THE LAST BUS

Posted on October 23, 2015 by hafong

It is Friday again and time for Friday Fictioneers to tell their stories of 100 words or so. We are hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields of Addicted to Purple. This past week marks her third anniversay as host of this group of fictioneers. Thank you Rochelle for your dedication and hard work. And now, my 100 words inspired by this photo from Ron Pruitt.

The line inched slowly forward. She hoped there was room for her. She craned her neck to see ahead of her. Please! She whispered to herself. She shifted her weight to one crutch, then to the other.

It was hard, but she had to get away fast. She glanced furtively backwards. Someone tried to move in front of her. She quickly thrust her right crutch out.

“No, you don’t!” She cried out.

Finally she was there. She felt arms behind her. Good, someone was going to help her get on the bus. Then she heard his voice.

“No, you don’t!”

LIKE A CAROUSEL

Posted on October 8, 2015 by hafong

It is Thursday evening, not quite Friday but it is good enough to tell tales of 100 words on Friday Fictioneers. We are hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields of Addicted to Purple. Here’s my 100 words prompted by this week’s photo.

PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz

Her head was spinning like a carousel out of control. Her heart pounded. Lub dub! Lub dub! She crossed her arms across her chest as if to hold the sound in. She bent over, taking a deep breath.

Her head cleared. She sighed in relief. She could think again. She was tired of being down trodden, being at everyone’s beck and call, pleasing them, cheering them on. There was no time for herself. There was no her.

“I’m tired of it. Damn it all to hell!” She muttered. “I’ll have no more of it. I know what I will do.”

STAYING ALIVE

Posted on September 24, 2015 by hafong

I’ve been away too long, lost among overgrown untravelled paths this last while with no fiction in my mind nor fingertips. But I’ve found my way back to this favourite spot – Friday Fictioneers. It’s where storytellers gather to tell their tales of 100 words or so according to a photo prompt. We are hosted by our gracious host, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields of Addicted to Purple. Here is my tale of 99 words.

The glare of headlights nearly blinded her. She clung onto the steering wheel with all her might, willing the car to stay the course. Horns honked and blared. She willed herself not to scream. Everything was coming at her every which way. What kind of nightmare was she in? Was she sleeping or awake?

She remembers going down this road so many times. Oh, how she wishes she could forget. Memory lane is not what it is cracked up to be. Where’s the champagne and balloons? Where’s the laughter? Where’s John Travalta singing Staying Alive? Where’s……Oh my God, Nooo!

LET THERE BE LIGHT

Posted on June 17, 2015 by hafong

It is not quite Friday but close enough for Friday Fictioneers. We’re headed by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields of Addicted to Purple. We tell stories of 100 words or so – inspired from a photo prompt. Anyone can join in, if you’re so inclined. Here’s my 100 words this week.

PHOTO PROMPT – © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

She was momentarily blinded by the light. In that moment, a memory of another light flashed through her mind.

She was six years old again. Her mother was shaking her.

“Wake up, May! Wake up!”

She opened her eyes. A naked lightbulb dangled from the ceiling, its light blinding. May stared in awe and silence. She did not utter any words or questions but did as she was told.

They took a taxi from the hotel to the station and boarded the train to Hong Kong. She will always remember that day when she first saw electricity and her father.

THE MONSTER MASH

Posted on May 29, 2015 by hafong

It’s Friday and time for Friday Fictioneers. We gathered every week to share our stories from a photo prompt of one hundred words or so. You can join in the fun if you wish. We are hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields of Addicted to Purple. Here is my story.

PHOTO PROMPT © Douglas M. MacIlroy

She has been afraid forever – of everything. A cloud passes overhead. It’s as if someone has walked across her grave. She shivers, clutching her hands to her heart. She feels so cold.

She tries so hard to be brave. It is so very hard. She bites down on her lips, trying not to cry, trying not to feel sorry for herself. A tear spills out of her right eye. She chokes back a sob, taking a deep breath.

