Tête-à-Tête

Posted on October 29, 2014 by hafong

It’s not quite Friday but it’s close enough for me. I’ve missed Friday Fictioneers for the last few weeks. I miss the telling of a story in 100 words. Once again, let me thank Rochelle Wisoff-Fields of Addicted to Purple for hosting us. I hope I haven’t lost my words somewhere in the vineyards of France.

PHOTO PROMPT-Copyright-Melanie Greenwood

How dare you!” Alice huffed. She stood, pushing back her chair. Hands on hips, she glared down at the young woman.

Her eyes were met with cold stony blankness. She knew by the proud tilt of the head that she had gotten nowhere. She accepted the obvious. She was tired of it all.

Alice sighed heavily. She put the chair back neatly under the table. The young woman made no move. The tears were gone. Her face was smooth and calm like marble.

C’est la vie. Alice thought to herself. It was time to stop the words and just live.

TRAPPED!

Posted on September 19, 2014 by hafong

It is Friday. Once again it is time for Friday Fictioneers and our tales from our imaginations. We are hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields of Addicted to Purple. Here is my story this week of 100 words.

Photo prompt – Copyright – Dawn Q. Landau

She felt the world on her back, pushing her forward. Head down, stooping over, she trudged one step at a time. Her shoes felt like lead. She was trapped by an invisible wall.

She dared not go too fast, lest she overstepped her boundaries. One wrong move in any direction could end it all. She spun around in her tracks, looking for an escape route.

The wind blew the skirt around her legs. She tugged the hat down on her head, clutching the heavy hammer with her other hand.

“Help.” She whimpered. Silence rebounded.

“Help!” She screamed into the void.

ALICE THROUGH THE LOOKING GLASS

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Posted on September 11, 2014 by hafong

It’s not quite the bewitching hour yet but close enough for Friday Fictioneers and their stories. We are hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. We are both addicted to purple. Here is my short and not so tall tale of 100 words. … Continue reading →

BOBBY SINGS THE BLUES

Posted on September 3, 2014 by hafong

It’s not quite Friday but it’s close enough to tell my story of 100 words on Friday Fictioneers. Our genteel host is Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. We are both addicted to purple. My story is inspired by Miss Janis Joplin’s singing the blues.

“Freedom is just another word for nothing left to lose”

I just love her cackle at the end of the song, don’t you?

PHOTO PROMPT -Copyright – Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

The fire roared in her belly. She felt the heat rising to her chest, up her throat into her mouth. She breathed out and saw the white cloud billowing into the cool air.

She sighed, releasing more steam into the night. Collapsing against the wall, her breath was jagged and painful. Her heart pounded. She heard its echo in the silence.

Not much longer! She muttered under her breath. Not much longer! I WILL be free.

The pain stabbed her heart like a bolt of lightning. She clutched and clawed at it, falling to the ground. The flames claimed her.

FROM THE BELLY

Posted on August 29, 2014 by hafong

Once again it is Friday and time for story telling in 100 or so words by Friday Fictioneers. It is hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. I am screaming and howling out my tall tale of 100 words. Do you know how stress relieving that can be? Try it for yourself and see. I tell no lies – no much.

PHOTO PROMPT – Copyright – Madison Woods

Sarah ran, holding her swollen belly with both her hands. Stumbling over brambles and tree roots, she finally stopped and leaned against a tree trunk.

Catching her breath, she sat down on the moss in between the tree’s roots. She felt a kick in her stomach. She smoothed her hands over it. They came away with wetness. She lifted her skirt. Her scream rang out in the still air. Biting her lips, she silenced herself.

She closed and opened her eyes. A giant slimy yellowish brown worm was oozing from her belly button. She howled, wishing this was a nightmare.

RUNNING AS FAST AS I CAN

Posted on August 21, 2014 by hafong

It’s almost Friday again and time for Friday Fictioneers and my tall tale of 100 words. My story is inspired by Stephen King’s Lawnmower Man. Our gracious host is Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. I hope to be able to read some of the others’ stories this time as will be heading out on Saturday again. Hoping to get a laptop or more data on my iPhone. I know I got too many She did this….but I’m squished for time. Critiques welcome. 🙂

PHOTO PROMPT -Copyright-Roger Bultot

She ran as fast as she could. She knew it was bearing down on her, nipping at her heels. She felt its hot breath like gasoline flames licking on her legs.

She dared to glance quickly behind her. She screamed.

It’s mouth was opened in a a grotesque grin. Slimy green algae oozed between its giant razor-sharp jagged teeth. Its eyes were glazed over like curds on a saucer of sour milk.

She almost fainted with fright. Taking a deep breath, she gathered her strength. She put her head down and pummelled down the dirt path.

Almost home. Please God……

QUILL OF MY HEART

Posted on August 14, 2014 by hafong

It’s not quite Friday, but nevertheless, it’s fiction time on Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle Wisoof-Fields. Here are my 100 words. We will be heading out of town again. Don’t know if I will have time or be able to access Internet.

PHOTO PROMPT -Copyright – Jan Wayne Fields

I’m missing my words these days so let me pick up my quill before we have to head out to the country again. I sorely miss the musing of my heart.

There will be no time for me to indulge in my fantasies there. The men will be out with the hounds chasing those poor creatures. I’m expected to be along side, cheering him on.

“Drat! What egos they have. I would rather sit here and scribble away. Two more chapters and I will be done.”

I settled into the comfort of my chair, picked up my quill and began.

DEATH BY CHOPSTICKS

Posted on July 25, 2014 by hafong

FRIDAY FICTIONEERS

It’s Friday and time for fiction of 100 words, hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.

PHOTO PROMPT Copyright – Marie Gail Stratford

Fred’s tray was full – a Double Big Mac, Chicken Nuggets, double fries, a large root beer. and a free Premium salad with a coupon. What a yummy deal of a meal! He can’t wait to bite into it.

Mmmmm! Looks good, taste great. What’s this nonsense about McDonald’s meat not fit for humans? Who is Chef Jamie Oliver? He should mind his own business.

That kid better stop pounding on that toy piano. Annoyed, he muttered, “Chopsticks! I’ll chop…”

He stopped mid sentence, sweat breaking over his blue face, eyes glazing over while the tinny strain of Chopsticks played on.

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CORNERED

Posted on July 18, 2014 by hafong

It’s Friday and time for fiction of 100 words, hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Photo prompt -copyright-adam-ickes

He advanced towards her, his face shiny with perspiration. Her breath caught in her throat as she backed up against the wall, with nowhere else to go. She clutched the front of her uniform.

“Why were you gossiping about me?” He demanded. She smelled his rancid breath and wrinkled her nose.

” I d-did no such thing!” She stammered.

“My friend overheard a housekeeping staff talking about me to someone at Walmart. Nobody knows about it besides you.”

She felt like a cornered animal, her face shiny and sweaty as his. She scanned her mind quickly, coming up with an answer.