Unforeseen Weather Changes

“Honey, what’s happening?” His wife whined. “I can’t be hanging laundry in this kind of weather and don’t blame me about our electric bill this month!”

Glancing out the window, the screenwriter effortlessly glided his fingertips through his thinning, almost white hair.

He watched the invading dark clouds, again, forcefully directing the incoming storm.

He sighed.

After thirty years of failed screenplays, the cursor key blinked for the last time.

Mi Amor,

Please forgive your loving husband.

I arrived at the dream but drove off halfway. In time, I lost my faith to keep afloat in the storm debris.

Good-bye.

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Inspiration: Friday Fictioneers, the weekly 100 – word photo prompt story community. Link your story with the Linkz icon and enjoy the variety of stories from so many creative writers from around the world.

Photo Source:  Kelly Sands

 

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It’s Only a Matter of Time

At first it appeared on outdoor inanimate objects. Specifically, beautifully designed statues found in botanical gardens across the United States.

“It’s a mysterious situation, Boss. We tried scraping, using lemon juice and the never-fail, bleach and water rinse, nothing. It resurfaces overnight totally disfiguring the statues in the process,” said the frustrated groundskeeper.

“Well, have the crew continue maintenance,” said the boss, “oh, and the bad news? Hospital emergency rooms are now seeing hundreds of new patients suffering the same mustard yellow fungal-like splotches with the black spores that emit a strong urine odor!”

“Uh, Boss, above your eyes, I see crusty spots.”

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Inspiration: Friday Fictioneers with hostess, Rochelle Wiseoff-Offields. It’s a 100-word story based on the photograph chosen for each week’s challenge.

Photo Source: Claire Fuller

Feel inspired? Link your own story and enjoy all the creative link-ups! You’ll never be bored again. 🙂

 

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Find the Right Doctor!

It was her dream trip, yet, here she was, suffering, while her cruise ship companions toured the small fishing town awaiting the evening entertainment.

“Oh, doc! How much farther?” she winced, the excruciating pain increasing.

“Just a few more steps, Miss Pullman. This is an excellent facility with the proper equipment to help manage your sudden complications. Keep breathing.”

“I feel like throwing up,” she said before fainting.

Twelve hours later, local police identified the missing tourist’s body found in a white van, all her teeth removed.

The doctor pleaded guilty and admitted his fetish for wearing human teeth jewelry.

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Inspiration: Friday Fictioneers, the 100-word weekly photo prompt writing challenge and the idea that your teeth may be worth saving  –  Disturbing Jewelry Made of Real Human Teeth and Hair by Dorothy Tan  🙂

Photo Copyright: Ted Strutz

 

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Crazy Song Writing

He tore into the box of Cinnamon Toast Crunch cereal, skipping the usual cup of milk that accompanied his favorite late night snack, and instead, popped open a can of cold beer.

Damn good, he thought, powering up his laptop and checking his email inbox. Two from his girlfriend – yeah, silly, I love you too – one from mom – of course I’m still writing songs, Mom – and, an attorney‘s email?

He opened and read:

You‘ve inherited everything from our recently deceased client and . . .

People are crazy, he thought, as the song lyrics flowed forward.

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Inspiration: The 100 word weekly writing challenge – Friday Fictioneers and country song by Billy Currington, “People are Crazy”

Photo Source: Douglas M. Macllroy 

 

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Special Mission

“It’s the best time to witness His presence,” said the charismatic pastor arranging a Saturday, impromptu, start at sunrise, youth hike.

While parents fussed over backpack content and untied shoelaces, a dozen children anticipated wildly for the pastor to jumpstart the evanescent adventure ahead of them.

Yes, God. I understand, the pastor silently whispered. You need me to prepare these chosen little ones for your special mission.

“Parents, trust me,“ the pastor continued, “Enjoy your bible fellowship and let’s meet back at the picnic area around noon.”

Three years . . . The search continues daily for our missing children.

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Inspiration: Friday Fictioneers with Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.

The challenge is to write a 100 word story that includes a beginning, middle and end based on a weekly photo prompt.

Link up your post then sit back and enjoy the variety of stories from this fabulous writing community.

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Photo copyright: Erin Leary Writes

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Friday Fictioneers, flash fiction

Chaotic Voices

No! I won’t sink into another black hole…if these headaches would just let up…my therapist recommends running. Therapeutic exercise. Okay. Another mile to go…but the pounding, it hurts and…

Friday Fictioneers, Photo prompt challenge, 100 word fiction, As she stops to catch her breath, she stupidly stares across the brackish lagoon. Look at this mire; she disgustedly brushes away the salty sweat stinging into her eyes – exact replica of my chaotic life.

Several voices (in her head) begin to argue loudly accusing each other of exposing all the dirty debris of intimacies from her last relationship.

Suddenly someone shakes her awake.

“Your medication dear,” said the nurse.

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Inspiration: Friday Fictioneers with Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Challenge: With the given photo prompt, write your 100 – word story that has a beginning, middle and end then share your story link with this popular writing community. Happy writing! 🙂

Photo Credit: BW Beacham from Life in the Foothills

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