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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.

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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 © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.  Read more or join in by following the InLinkz “linky“.

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A Basket Full of Photos and Instagram

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PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz

“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.

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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 © Ted Strutz.  Read more or join in by following the InLinkz “linky“.

The Park…

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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.

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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 © Dale Rogerson.  Read more or join in by following the InLinkz “linky“.

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

1975 vs 2019

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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.

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“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.”

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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 © Na’ama Yehuda.  Read more or join in by following the InLinkz “linky“.

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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

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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.

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

The Lull Before

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PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll

It was empty, the normal hustle and bustle come to an end. Strainers and sifters hung in their silent testimony of the last meal served. Left as was.

The world was still, the buildings held their breath.

And then a whistle. A dull thud. Dust and plaster fell from the ceiling.

Another thud and the skylight blew out, filling the room with millions of glass shards.

The antiaircraft fire was as useless as a gnat against a bear.

But it didn’t matter.

The people had long left their homes to try to find life in the harsh, cruel world beyond.

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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 ©J Hardy Carroll.  Read more or join in by following the InLinkz “linky“.

The Mysterious Guest

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PHOTO PROMPT © CEAyr

Mrs. Hall entered the guest room. Susan was correct, the place was a pigsty.

Mrs. Hall hadn’t seen the guest, Griffin, in days.  Griffin was the most exasperating of men!  He could be kind, when it suited him. But he was much more wont to violence.

She thought he was at least tidy. Until now. The room was strewn with discarded clothing and medical bandages.  There were piles of books, some open. Her books!

Henry James’ latest, The Ambassadors, was open, its spine creased. Livid, Mrs. Hall grabbed it.

“Please put the book down, Mrs. Hall,” Griffin, the invisible man, said.

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OK, it looked like those reading glasses were floating in front of the book, which I think is The Ambassadors.  The problem, of course, is that The Invisible Man was published a half a dozen years before The Ambassadors.  Oh well, maybe Griffin was still around in 1903. Of course, since H. G. Wells is involved, maybe he used the Time Machine ;)

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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 © CEAyr.  Read more or join in by following the InLinkz “linky“.

Poised #writephoto

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Photo by Sue Vincent

What was that, an elf, a dwarf, a gnome?  A half-guessed figure half-seen through a tunnel of rock. An endless stairway that could be descending from Rivendell, Lothlórien or perhaps escaping from the lands of Mordor to green Ithilien beyond. Where will this creature lead me?  Where will I go today?  I hurry, for he is fleet.

Or is it “she”?

I take up my pen and paper, poised to venture out into a new world of imagination, smile, and start the flow of words to take me to those stairs, to see that figure to know the adventure beyond.

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A little different today – a story about creating a story :)

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Written for Sue Vincent‘s #writephoto challenge.  This weeks challenge, “poised”, is here.

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PHOTO PROMPT © Penny Gadd

To Headquarters:

We have infiltrated the subject’s room.  Subject is a child of the dominant species.  If we can get a spore into its ear, we should be able to enter the brain and take over the subject’s thoughts.  We can then use the subject to destroy this invasive species.

The subject just entered room with a small mammal called a “cat”.  We will wait until it sleeps.

The subject left but the small mammal remains.

The “cat” is approaching.

What is it doing?

Hey, get out of here! Scat!

Yuck, that is disgusting!

Headquarters, requesting reassignment to the Amazon.

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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 © Penny Gadd.  Read more or join in by following the InLinkz “linky“.

The View from 35,000 Feet

PHOTO PROMPT © Linda Kreger

Marge watched Dave as he watched the US slip by.

Tammy had died instantly and Bill left in a wheelchair.  The gang gathered from the corners of the globe to pay their respects.

Just the gang sat with Bill after the wake, not speaking a word.

But Dave brought up camping in Oregon.

“Tammy helped me when I fell.  She said she will always have my back.”

Everyone nodded.

“Let’s go for a walk.”

Marge smiled at the memory, a tear in her eye.

How they had laughed as they showed Bill they still had his, and each other’s, back!

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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 © Linda Kreger.  Read more or join in by following the InLinkz “linky“.