PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson
It felt like we had been searching forever.
The coloured wires seemed to travel below the ground as we followed them, they seemed to stretch on for miles. Why on earth did the stadium display scene have such long cables and who the F*** unplug it in the first place?
Then outside of the stadium like a scene out of Tremors we found them. Some idiot had left them poking out of the earth. No wonder the screen didn’t work when we had tried it!
Mum helped me untangle the wires and we finally returned them to the sockets.
Tremors is an 1990’s film and there were many more spin offs afterwards. There was a scene very famillar to our photo prompt this week when the Tremors broke free from the ground.
Friday Fictioners is organised by the amazing Rochelle A 100 word challenge, where we write something based on a prompt. Why not join in one week.
PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
“Common its not deep you’ll be able to stand, I promise,” Lillie’s mum told her as she teetered on the edge of the vast swimming pool.
She was able to stand in the baby pool, but this was different, this was scary.
What if she couldn’t reach the bottom what if she sunk and the life guards had to jump in after her, like they did on her last birthday. All her friends and family were made to get out of the pool, while she was rescued.
“Common sweetheart you can do it, just take a deep breath and jump..”
Friday Fictioners is kindly run by Rochelle, and at last I have had chance to write something on time! Friday Fictioners is where we write a piece of flash fiction in 100 words based on a picture. Then we blog hop to check out other peoples work HERE.
This piece of Flash Fiction was inspired by my daughter’s experience when she had this massive float thing for her Birthday party and the life guard dived in to “save her” which has more or less knocked her confidence since 😦
Lots happening here, since my new last Friday, for those of you who were lucky enough to miss it, I had a publishing contract! See the dreaded picture HERE
Wedding Anniversary Gift
PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
A rose for every year that we are married he promised and I laughed, the novelty would soon wear off or he’d forget.
I never expected what would appear for our first anniversary a single red nine-carrot gold rose. At least it would be easier for me to save and wouldn’t need drying out first.
He still continues to buy me a rose every year, they continue to sit on my sideboard as focal of the room. I’ve never questioned them or asked wouldn’t it be cheaper to go to the florist. I just continue to admire them.
Thank you to Rochelle for hosting as always! Why don’t you join in! We write a piece of fiction based on a photo prompt, but your piece can be no longer than 100 words! Try it out and join us!
I have begun the submission slog again!!!!
Copyright Fatima Fakier Daria
Promises of a peaceful holiday touring the canals of Venice was just what I need. The tranquil pictures, the sound of the boat engine humming me to sleep. I was sold you couldn’t hold me back I’d packed my bags before you’d even finished telling me about it.
What I clear forgot to realise is that there is an M25 for boats and here I am sat in a queue waiting to progress onto the next stage of my holiday.
I am beginning to wish I’d insisted on boating along the canals of England, surely, they can’t be this bad!?
Not really taken part in Friday Fictioners for a while, As I’ve had loads of other stuff going on in that head of mine. So thanks to Rochelle who always keeps this going no matter the weather!
The M25 for those of you who don’t know, is the main circular road around London, it is also known as the BIGGEST carpark in the world. For those who want to know more about the M25 and are yet to be stuck on it Clicky click.
I wished there was more I could do for the old man as he walked the streets.
His shoes worn and weathered, being held together with sticky tape.
I wanted to take him to the nearest shoe shop, but would they be willing to help?
He claimed he didn’t need a new pair, as they wouldn’t last as long as these had.
He didn’t have time to break in some new shoes; he had many more miles to travel before he reached his destination.
I lead him to the shoe shop all the same, hoping to find a perfect fit.
The piece above was written as part of Friday Fictioners, which I have sadly not taken part in for a while. A Big thank you as always goes to Rochelle for hosting :).
Want to take part join us HERE
Copyright to Sandra Cook
There was this house at the end of the road.
It held so many secrets, People tell the tale of those who used to live there, apparently there was a murder, a man killed his wife and two kids, apparently it’s haunted, and no one wants to buy the haunted house at the end of the street.
I watch the kids playing inside, egging each other on to go upstairs and those standing taking photos to use for inspiration.
And I just stand there too embarrassed to admit that, I own the house, it’s just another project I never started…
Thanks as always for Rochelle, who organises Friday Fictioners, where we are given a picture prompt and have to come up with a story using 100 words.
This story is based, on two Euro Million winners and there DIY project,
Copyright Victor and Sarah Potter
So we failed, she turns up on our doorstep, unannounced in her white gloves and all to high standards, walks into the kitchen and what was hanging from the light?
“You wouldn’t believe how quick spider’s build their webs.”
I keep telling her and…
“We just have a high inhabits of eight legged friends,”
but she just laughs.
It doesn’t help that her perfect son is scared of them anyway, so three guesses who gets to capture the damn things?
Bloody perfect up bring and boarding school education and he is scared of spiders where did I find this loon?
I wanted to get in as soon as possible for Friday Fictioners as I keep missing it otherwise. Thanks as always to Rochelle who forever is managing to find these pictures to inspire us into writing something in 100 words.
Today has been a shite kinda MS day, including failing asleep at my desk and coming home and seemingly sleeping loads that I decided I had better get up and do something!
Lots of positives in my writing journey, so if another has nothing better to do, I have 10,000 words I could do with someone dictating!