There are monsters everywhere. She starts to sing and dance. “Do the monster mash”. It’s the only way to keep them away.

THE KISS

Posted on May 20, 2015 by hafong

It’s not quite Friday, but close enough for Friday Fictioneers. We are hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields of Addicted to Purple. We gathered every week to share fictions of 100 words according to a photo prompt. You are welcomed to join in the fun. Here’s my 100 words.

PHOTO PROMPT – © Santoshwriter

I remembered the last time he kissed me. It was raining cats and dogs. We were in a tight embrace, huddled under his big, black umbrella. The kiss was long, sweet and wet as the raindrops falling around us. I held onto him tight, trying forever, never letting go.

When will we see each other again? Will we ever see each other again? What good are promises? Oceans lay between us. Continents separate us. Years of history divide us. Out of sight. Out of mind.

So I held onto him, laid my face against his chest. Teardrops kissed my cheek.

WHISTLE WHILE YOU WORK

Posted on March 4, 2015 by hafong

It’s only Wednesday and I’m ready for Friday Fictioneers! We gathered every week to share stories of 100 words. We are hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields of Addicted to Purple. Here’s my 100 words inspired by the photo prompt from Erin Leary.

PHOTO PROMPT – © Erin Leary

She knew exactly what she was going to do. She opened the fridge and set the ingredients on the counter – sirloin steak, bacon, pearl onions, sage and thyme. Last but not least, the precious white mushrooms. She will cook him the best sirloin beef burgundy of his life.

She had found them on her walk, their white heads poking through pine needles. She knew enough to keep Hunter away from them. That dog will eat anything.

A smile broke out on her face. Her eyes shone. Happy at last! She started slicing the white magic, whistling as she worked.

THE LAKE

Posted on January 23, 2015 by hafong

So it is Friday again. Time for another tale from this Friday Fictioneer. This is my story of 100 words this week from the photo prompt below. We are hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields of Addicted to Purple.

PHOTO PROMPT – Copyright – Georgia Koch

She remembered the night well. The water was so black. The boat bobbed gently up and down on the waves. A lump caught in her throat. She hoped that she wasn’t going to throw up. She was so afraid. Her teeth chattered and rattled. She shivered, wrapping her shawl around her shoulders.

The water gleamed in the moonlight. All was silent around them as they rowed further and further into the lake. Finally they stopped. They could no longer see the shore. It was safe now. They held their breath, steadying themselves momentarily and heaved their burden into the water.

BUGGED OUT

Posted on December 22, 2014 by hafong

It’s Monday and I’m very late for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields of Addicted to Purple. We like to tell stories of 100 words. This week’s photo prompt is from Douglas M. MacIlroy. Here is my story, a little late and a little lame.

Alice backed herself to the farthest corner of the bed. She curled herself into a tight ball, covering her face with her arms. She choked back a sob.

They were crawling out of the hole and across the mattress in droves. She felt their furry little paws scurrying up her feet, some working their way into her pajama legs.

Screaming, she jumped out and ran to the shower, turning on the tap to full hot. They fell like flies from her. She leaned against the wall, weak with relief. Her eyes fell on the drain. It was teeming with crawling bugs.

SWEET DREAMS

Posted on November 27, 2014 by hafong

So it is almost Friday and time for Friday Fictioneers and their stories of 100 words or so. We are hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields of Addicted to Purple. And here is this week’s photo prompt and my tale of 100 words.

PHOTO PROMPT – Copyright – Randy Mazie

“Oh my gosh!” Alice gasped. “The book is here. MY book is here.”

She stood in the middle of aisle C. She walked closer to the shelf in front of her. Slowly and lovingly she ran her hand down the spine of the book.

“The Devil in the Blue Dress by Alice Craig,” She mouthed silently. “That would be me! It’s real. I’m published! It’s already in the library.”

She gave a whoop and a leap in the air. She came down with a crash. “Ouch!”

What happened? She opened her eyes. She had fallen asleep on the library lawn.

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