moonage

“This going to be fun,” Trevis said sarcastically as he was supposed to clean an old underground tunnel.

Trevis was a great fellow and he was cleaning an underground tunnel for the community so they can use it.

He was also a very funny guy so anything he did was rather silly or funny.

As he was starting to sweep he started dancing and singing and he thought he was a dancer.

But then when he looked out a little vent to his right he saw two shiny round butt cheeks swiping a window of a nice old blue car.

(100 words)

“This Friday Fictioneers entry was submitted by my first guest blogger (and pseudo daughter) ever! She is 10 years old and her name is Sarah. Sarah took her story inspiration from the picture below two write her 100 words. She also wouldn’t let me edit anything. With that sort of brave and brazen mentality I hope she writes more for us.” – Danny

PHOTO PROMPT © Stephen Baum

PHOTO PROMPT © Stephen Baum

Read More Stories or Post Your Own

sunrise-ff-banner

July 9th, 2015

Posted In: 100 Word Stories, Friday Fictioneers

Tags: , , , , ,

6 Comments

helsing

“I’m Vampire hunter proof.”

“Prove it,” she said.

Being four hundred years old was never enough to impress any woman, especially human ones. Some things never change.

He shattered a sharp wooden stake against his heart tearing a hole in his shirt.

“What about garlic?” she was testing now.

He snatched down a head of garlic hanging outside a shop and took a bite swallowing it down with ease.

“Spicy,” he snickered.

She pulled him in for a kiss. One of the silver balls on her tongue stud came off and slid down his throat.

Burning now. From the inside.

PHOTO PROMPT – © Kent Bonham

PHOTO PROMPT – © Kent Bonham

Read more stories or post your own.

friday-fictioneers-farm-path

June 26th, 2015

Posted In: 100 Word Stories, Friday Fictioneers

Tags: , , , ,

6 Comments

kitty-cat

A young Master had a cat that he treated badly.

He was also a penny pinching miser and would turn the electricity to the house off at night.

It was during these times the cat wiggled into the crawl space above the ceiling.

Night after night the calico tabby gnawed at the fixtures, fasteners and electrical wire.

The cat knew his revenge would be his last act but the world would be a better place.

One day the Master threw a party and stood under a light for a long time giving a speech.

Sizzle, pop, thunk and gasp. Peace.

PHOTO PROMPT – © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

PHOTO PROMPT – © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Read More Stories or Post Your Own

undersea-st-thomas-4-meme

June 19th, 2015

Posted In: 100 Word Stories, Friday Fictioneers, Short Stories

Tags: , , ,

7 Comments

Lenora flipped through her old French cookbook looking for continental breakfast ideas.

The small wooden barrel she found at the beach rested on the counter with the initials L.J.S. facing the wall.

Her husband Alerion couldn’t know what she had found and now buried in the Château de Montagne herb garden.

A small thunk like a broom handle hitting the floor followed by something dragging caused her to whip around quickly.

Across the kitchen an old wooden cupboard screeched open slowly. Lenora watched in frozen petrification as a small paper sack of pastry flour was promptly pushed off the shelf.

More tales from the Château de Montagne

PHOTO PROMPT -© Raina Ng

PHOTO PROMPT -© Raina Ng

Read More Friday Fictioneer Stories or Post Your Own

sunrise-ff-banner

June 11th, 2015

Posted In: 100 Word Stories, Château de Montagne, Friday Fictioneers, Short Stories

Tags: , ,

6 Comments

bbq

“It is a hollowgast skeleton,” Jacob said to the small congregation at his backyard barbecue.

The Chitten’s from two houses down flinched and began looking around.

‘It’s them,’ he thought to himself.

Jacob looked at his Peculiar wife Emily. She nodded and closed her eyes plunging the world into darkness. The Chitten’s yelped and tried to run but their feet were frozen.

Spotlights from nowhere illuminated the four of them. The Chitten’s dropped their rehearsed human qualities resorting to the snapping and snarling of hollowgasts.

“We are still eating your potato salad.”

Jacob snapped his fingers incinerating the Peculiar threat.

(This story was inspired by Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children
a Novel by Ransom Riggs and the photo below.)

pleisiosaur_

PHOTO PROMPT © Douglas M. MacIlroy


Read more stories and post your own.
undersea-st-thomas-4-meme

May 29th, 2015

Posted In: 100 Word Stories, Friday Fictioneers

Tags: , , ,

5 Comments

« Previous PageNext Page »