AND THE BEAT GOES ON

Posted on October 16, 2015 by hafong

It is exactly Frinday and time for Friday Fictioneers. We gather each week to tell our stories of approximately 100 words inspired by a photo prompt. We are hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields of Addicted to Purple. Here’s my 100 words this week. My story is inspired also by being lost most of my life. I have no sense of direction. Sometimes it makes for good stories. Thank goodness for Google map.

PHOTO PROMPT -© Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

The rain came in torrents, drumming down on the roof. She could hardly think. She covered her ears with her hands, lowering her head on the steering wheel. Thank God she was alone! There was no witness to her inepitude.

She sat. There’s no need to rush. There’s no place to go. She was lost! Worse, she couldn’t figured out which button/lever to turn on the wipers. There was no manual. She checked. She couldn’t find the radio either.

She should have checked it all out before she left the rental place. Should have, could have. The beat goes on.

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 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.

DOROTHY and TOTO against WICKED

Posted on March 19, 2015 by hafong

It’s time for storytelling on Friday Fictioneers. We are hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields of Addicted to Purple. Here’s my tale of 100 words. I believe in fairy tales, princesses and witches.

PHOTO PROMPT – © Copyright – Rachel Bjerke

Dorothy shivered in the evening air. They had followed the yellow brick road. This was no Emerald City though everything was green with moss.

She scooped up some clean water from the fountain for them and sat down on the cushion of leaves beside Toto. They were exhausted from being whirled, twirled and dropped by the tornado.

They were pursued by the Wicked Witch of the West with her pack of wolves, crows and bees. Wicked was green like slime with a giant eye like cyclops. She was no match against Dorothy’s crucifix.

Safe! Now a fire and some food.

RUNNING

Posted on March 11, 2015 by hafong

It’s Wednesday and I’m ready for Friday Fictioneers. We are hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields of Addicted to Purple. This is my story of 100 words to the photo prompt. This story is for Sheba (my dog) and I. We are both trying to work through our fears, both seen and unseen. Together we will conquer.

PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook

She was so afraid. Perspiration blinded her as she ran. Her heart was thumping in her chest. It roared in her ears. Her breaths came in jagged rasps. She could see them in the frosty air. She wiped her hand across her eyes.

She was almost there. She quickened her pace. Dusk was coming. The sun was receding beyond the bridge. She must be on it before it gets dark.

Please, God! She pleaded. I won’t ask you for another thing.

She gathered her strength, pumped her arms and stretched her legs. She was flying. Her foot touched down. Safe!

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.

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.

SOMEWHERE OVER THE RAINBOW

Posted on February 4, 2015 by hafong

It’s Wednesday and I’m ready for Friday Fictioneers and our stories of 100 words. We’re hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields of Addicted to Purple. Here’s my 100 words for the picture prompt. I hope you will enjoy them. These are hard times and we need a little wizardry and lots of rainbows in our lives.

PHOTO PROMPT – Copyright – Melanie Greenwood

Dorothy wondered what had happened. Last thing she remembered was feeding the chickens for Aunt Em. Uncle Henry was cleaning the barn.

She gazed around, her mouth opened, her eyes round in wonder. She saw the rainbow. She was dazed and amazed. She remembered being swept up by a big wind.

She felt something squirm in her arms. Toto! Oh thank God! At least she was not alone in this strange place. She put the little black dog down. They have to find their way back home.

She saw the yellow brick road. With Toto following, she headed towards it.

THE SWITCH

Posted on January 30, 2015 by hafong

It is Friday again and time for Friday Fictioneers with our stories of 100 words from the picture prompt. We are hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields of Addicted to Purple. And here are my 100 words for this week.

PHOTO PROMPT – Copyright Ted Strutz

Perspiration beaded on her forehead. She felt the sting of it in her eyes. She wished she could rub them. They were itching like the dickens. She could just scream. Her arms and legs were bound to the chair. Was she sorry? No, damn it! The woman had it coming.

The clock was ticking. Her heart pounded, the heat rushing up her face into her head. She squeezed her eyes shut. She heard the switch click. Warm liquid ran down her legs. Oh no! She was falling. Her eyes flew opened. Dazed, she looked around. She was in her bathtub!

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