PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
Word Count 100
“Nothing good can happen on a day like today”, I think to myself as a look out the window. “Cold and wet”. I’m holding a steaming hot mug of black coffee, my first for the day. “Footprints and tyre tracks don’t hold in slush”.
The call comes over the radio. “Sarge, better head over to Marion’s place first. Officers are on the scene and the ME is on the way. Marion’s sister Doris was found stiff as a board in the driveway. Shot dead. Marion said she didn’t even know Doris was coming”. An appropriate start to such a morning.
Death is the end of struggles. Whether it is Elysium, Heaven, Nirvana or Paradise, all represent the same thing. Freedom from all difficulty, from hunger, pain, heartache, everything removed. Well done good and faithful servant, enter into your rest. But what if we were able to have the Elysian feeling without death, without aging. It’s possible.😉
The above photo was the prompt for the story below. Word count 100.
Up We Go
“Are you sure we will fit in” Forb asked
“I’m sure, we were here only 200 Earth years ago. How much can the fashion of this primitive people have changed?”
We all donned the clothing given to observe the humans below.
“This building looks like a temple”, said Veex, “Everyone enters with offerings of their money and receives gifts from the Gods”.
It’s a place that needed exploring. That’s when we saw the technology we gave from our homeland, the escalator. “Let’s see if the altar is this way”, Binf said.
The outfits we’d chosen certainly did not blend in.
PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot
Word Count: 100
Genre: General fiction
When the synagogue moved to a bigger place, the First Methodist Church moved in. They ran a soup kitchen for the poor, took care of drug affected youth, and welcomed all. No one was ever turned away. The choir sang so loud, you could hear them streets away. But now the choir is made up of pigeons which roost in the rafters, and bats which hang from them. The cacophony is completed by rats and the cats that chase them. No human has set foot in the church since the scandal. But we wont talk about that now, will we.
Thanks to https://rochellewisoff.com/author/rochellewisoff/ -Fields-Addicted to Purple for the prompt.
The following is a short story I wrote on the subject “Draconian which I did for a writing challenge set by fellow writer Sammi Cox. https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com
Exactly 103 words long.
When I was released from prison, I thought that would be the end of the draconian laws that tell an inmate when to eat, when to shower, what day to wash clothes and what time to go to bed. I was released on bail into the care of my friend. He took care of everything when I was arrested, I was grateful for that. Let me tell you that it’s true what they say about not knowing someone until you live with them.
“Right,” he said “now you will do things my way or back you go”
And so the real hell began.
A boy wanted to keep company, father said.
“He’s a good lad, son of the baker, Tom Woods”
Father organised a meeting for us. James was to call after church on Sunday and wander with me in the garden.
“I brought you this” said young James. He handed over a loaf of bread, freshly baked.
“I baked it myself, my papa showed me how”.
Such a humble gift, but I received it graciously.
“Mary, We shall have tea and bread in the garden”.
The bread was presented with the tea, I saw it at once. My heart was won.
word count 99
Done for Friday Fictioneers
This week’s photo prompt is provided by Louise with the The Storyteller’s Abode. Thank you Louise!
So where do you think you lost it?
I don’t know, if I knew that, I would go back and get it.
Think someone nicked it?
I don’t see how, it’s been in my bag all day.
What are we gonna tell the kids?
Let’s not tell them. The room is paid for; we have got enough in your wallet for food, and the beach is free. Let just enjoy our week away and worry about it when we get home.
Do you have to tell the banks and card companies?
No, I left all the cards at home so we couldn’t overspend, except…
Except the card which grandpa gave me to spend while we are away.
They both laughed. Poor grandpa had not been with it lately. He gave them his old blockbuster card by mistake.
I have just finished compiling and editing my first book called Between Stops.
Just a heads up. Don’t accept everything Word 2016 says needs editing. It is correct in its use of grammar, spelling and economy of words, but it stops all creative aspects of writing a work. Buck up and say NO….Sorry…delirium here. But I can now sleep for 8 hours knowing that the job is done.
I will let you know when the publisher’s date for release is. It will sell as both a digital and paper edition. The paper edition is a “chap book” designed to read on the bus or train, so smaller than A5.