know.”

Abby stopped and stared.  Nobody had been in or out, yet a vase of fresh flowers graced the kitchen table.

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Your Call Cannot Be Completed – Friday Fictioneers

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PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll

“Oh My God!  Look at that!  Is this the Land that Time Forgot?”

“What is it?”

“An old payphone.  Back in the Dark Ages people actually paid money to make calls on those monstrosities.”

“No!  Really?”

“Yeah.”

“Sure, smarty.  Have you ever seen one before?”

“No, but my parents talk about them.  My mom even gets nostalgic about them.”

“Ha!  I bet she walked five miles to school each day.  In the snow.  Uphill. Both ways.”

“That’s her.  I’ll call her and send a photo.”

“Good idea.”

“Hey, I don’t have a signal!”

“Me either.”

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Autonomous

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PHOTO PROMPT © Kent Bonham

A car pulled up behind me as I was stopped at a traffic light.  I didn’t often see a VW, so I studied it in my mirror.  To my shock, there was no driver.  When the light turned, it started off, just like normal.

Hitting a busy area, the car accelerated, moving into the oncoming traffic.

Thinking only by reflex, I rammed into the car as it passed.  The impact pushed me into a parked car and my world went black.

I was later told that if I hadn’t stopped it, the autonomous self-driven car-bomb would have killed dozens.

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Ancient Magic

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PHOTO PROMPT © Janet Webb

I had collected it all, quicksilver lightning captured in a jar and a candle made of the wax from Cleopatra’s bees.  Only the purest color yellow distilled from the sunlight in my window would do.  The bit of our star must illuminate a painting representing my heart’s desire.

“Why don’t you do it the old-fashioned way?”

I jumped.  I hadn’t heard Mom come in.

“What?”

“Just talk to her.  Girls like that, you know.”

“But Mom, the ancient magic spell will ensure it.”

“I’m sorry, the magic she used is much older than that.”  Mom winked.

I’ll never understand girls.

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Word count = 100

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

Efficiency – Friday Fictioneers

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PHOTO PROMPT © Claire Sheldon

I had been doing it for twenty-five years and was an expert.  File comes in, take the staple out, highlight the pertinent data, send it to the accountant.  I no longer answered phones.  The accountants liked to do it themselves.  They’ve done their own typing since the late 1990s.  With the new tools, it was more efficient.

The boss came in, fumbled with my stuffed toys and accidentally spilled the cup full of used staples.

“I’m sorry Sue,” he finally said.  “The new system is set up and everything is 100% electronic.”

“I’m so efficient, though.”

“Not to a computer.”

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My Two Cents

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PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz

It was raining, like all of the tears at all of the funerals in the world.  I wouldn’t have minded, but the queue was long.  Not that I worried about getting aboard, of course not, but I was miserable waiting.

Finally, I was there.  Those in front of me just walked on board when their turn came, but I stopped and looked at the ticket taker.  I held out my hand and his eyes sparkled.  I dropped the two pennies into his waiting palm.  The coins turned to gold.  I knew my afterlife would be good.

Always pay the ferryman.

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Word count = 100

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

I clicked “Publish on my last story and almost instantly regretted it.  I had a new idea, a much better (in my mind) idea.  I had to write this.  I hope you don’t mind that I double-dipped this week.

The Last Ferry

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PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz

Sean looked over his shoulder.

Just behind them, the soldiers pushed back the wet and wary crowds.  The wall was near and closing, causing a panic.

“Are we going to make it?” Jasmine asked.

Before he could answer, a guard waved them through.

They’d get on, but it would be tight.

The car parked, Sean and Jasmine went to the observation deck.  They heard guns firing, then yelling.  The guards had been overrun.  People were racing to the ferry.

The mighty ship lurched forward violently.

Sean looked out, watching in horror as the flames ate all.

They had made it.

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Word count = 100

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

Moonlight Palms

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PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

The tranquil night was shattered by the screams.  The guests awoke to darkness, a clue that the electricity to the resort was cut.

Flashlights came on, emergency vehicles crowded the streets.  The search was on.  A hint of terror could kill the tourist trade.

I slunk between darkened buildings, staying out of the light.  If I could make it to morning, it would be fine.  At least for me.

I knew what they’d find.  I knew the horror of the mutilated bodies.  But I couldn’t shed a tear.  Not until the full moon set and I was back to normal.

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