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.

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.

PIE IN THE SKY

Posted on August 8, 2014 by hafong

It’s Friday and time for Friday Fictioneers to spin their tales of 100 words. I look eagerly for the photo prompt each week. Will it inspire a masterpiece from me or will it stump me? It’s always a challenge. Our host is Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

PHOTO PROMPT – Copyright-Björn Rudberg

Maryanne climbed up the ladder. It was her castle, her pie in the sky. She couldn’t believe her luck finding it. She piled her goodies in the corner, treasures she found in back alleys.

She sat down with a heavy sigh, letting her breath out with a big whoosh.

“I have a place for the winter!”

She pinched herself. It was still hard to believe. She rose in a daze. From the pile, she got faded blue curtains to put over the windows. The quilt was old, heavy and warm.

She sank to her knees. “Thank you God!” She whispered.

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.

image from Google search

CHIM CHIM CHER-EE

Posted on July 11, 2014 by hafong

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

PHOTO PROMPT – Copyright – Kelly Sands

The dark clouds rolled in. She had better hurry and find them. Oh, where were they? What mischief had they got themselves in now?

The wind had picked up again. Her skirts billowed out. She brushed them down with one hand. It was tough hanging onto her umbrella with the other.

“Why did I take this job?” She muttered. “What was wrong with my noggin?”

The wind blew her higher, her feet almost touching rooftops. She peeked in windows as she drifted past.

“Damn kids!” Oh no, she’s taken to swearing! She better sing instead.

Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious……

COME TO THE GARDEN

Posted on July 8, 2014 by hafong

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

PHOTO PROMPT, Copyright – Claire Fuller

The servant girl handed her a folded note and ran off. Making sure she was alone, she opened it.

Come to the garden. Meet me by the old king. I’ll be there waiting. R

Gathering her skirt with both hands, she ran toward the back of the estate, past the stables and toward the woods.

She entered a small clearing. Breathless, she clutched the front of her gown. A few feet further, she found the statue of the old king, covered with moss and lichen.

She heard a rustle behind her.

“Marian!”

“Robin!”

She rushed into his arms.

LAST NIGHT – Friday Fictioneers

Posted on June 27, 2014 by hafong

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

PHOTO PROMPT Copyright-Madison Woods The photo is actually from Lura Helms

She rested her back against her old friend, feeling its coarse rough bark through her thin blouse. She was home.

Already she was missing him – his arms, his voice – his very essence.

I love you!

He looked at her.

How can you love someone in two weeks? It’s the uniform.

She cast her eyes downward, tears coursing down her cheeks. There was nothing to say. She sipped her champagne and swallowed.

The moon shone down. Perspiration beaded on his forehead. He mopped it with his white handkerchief, leaned over and kissed her.

You’ll be alright. Let’s just enjoy the night.

THE DENTIST – Friday Fictioneers

Posted on June 13, 2014 by hafong

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

PHOTO PROMPT Copyright-Ted Strutz

She looked at the instruments lined up on the tray. They glistened in the light. How sharp their ends look! She quivered in the chair. Her mouth was dry. There was no need for paper apron around her neck.

She saw the wire mesh on the window. Beyond her boardinghouse the ferry sat. It will leave without her. She choked back a sob. The tears trickled down her face. She wiped them with the apron. She needed it after all.

He walked in, gloved and masked, and sat in front of her. She grabbed his hand.

“Will you hurt me?”

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Looking at Infinity

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BOBBY SINGS THE BLUES

FROM THE BELLY

QUILL OF MY HEART

PIE IN THE SKY

DEATH BY CHOPSTICKS

CHIM CHIM CHER-EE

Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious……

COME TO THE GARDEN

LAST NIGHT – Friday Fictioneers

THE DENTIST – Friday Fictioneers