White As Snow

Happy Friday, Readers! Sorry if you missed me last week. Things got a little crazy, and inspiration fled from me. But I am back this week with another Friday Fictioneers! As ever, thanks to Rochelle, our host, and this week special thanks to Douglas M. MacIlroy for providing the photo prompt. Enjoy my story below and don’t forget to check out other stories inspired by this photo here.

Copyright: Douglas M. MacIlroy

Copyright: Douglas M. MacIlroy

White As Snow

Callum often wondered what he did to deserve his wife.

She was undeniably gorgeous. Long, wavy black hair, full pink lips, curvy, graceful figure and soft, unblemished skin white as snow. Her smile was dazzling when she bestowed it, and she did often.

Unfortunately, her beauty didn’t come with brains.

It was driving Callum over the edge.

Fruit was scare in the wintertime, but Callum was motivated. He couldn’t find any apples, but the special-order strawberries worked well enough. He didn’t even have to make up a story about wishes or true love.

But was she dead or merely sleeping?

The Forever Journey

Happy Friday, Readers! What a crazy one it’s been (for me anyway.) So glad the weekend is finally here!

Now it is time for Friday Fictioneers (best part of the week!), hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. This week’s photo prompt is provided by Jennifer Pendergast. Enjoy my story!

Copyright: Jennifer Pendergast.

Copyright: Jennifer Pendergast.

The Forever Journey

I wake up to the sound of the train’s whistle. It’s the same sound I wake up to everyday.

I’ve started everyday the same way for the past 150 years. Everyday is the same. I wake up on a train headed East. Mama and I are going to live with her parents, the grandparents I barely remember. Mama is happy for the first time since Papa died.

I’m not. I wander on around the train. That’s when I hear it. I barely have time to feel it before we crash-

I wake up to the sound of the train’s whistle.

Sixth on the Sixth – April 2015

Happy 6th of April, Readers! Another month has passed us by and that means another round of Six Word Stories. Our six word prompts are provided by Adam Ickes and this month they are: bend, desire, fortune, old, king and end. Enjoy my stories below, which may or may not have a theme. Do you have a favorite?

Six on the Sixth Logo created by Adam Ickes.

Six on the Sixth Logo created by Adam Ickes.

Merciful Dungeon Master
Roll D20. (Pause.) Maybe…roll again.

The Bell Sounded Different
Games paused when she walked in.

The Piracy Option
Our campaign needed funding, and fast.

The Wrong Again Wizard
Wisdom doesn’t always come with age.

Of Kings And Their Daughters
Avoid princesses. Their quests are deadly.

The Thing About Goblin Caves
Dead ends seem to be abundant.

Game Over

Hello dear Readers! It’s a day late, but it is once again time for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by the ever lovely, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Today we thank Lauren Moscato (and Amy Reese for suggesting her!) for the photo. Enjoy the story, and Happy Easter to all those who celebrate it!

Copyright: Lauren Moscato

Copyright: Lauren Moscato

Game Over

“There it is! The escape door!”

“But it’s three stories up!” Mark shouted, ducking just in time as a spray of bullets whizzed over his head. Keeping low, he ran after his partner Scott .

They made a mad dash for the building with the door. On the stairs Mark took a slug in the shoulder. “Keep going man, we’re almost out!” Scott pushed him along, but it was no use.

“I’m not leaving you!”

“You have to. Leave now or-” a bullet ripped through Mark’s chest, cutting him off, and everything went dark.

“Damn!” Scott threw his controller. Game over.

In The Mood

Hi Readers! Sorry for my short absence. I missed a fabulous Friday Fictioneers photo prompt last week, but I won’t let you down this week! As usual, thanks to Rochelle for continuing to inspire us with prompts, and this week thanks to David Stewart for providing the story. Enjoy my story, and find more stories prompted by this photo here!

Copyright: David Stewart

Copyright: David Stewart

In The Mood

“Don’t cry Sweetheart, it’s our wedding day.” Max kissed the corners of his bride’s eyes and held her in his arms as they swayed to the jazzy music.

“Grandpa loved the Glenn Miller band,” Linda whispered. “I just wish he was here.”

He followed Linda’s gaze to the gazebo holding the band and her grandma, standing not far away. He steered them over to the old woman and pulled her over to his other side. “No one should be standing still during this song!”

When both women smiled he said, “See? Your grandpa is here, alive in his favorite music.”

Orange

The topic of this week’s Photo Challenge is ORANGE.

This week, share a group of photos where orange is either the dominant color, or provides a bold highlight. Shoot for at least three photos, and look for different shades — bright neons, deep rusts, delicate peaches.

With such a topic, how could I think of anything else than of my flaming haired siblings? In particular, my sister Molly, who happens to love the color orange. So she is the star of these photos. Enjoy!

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I bought her this dress…as soon as I saw the color I knew Molly had to have it.

Molly is a great drinker of tea, and as you can see from the chip, this is one of her favorite cups.

Molly is a great drinker of tea. As you can see from the chip, this is one of her favorite cups.

Molly is beautiful from all sides.

Molly is beautiful from all sides.

 

Nighttime Reveler

Happy Friday, Readers! It’s time again for Friday Fictioneers, our weekly writing prompt provided by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Each week bloggers from all over the world respond to Rochelle’s photo prompt with a 100 word story. This week’s photo is courtesy of Sandra Crook. Enjoy!

Copyright: Sandra Crook

Copyright: Sandra Crook

Nighttime Reveler

Leisel. Her whispered name pulled her into wakefulness.

She was laying on her back in an empty, frost-covered field. Pain like thousands of needles shot through her fingers and toes, which were bare. Gingerly she sat up, looking down in bewilderment at her torn party dress, its colors looking dull in the faint morning light.

How did I get here? The words echoed in her head and she winced as though someone had shouted.

Gradually, flashes from the previous night filtered into her mind.

The swirl of elegant gowns, tinkling music, bell-like laughter…her head spun. Why couldn’t she remember?