Oh, Not Again!

“Mom, dad,” said the eager young child running toward the campfire with a jar filled with fireflies.

“Wow, cool nightlight, sweetie,” said mom, noticing her husband sitting apart from the family, distracted again with his cell phone.

“Honey, uh, who is that? You’ve been texting all weekend! Your daughter has something to show you. I thought this last summer camp-out would be strictly a family affair.”

“Sorry, it’s the office. Hold on,” he said without looking up.

Oh, god, not another, ‘What, you don’t believe me?’ line when I ask to see his phone, she thought, holding back her tears.

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Another week with Friday Fictioneers, the weekly photo prompt, 100-word story challenge that opens on Wednesday each week. Just saying, this was a tough write-up this week…the story started one way and ended totally different. Sheesh!

Happy September everyone!

Photo Copyright – Rochelle Wisoff-Fields




Storeroom Drama

Nudging another heavy box against a free wall with her right foot, she decided, enough is enough!

They cannot expect a marketing specialist, with a college degree no less, to be just a stupid receptionist! Answer phones, file these damn invoices, and oh, gawd, serve coffee at their client meetings. This job is so not worth it, she thought, almost aloud, flicking off the storeroom lights, shutting the door to part of her problems, but not before an anxious voice bleated out.

“Having a baaad-ass day, dear? Help me,” the glassy eyes winked in the corner, “and I help you.”

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Inspiration comes from the weekly 100-word story with a photo prompt hosted by Rochelle over at  Friday Fictioneers.

This week’s photo submitted by Adam Ickes



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.


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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



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. 🙂



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



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