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Haven – #writephoto

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Photo by Sue Vincent

Another perfect day, one of the few days when I am spared slave labor in the Uranium mines on Pluto, and it was ruined.

“Are you just going to waste your entire day rotting your brain on Saturday morning cartoons?” Queen Shimá asked.  She stood in the portal, her hands on her hips.  “You need to do something, not just sit like a plotted plant.”

“But Mom,” I said, “’Creepy Critter’s Criminal Capers’ is my favorite!”

“It’s a sunny day out there. Go play outside.”

“It must be fifty below.  I’ll freeze my boy parts off.”

“Don’t you talk to me like that, young man.”

“But Mom!”

“Aren’t any of your friends around?” Continue reading

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Luna – #writephoto

Photo by Sue Vincent

“Their signal was lost.”

“What?”  The ringing of my phone had woken me from a deep sleep and my head was still foggy.

“Sorry, ma’am.  The signal was lost, all telemetry data gone.”

I still couldn’t register what was happening.  Zoe?  How could this be?

“Did they crash?  Impact on landing or…?”  I glanced at the clock.  It was 4 AM.  They weren’t supposed to be on the surface for two more hours.  I had planned on being up and observing in real time.  Well, real time minus the second and a half delay as the signal crawled across the 385,000 km.

“No.  The lander had separated from the station as scheduled.  The trajectory was fine and they had plenty of altitude.  We can see it and cannot see signs of a hull breach or any signs of catastrophic event, but there is no signals of any type coming from the lander.”  It was a familiar male voice, but I still wasn’t sure of who I was talking to.

“When did this happen?”

“We lost the signal about a half an hour ago, Dr. Barnes.  We wanted to give them a chance to respond before we contacted you.”  Was it the Administrator of NASA? Continue reading

Eye – #writephoto

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Photo by Sue Vincent

“Why do I feel like I’m being watched?” Gordon asked.

The question was meant to be rhetorical, but Bud pointed across the still water and said, “There.”

“What?” Gordon tried to follow Bud’s finger.  All he saw was an old stone bridge.

“Can’t you see it?” Bud asked.  “The reflection of the arches looks like a set of eyes watching us.  You see it in your peripheral vision and…” He shrugged.

Gordon shook his head and got back to work.  Bud was a strange one, a bit of an anomaly.  Gordon smiled at himself.  “Anomaly” was just the type of word Bud would use.

Bud left as Gordon continued to dig.  Gordon knew what Bud was doing, so didn’t think anything of it.  This was a routine they’d done a thousand times before. Continue reading

A Priceless Collection

 

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PHOTO PROMPT © Sarah Ann Hall

“What are these?” I asked.

“To woo me, Mr. Kitchner would send flowers.  In turn, I would tell him that I didn’t have a proper vase.  Each week he would first send a vase and then send the flowers.  Both flowers and vases got richer and richer, but I still didn’t display them.

“One week I received nothing.  He stopped by later, asked if I would walk in the park with him. We talked, and he later picked one wildflower.”

She smiled at the painting of her late husband.

“These are the ‘no’s while he learned love has no price.”

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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 © Sarah Ann Hall.  Read more or join in by following the InLinkz “linky“.

The Display

“Wow, look at that Halloween display!  isn’t it great?”

“It looks pretty creepy to me.  Brrr… so realistic.  Almost too realistic.”

“Haha, I know.  I mean, just looking at it I can imagine the smell of decay.”

“Yuck.  That smell is real.  Are you sure they didn’t put some rotting meat back there to add that touch?”

“I’ll go find out.”

“Jim Schudel, you get back here!  Don’t you go nosing around in someone’s Halloween display!”

“Oh, come on.  There’s nothing to worry about.”

“No, you get back here, now.  Jim?  Jim?  Stop playing games.  Get back here now!.  Jim, this isn’t funny….”


“Wow, look at that Halloween display!  It is so realistic.  The bodies…”

“Oh man, it is too realistic, I’m getting nauseous.”

“Oh, come on, it’s just a display.  Hey, that looks just like Jim Schudel.  Oh, the body is over there, and it’s wearing exactly what he had on earlier today.  I mean, how creepy can you get?”

“I don’t like this.  Let’s go.”

“No, I want to go over and see how they made Jim’s head so realistic.”

“No Aaron, don’t.  Please.  Aaron, get back here.  Aaron?  Aaron?  OK, this isn’t funny, Aaron.  Where did you go?  Come out here, now!”

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Another little bit of Halloween madness ;)

The Battle of Halloween

 

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PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

“There’s a war between the witches and wizards today!”

“Sure there is, Tommy.  What is it, too close to Halloween or too much Harry Potter?”

“But look at the sky!”

“I am, and a beautiful sunset it is.”

Mom just didn’t understand.

The sky blazed in glorious black and orange, as the powers silently battled in the clouds.  Tommy watched as the cloud witch on her broomstick with her pointy cap battled the glowing beak-nosed cloud wizard. The wizard’s mouth was wide open, no doubt screaming a spell at the witch.

Tommy knew it would be the best Halloween ever.

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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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