063 – On Wheels – Friday Fictioneers

This is my submission for this week’s Friday Fictioneers that is ably hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.
You can read about Friday Fictioneers at the end of this post.
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Below is the picture prompt for this week and below that is my story.

Picture copyright Beth Carter

On Wheels

Picture copyright Beth Carter

Stu stopped to catch his breath, bent, placed his hands on his knees and panted.
There was a car parked a few metres ahead. An old convertible. He walked up to it. His heart sank. Up close, the car looked partly home-assembled. A hand-written sign in it declared that the car would run. Stu wasn’t so sure. Why the need to write the sign? To convince who? Potential buyers?
At the moment, Stu had limited options and little to lose by trying the car. If he could hot-wire it, he would hopefully be better placed to outpace the pursuing hounds.
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100 words

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I read all your comments and I appreciate them, even if I take long to respond and even if I do not respond to each comment individually.

About Friday Fictioneers
Friday Fictioneers is a group that works as follows:
Every week you get a picture.
Prompted by that picture, you write a piece of fiction that is 100 words long (or as close as you can get).
You add a link to your story on the Fictioneers page, and read the (awesome) stories by the other Friday Fictioneers.

Feel free to join us! Everyone is welcome.

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061 – Awake – Friday Fictioneers

This is my submission for this week’s Friday Fictioneers that is ably hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.
You can read about Friday Fictioneers at the end of this post.
Join us.

Below is the picture prompt for this week and below that is my story.
This story can be independent, or you can read Part One here and Part Two here.

Picture copyright Janet Webb

Awake

Picture copyright Janet Webb

Henry opened one eye, then the other. His head felt a little heavy but he was not in any pain. His abductor had been gentle. Apologetic, even.
“I’m sorry for the trouble, but I need to do this” he had said.
Henry looked around from his position on the ground. He seemed to be in a barn of sorts. Feeling stiff, he wriggled to see if he could free his hands, which were tied behind him. His movements were met with a low growl from behind him.
He slowly turned and his eyes met those of a large dog.
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99 words

You can read pieces by other participants here:


I read all your comments and I appreciate them, even if I take long to respond and even if I do not respond to each comment individually.

About Friday Fictioneers
Friday Fictioneers is a group that works as follows:
Every week you get a picture.
Prompted by that picture, you write a piece of fiction that is 100 words long (or as close as you can get).
You add a link to your story on the Fictioneers page, and read the (awesome) stories by the other Friday Fictioneers.

Feel free to join us! Everyone is welcome.

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043 – The Chamber

Happy Thanksgiving!

The weekly introduction:
This story is for Friday Fictioneers that is hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.

Friday Fictioneers is a group or arrangement that works as follows:
Every week you get a picture.
Prompted by that picture, you write a piece of fiction that is 100 words long (or as close as you can get).
You add a link to your story on the Fictioneers page, and read the (awesome) stories by the other Friday Fictioneers.

Feel free to join us! Everyone is welcome.

Below is my story for this week and below that is the picture prompt.
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“We’re close! We’ll soon be the first to lay claim to the Chamber of Golden Statues.”
“All that climbing and crawling has made me tired!”
“Don’t worry, we are almost there. Here’s a hole we could crawl through.”
“But the sage at the village said we shouldn’t touch these marked walls.”
“Stop whining and help me squeeze in.”
“But there’s -”
“Push me!”
“But there’s -”
“Come on! My shoulders can just squeeze through.”
“But there’s an entrance over there!”
A sound like that of a gong, a flash of light, and two new statues were added to the Chamber.

Copyright Joyce Johnson

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100 words

Your comments are welcome and much appreciated, even if I take long to respond and even if I do not respond individually. I read all your comments.

Fellow Friday Fictioneers, it seems some of my comments on your wonderful stories simply disappear or get marked as Spam 😦 so please don’t think that I don’t bother to comment. I would like to state that I am a real person and not selling anything. At least not on your blogs. 🙂

Behind the scenes – you can skip this part if you do not like seeing ‘The Making of [insert movie name]‘:
Our Great Leader again pushed us a bit more. I saw the picture on Wednesday, was stumped, took some time, thought of a possible story and wrote it in a few minutes on Thursday.
The story had about 119 words. I cut them down to just under 100, then I remembered some comments I had received from fellow Fictioneers on an earlier story, and Rich’s dialogues, and I put in contractions.
Now I was down to about 92 words, so I actually added more words (Yeah, I’m a little weird like that) and hit 100 :-).
This time I could only come up with one had no bonus story.

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