Lazy or Contrary?

Happy late Friday! The day is almost over, but it’s not too late for Friday Fictioneers! As always, special thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, who provides us with these weekly prompts. Today’s photo credit is due to Douglas M. MacIlroy. Enjoy my story for the week. And if that’s not enough, be sure to stop by and check out these other awesome entries here!

Copyright: Douglas M. MacIlroy.

Copyright: Douglas M. MacIlroy.

Lazy or Contrary?

“Why aren’t you drawing, Josef?”

I rolled my eyes. Teachers asked the stupidest questions sometimes.

I shrugged and turned up the music on my iPod. Ms. Carlee sighed. I wasn’t sure why she acted so disappointed. We repeated this conversation every art class since Gran made me start taking them when summer started.

I actually liked drawing. My only mistake was sharing that with Gran, who seemed to think I needed to “hone my skills” with lessons.

“You have talent, Josef. Use it,” she told me nearly everyday.

I flicked my pencil across the desk. I’ll draw on my time.

Inspired

Happy Saturday, Readers! Sorry I was away yesterday for Friday Fictioneers, but I’ve still got a story for you. This week’s photo is graciously supplied by our very own leader, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Enjoy my little tale, then check out some other awesome responses to this photo here.

Copyright: Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Copyright: Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Inspired

“Reyna, I know you’re in here. Come out, my little Songbird.”

Reyna nestled further back under the keyboard, next to the warm hum of the power cords. She knew she wasn’t supposed to be in Daddy’s music room, but something about the cluttered little room that smelled of dust and valve oil made her feel inspired.

She pulled her composition book closer to her chest.

Footsteps sounded to her right and suddenly her father’s smiling face was peeking under the keyboard. “Writing again? You have more songs in your head than I could dream up in a lifetime.”

Reyna smiled.

 

*Note: I may or may not have named my character in this story Reyna because I just finished reading Rick Riordan’s Blood of Olympus and I’m still processing my feels.

Those Birds Are Not For Eating

Happy Friday, Readers! Welcome to the ever-exciting, Friday Fictioneers, led by the wonderful Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. This week’s photo is provided by Kent Bonham. As promised, I’ve gone with a happier tone this week and brought back some familiar characters. Enjoy!

Copyright: Kent Bonham.

Copyright: Kent Bonham.

Those Birds Are Not For Eating

“Grumpkin is eating my birds,” Sonia announced as she marched into Hal’s room without knocking. Hal jumped then groaned as ink spread over the field notes he had been copying. Two hours of work. Wasted. He glanced at the little troll sitting peacefully in the corner.

“Where’s your proof?”

“He’s a troll. I don’t need proof,” Sonia snapped.

“Yes you do. Grumpkin knows better.”

“I don’t think so”, Sonia started, but suddenly Grumpkin interrupted.

“Birds not for eating. Cats eat birds, so Grumpkin eats cats.” He grinned toothily.

Hal snorted. “See? Told you Grumpkin didn’t eat your birds.”

Sonia screamed.

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Want more? Check out some other great stories inspired by this photo here.

Miscarriage

Late again! I swear I am going to get better about posting on time for this thing…

Anyway, if all of you lovely readers will forgive me for my tardiness, here is my Friday Fictioneers for last week!

A special thank you to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for providing the prompt and to Marie Gail Stratford for providing this week’s photo.

Copyright: Marie Gail Stratford

Copyright: Marie Gail Stratford

Miscarriage

Carolina stood in their wine cellar, staring at the sunlight streaming through the multicolored bottles. Her left hand crossed her chest and held onto her shoulder while she idly traced circles on her stomach with her right hand.

“What are you thinking, Carolina?” Her husband’s voice was soft in her ear as he walked up behind her.

She didn’t answer. Instead, a single tear slid down her cheek as she turned to face her husband.

“Oh my darling,” he said, gathering her in his arms. “We’ll try again as soon as the doctor says you’re well enough.”

More tears fell.

Nothing To Lose

Happy Friday, my dear Readers! It’s time again for Friday Fictioneers. I know I skipped last week, but bear with me while I am currently without internet access at home. As always I give special thanks to Rochelle for providing the prompt. Today’s photo was taken by Dawn Q. Landau. Enjoy the story!

Copyright by Dawn Q. Landau

Copyright by Dawn Q. Landau

Nothing To Lose

 

I laughed when they told us we were going to the salt mines.

They aren’t real, I thought.  Just a story to scare kids into behaving. The Roman soldier standing nearest to me frowned. “You won’t last a day,” he told me.

I’ve been working the mines for three days.

Two things are constant; my parched mouth and the sting of salt in my cuts. I’ve learned to hide my flinch at the crack of the whip and keep my eyes downcast.

The other slaves cry for their lost families and homes. I cry because I had none to lose.

Grumbles

Happy Friday Readers! I am bringing you Friday Fictioneers on time today! Special thanks to our leader, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for both hosting this grand venture and for this week’s photo prompt.

And….last week’s trio is back! I had such fun writing them, I brought Hal, Grumpkin and Sonia back for another little adventure. Enjoy.

Copyright: Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Copyright: Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Grumbles

“Stop feeding him everything we’ve got!” Sonia snapped. “We’ve only got…”

“…enough food for four days, I know,” Hal finished while handing Grumpkin another biscuit.

“We’ve already been gone for three!” Sonia’s voice took on a slightly higher pitch.

Hal sighed. “The Master assured us the mushroom we need should be in the next valley over. We’ll be quick about it.”

Sonia mumbled under breath, but Hal couldn’t hear her over the crackle of their campfire. He shrugged and began tickling Grumpkin, who was still slobbering over the biscuit.

“You could at least share.” Wordlessly Hal passed Sonia the biscuits.

 

Weekly Photo Challenge: Dialogue

Happy Monday, Readers! Today’s post is the Weekly Photo Challenge, which this week happens to be Dialogue. With dialogue, there is an exchange of conversation. With this challenge we try to make two photos “talk” to each other, or bring out something in the photographs that together seem more powerful, more obvious. If you can’t guess with my photographs, I focused on the color red in each one. Enjoy!

Red Talking. Copyright Tiffany Metzger

Red Talking. Copyright Tiffany Metzger