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SKIP TO MY LOU

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It’s Friday and time for another tale of  100 words on the Friday Fictioneers. Our host is Rochelle Wisoff-Fields of Addicted to Purple.  This week’s photo prompt is courtesy of Kent Bonham.  I found it quite a challenge.  Do not judge me too harshly but I do welcome constructive critiques.  
Photo courtesy of -Kent Bonham

Photo courtesy of -Kent Bonham

Skip, skip, skip to my Lou, Skip to my Lou, my darlin’
Mary sang as she skipped along. She had everything she was supposed to bring to the Brownie meeting – the grass, leaf and dandelion. Brown Owl would be so proud of her.
Flies in the buttermilk, shoo, fly, shoo
She lifted her right leg, ready for another skip.  Down she went!  Her face in the gravel, she tasted blood and dirt. Her red popsicle, now grey and pebbly laid inches away.

She lifted her head and saw her nemesis pedalling furiously away.  She shook her fist at him.

Brat!

 

I WILL FEEL TOMORROW

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Today is only Wednesday, but what the heck.  I have my story of 100 words ready for Friday Fictioneers.  I might as well put it up for you to see.  We are hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, the lady who is addicted to purple.  Won’t you come in, sit awhile and read our stories.  Better yet, join us. 

PHOTO PROMPT Copyright – Marie Gail Stratford


PHOTO PROMPT Copyright – Marie Gail Stratford

A hundred bottles on the wall. 

A hundred bottles on the wall.

The refrain played over and over in her head.  She saw a hundred green eyes winking at her, mocking her.

The dancers danced their dance on stage.  The audience clapped and cheered in the celebration of the moment, in the  appreciation of skillful maneuvers and flamboyant robes. 

She sat silent, watching, not feeling.  Not knowing how to feel. She will feel tomorrow.

Meanwhile, the music played, hips swayed and feet moved.  Flashbulbs went off.  Toasts were made.

She sat, silent and unobserved or so she thought.  Tomorrow, tomorrow…..

TRAPPED!

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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.

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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.

BOBBY SINGS THE BLUES

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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?

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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

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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

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

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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. 🙂

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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

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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

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

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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

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.

 

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IN MY DREAMS

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

I’m a dream girl but not much into fantasy, but I thought it’s time I spread my wings and fly a little.  Everything is possible.

 

PHOTO PROMPT- Copyright Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

PHOTO PROMPT- Copyright Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

In my dreams, I soared high above the clouds.  I touched the wings of the silver bird.  I saw the ocean below me.  I felt the air and magic around me.  Higher and higher I flew.

I heard God whispered in my ears.  “You are the child of my universe.  Take care of it for me”

Darkness came.  The stars twinkled merrily.  I reached out and caressed Mr. Moon’s face. He smiled back at me.  Tired, I climbed into his welcoming arms, laid my head against his shoulder and slept.

I woke and the sun shone in my eyes.