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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Menu Order #17

So, I found some willpower to stop my reading of Stephen King’s book, Under the Dome, and noticed Tanaga, an ancient Filipino poetry form featured at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai.

Jen from Blog It of Lose It, the featured Carpe Diem Ghost-Writer, explains:

“Tanaga has been dying out in its native language, Tagalog… [and] cultural groups encourage Tanagas written in English in an attempt to reach new audiences and keep the form alive.”

It’s always a neat thing to keep a dying art form alive, yes?

The Tanaga, like the English haiku, counts syllables to a four line pattern. That is, four lines with seven syllables in each line, BUT, whoa, wait a second…the Tanaga also holds a rhyming pattern!

Traditionally the rhyming followed the AABB pattern but rules change and you may see a variety of patterns such as, ABAB, ABBA, and AAAB and so on…

Now let me attempt a Tanaga with today’s prompt, Frog, using the AABB rhyme scheme; and of course, I remember seeing live frogs for sale (poor things) in buckets and in fish tanks down in Chinatown.

What else could I think of but…????

frogs, Chinatown, Tanaga,Carpe Diem Haiku Kai, Filipino poetry, writing challenge

Menu Order #17

Unfortunate conditions
for frogs on exhibition –
Destined for the gourmet dish,
Froggy Legs with Jellyfish!

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Photo Source: Wikimedia Commons| Flickr: Mo Riza

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Meltdown

Slipping the car keys quickly into my work pants, I rush over to the crime scene with Detective Bruce.

The prominent lawyer and his wife sat lifeless across from each other; their bloody smirched faces slumped heavily into their fine china dinner plates disturbing the heaping of mashed potatoes and green beans.

“Looks like some romantic candlelight dinner, eh?” Bruce said.Friday Fictioneer, Photo prompt, 100 word fiction

“Yeah, right,” I say, handing him a crumpled note. “Looks like the ol’ Mrs. had enough of hubby’s cheap fragrant candle gifts while his mistress got the expensive cars, the thoroughbred race horses and that racetrack built-in her honor.”

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Inspiration: Friday Fictioneers with gracious host, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. The challenge is to write a 100-word story from the photo prompt and share your story with this wonderful writing group community.

This week’s photo credit: Renee Heath.

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It’s a Mistake!

As the exuberant group of neighborhood kids and my two nieces dash inside to continue their hide and seek game, I answer the  front doorbell, barely audible over the loud uncontrollable children’s laughter going upstairs.

“Hello.” It’s a police detective with news about my brother.

“Please, come in.” We sit at the kitchen table.

“Coffee? That’s right, my brother disappeared five years ago…a scuba diving accident.”

The detective slides a photograph towards me. “Have you seen this person recently? There’s a warrant for his arrest. Do you think this could be your brother?”

“NO! This must be a mistake!”

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Inspiration: Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

The challenge is to write a one hundred word story based on the photo prompt. The key: MAKE. EVERY. WORD. COUNT.

 

Photo credit: Douglas M. Macllroy from Ironwoodwind

 

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Justice

Friday Fictioneers, flash fiction, photo prompt
Standing under the presidential inaugural ceremony platform in the courtyard, I watch the volunteers scramble with last-minute decorations. Competing for my attention are desperate street vendors – they call out special deals from their makeshift sidewalk displays – and, the gentle susurration of a wind from gaudy overhanging vinyl fringes.

“Hey, mister,” says a woman holding her artwork. “Wanna buy one?”

Furious, I hand the poor woman some cash. It’s a portrait of my father, our country’s new president, depicted as a saint!

I can’t allow my abusive father, who murdered my sister and bribed the local law, to continue.

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This weekly event is to challenge yourself to write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and end. Link your story (you can start on Wednesday) to Friday Fictioneers with host, Rochelle Wisof-Offields.

THE KEY: MAKE. EVERY. WORD. COUNT.

Happy Writing! 🙂

Photo credit: Dee from 40Again.com

 

THE CHALLENGE:

Write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and end. (No one will be ostracized for going a few words over the count.)

THE KEY:

MAKE. EVERY. WORD. COUNT.

 

Ultimate Survival Sacrifice

As all forms of water evaporated worldwide, the Oasis, a lush area protected by a massive concrete wall and guard station, offered the final hope for the remaining drought survivors. Judging by the dead bodies strewn across the path near the compound entrance, I assumed the guards were not planning our welcome party today. Pity.

Hearing a desperate request to find a way inside, I speak while reluctantly reaching for a hidden Vodka bottle from my backpack.

“Let me attempt to bribe the guards and once I signal, slip in fast.”

Praying to St. Michael, I quicken my pace forward.

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Inspiration: Friday Fictioneers with host, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

THE CHALLENGE:

Write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and end.

THE KEY:

MAKE. EVERY. WORD. COUNT.

 Photo source: John Nixon at The SuperCargo.com

 

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