Tag Archives: Friday Fictioneer

What the Old Oak Knew

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PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook

It was an idyllic location, in a remote valley surrounded by Vermont’s Green Mountains.  The village was the type of place that tourists love to photograph, recalling “yesteryear’s New England”.

There was only one road in, and it was washed out by Irene in 2011.  The town asked for the bridge to not be repaired.

I walked down the empty street and stopped at a large structure surrounded by picnic tables.

I heard that all meals where communal events.

What happened during that last meal on the day the Preacher said the world would end?

Only the old oak knew.

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Friday the 13th – Friday Fictoneers Edition

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PHOTO POMPT © Douglas M. MacIlroy

“I’m not superstitious,” Betty said.

When she was a child, her great-grandmother used to say that that world of the living and the dead drew together as Halloween approached.  She never believed it.

There was another loud “thump” followed by the strange voice.

And Friday the 13th?  Just the start to another autumn weekend.

More sounds.

Greg should have been home long ago.   Where was he?

A blood curdling scream came from the garage as Greg pulled in.  Then silence.

After a minute, she braved the garage.

“Look what I caught,” Greg said, holding a feathered object.  “A myna bird.”

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Heading for Warmer Waters

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PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz

The tourist season’s almost over

A-yep.

I’m planning on harboring The Bangor for the winter after the holiday weekend.

You usually do.

A-yep.

Something on your mind?

She’s as slow as molasses on a winter’s morning and has never done a long trip.

She’s an island girl, not an ocean liner.

A-yep.  But I was still thinking of taking her south for the winter.

A Caribbean cruise on a Maine ferryboat?

I heard they could use some help down there.

How long would it take to get passengers from San Juan to Miami?

Not sure, but fixing to find out.

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A Dare

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PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll

The town is full of mill buildings, some going back 200 years.  Most have been converted to modern uses, like boutique shops, apartments or small businesses.

And then there is the Sturgess factory.

I’m sure you’ve heard the stories.  The original building, a cotton mill, burned to the ground with 75 workers, all girls between 14 and 25, locked inside.  A garment factory grew on the site, but it was converted to chemicals.  It killed the river and most of the workers.

They say nobody living has been inside.

So, what do you say, join me exploring it on Halloween? Continue reading

I’ll Be Right Back

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PHOTO PROMPT © Sarah Potter

The story about Great-grandfather’s shoes again?  I guess it’s appropriate tonight, since it’s been exactly 50 years to the day.

Great-grandfather was a bit eccentric, saying “spacemen” were spying on him.  A guy from the government stopped by, and left laughing.

One evening there was a knock on the door.  When Great-grandfather answered it, a burst of light filled the house.  All that remained of Great-grandfather were his charred shoes.

Before they took Grandfather away, he constantly said the “spacemen” would be back in 50 years.

Hmm, who could be at the door at this hour?  I’ll be right back…

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Desolation

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PHOTO PROMPT © Danny Bowman

Desolate.  Barren.  Miles of nothing.  Only the hardiest plants survive in the desert, and even those were dying in the drought.

“Why the long face?” Mother asked.  “Oh, by the way, Shelly left you a note.”

There were tire tracks in the boundless lands!  Rain bearing clouds.   Was there hope?

“I just wanted to tell you never to talk to me again!  Don’t even look at me!  I’m sending this note so I don’t have to pollute my air with your presence.”

The tire tracks were gone.  The clouds brought only ground burning lightning, not rain.  The desert stretched forever. Continue reading

Glow of the Evening

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PHOTO PROMPT © Danny Bowman

We walked up the never-healed wound of a 19th century wagon trail.  This was forgotten land, rarely trodden in modern days, awash in legend.  But there were rumors.

“I  see no signs that anybody has been this way in decades,” I said, but my daughter, Jenna, grew more determined.

As the sun set, I could see the glow of the distant city on the horizon, a warning to all.

Nearer at hand, though, was the unmistakable landbound stars of campfires.

Jenna pointed.  “There is yet life here.”

I nodded.  The deepest desert had to be better than the radioactive cities.

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Ruins

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bulltot

“I love ruins!”

“I know.  I think we spent a century in the Roman Forum one afternoon.”

“Come on, you have to admit there’s something romantic about them.”

“We don’t spend time looking at corpses of people, so why buildings?  I like structures that are still in use.”

“Who wanted to spend all afternoon with the mummies at the museum?”

“That’s different!”

“Just think, people lived their lives here.  You can close your eyes and almost imagine it.”

“Brrr, I can.  Such a barbaric time!”

“Yep, which is why I love these early 21st century ruins the best of all.”

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Away from it All

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PHOTO PROMPT© Jan Wayne Fields

I left the campsite and headed in what I thought of as “East”.  It didn’t make any difference what I called it.  I might as well have named the direction “Blue” or “Martha”.

All I could see was nothing.  It wasn’t featureless, it just “wasn’t”.   My feet were stopped by what I supposed was the ground, but there was nothing visual to give any indication that anything was there.

After a few minutes, I saw a glow.  I rushed towards it and found myself back at the campsite.  Again.

Why did I ever wish to get away from it all?

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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

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