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.
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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

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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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044 – A Wonderful Time

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 the picture prompt for this week and below that is my story.
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Copyright-Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

I’ve just arrived, but I’m pleased to report that the initial reports were evidently false.
This place is bright, with lights even marking the outlines of the buildings.
The outer walls of the buildings are so shiny and smooth, that I simply must see the inside.
The people walk the uncrowded, wide and clean streets even at night. They don’t harm each other. Instead, they give each other items, eat together and sing.
Their vehicles are few and neatly parked with lots of space between them.
My verdict: activate the time machine and send all applicants back here to 2005.
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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.

Behind the scenes – you can skip this part if you do not like seeing ‘The Making of [insert movie name]‘:
I wrote this story within a few minutes of receiving the prompt. I wanted to polish it some, but yesterday (Thursday) I was occupied writing some emails.
I almost did not post, but I decided, like someone said last week, better to swing and miss than not swing at all.

I said 2005 because of the picture file name 🙂

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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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037 – Predator

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! Anyone is welcome.

Below is the picture prompt for this week and below that is my story, and below that an earlier draft.
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Copyright Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

“I thought these isolation disasters only happened in movies.”
Andrew regarded the empty refrigerator.
“Where people fish and hunt to eat.” Jake replied, standing at the window, gazing out at the snow.
“Yes. After the polar bear incident, fishing and hunting lost their appeal.”
Jake thought of the ice axe that had fallen behind the broken Communicator during the bear incident.
“I’m hungry.” Jake turned towards Andrew.
“Want to take your chances out there with the predators?”
Jake reached behind the Communicator.
“Not outside.” He grasped the ice axe. “In the movies the trapped people end up eating each other.”

——-Below is an earlier version ——-

“I thought these isolation disasters only happened in movies.”
Andrew regarded the empty refrigerator.
“And in movies the trapped people end up eating each other,” Jake replied, standing at the window, gazing out at the snow.
“So the thought occurred to you too.”
“Yes. After the polar bear incident, fishing and hunting lost their appeal.”
Jake thought of the ice axe he had hidden behind the Communicator while trying to repair it.
“I’m hungry.” Andrew turned towards Jake.
“Want to take your chances out there with the predators?”
“Not outside.” Andrew was eyeing Jake.
Jake stepped backwards towards the Communicator.
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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.

Behind the scenes – you can skip this part if you do not like seeing ‘The Making of [insert movie name]‘:
I had promised my wife that for last week, I would write something non-violent. This week, I did not promise my wife any such thing. (Freedom!) In fact, I do not even think she has read the non-violent piece I wrote. Sigh! In her defence, she has been quite busy looking after family interests 🙂

The story I wrote last week left readers making all sorts of guesses. Many of these guesses were actually more interesting than the original story. (When I grow up, I want to be as imaginative as other Friday Fictioneers). However, I felt I had not communicated as well as I should have. So this week I promised to be clearer. Or at least to try.
Part of the problem was that I wrote the story on Friday morning, so I did not really have time to let it rest, then edit. (I think relocating one sentence would have cleared many things up). So this week I wrote earlier, but still ended up posting early :-).

Each story is 100 words long 🙂

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