War Orphan

Happy Friday, Readers! It’s time for Friday Fictioneers!

Special thanks to Rochelle for providing the prompt and Jean L. Hays for supply this week’s photo.

Enjoy!

Copyright Jean L. Hays.

Copyright Jean L. Hays.

War Orphan

Captain Burk sputtered in shock. “Lieutenant! What were you thinking?” he roared. The lieutenant flinched. The ground shook beneath their feet and both men turned to see a towering toddler fall to the ground, dust curling around his bottom.

“It’s a giant!”

He’s a baby,” Lieutenant Orville snapped. “Sir.”

“Baby or not, he’s large enough to level a town and you’re just letting him…play in the dirt!

“Vroom, vroom” a voice above their heads rumbled. The toddler was pushing old derby cars around like toys.

“We have to start ending the war somewhere,” Orville paused. “Why not with him?”

Last Wish

Happy Friday, Readers! It’s time again for Friday Fictioneers. (yay!) Hosted by our lovely leader, Rochelle, the Fictioneer bunch gather each week to write 100 words based on the photo prompt provided. This week we thank Kent Bonham for the photo. If you’d like to read more stories inspired by this prompt, check them out here. Enjoy!

Copyright: Kent Bonham

Copyright: Kent Bonham

Last Wish

“You will come back, won’t you, Charlie?”

“Of course, JoJo.” I tried to ignore the stabbing pain in my chest at the sound of her weak, trembling voice. She smiled, a smile so big I felt like my heart would burst. I reached out and squeezed her pale, boney hand, an IV needle poking from it. “I’ll bring you a croissant, direct from Paris.”

“And a baguette?” she laughed.

“Anything,” I promised. “I wish I could take you with me.”

“Someday,” she says wistfully.

The phone call came en route from Paris. Johanna was gone, and I was too late.

Welcome To The After

Happy Friday, Readers! It’s time again for Friday Fictioneers, my favorite time of the week! As usual, Rochelle has provided us with an intriguing photo prompt, inspiring me and bloggers all over the world to write one hundred words and make it a story. Here we go. Enjoy!

Copyright: Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Copyright: Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Welcome To The After

Darla Marie Maxwell had been staring at that infernal light fixture for over an hour. She was stuck on the floor and couldn’t remember how she got there.

“Will someone help me?” she shouted. Where was that useless maid of hers?

“Shout all ye like, Missy, but tain’t gonna do you no good.”

Darla bolted upright. She was so shocked she didn’t realize she’d finally moved. “Who are you? Where did you come from? How dare you speak to me like that!”

A translucent man in ragged clothing gave her a toothy grin. “Name’s Tuck. And you is dead, Missy.”

The Return

Well Readers, I’m late again. Friday Fictioneers has arrived and passed, but I hope it isn’t too late to give you my story. I’ve decided to revisit an early story of mine called Lost Dreams for this one. I always knew there was more to Nina’s story. Here’s a little glimpse of it.

As always, special thanks to Rochelle for providing the prompt, and this week to Raina Ng for the photo. Enjoy!

Copyright Raina Ng

Copyright Raina Ng

The Return

Nina hummed quietly while she prepared tea in the kitchen. The doorbell rang and she yelled over her shoulder, “Come in!” Mom’s early, she thought.

Nina froze when she turned around. The woman standing in her kitchen was not her mother. Nina glanced guiltily at the shelves filled with odds and ends covering her walls before looking back to the woman, who was smiling.

“Ms. Bethel,” Nina said. “It’s been a long time.”

“Too long, dearie.” She nodded towards the shelves. “Your gift has grown stronger.”

Nina swallowed. “Why are you here?”

“I need your help. The Regretfuls have returned.”

Legends Tell

Whoa, Sunday already? Where does the time go? I hope you’ll forgive me, dear Readers, for posting  Friday Fictioneers, (our weekly short story prompt provided by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields) a couple days late. This week’s excellent photo, which I like very much, is provided by C. Hase. Enjoy!

Copyright: C. Hase

Copyright: C. Hase

Legends Tell

“Legend says a great warrior, maybe even a god, captured a terrible beast and trapped it under the sea.”

“That’s nonsense, Gael. Those chains were put there to keep out invaders.”

“You believe that?” Gael sniffed as she carefully climbed over the barnacle encrusted chains. The links were easily as wide as either of the girls’ thighs and if stood on end, half their height.

Above the din of the waves, a moaning sound crept over the water. Gael looked over her shoulder at Mo, smirking.

“If there’s no beast then tell me: what’s that whimpering under the Whimpering Sea?”

On The Way – Weekly Photo Challenge

On The Way is this week’s Weekly Photo Challenge from WordPress. They ask:

For this week’s photo challenge, stop and photograph the metaphorical roses (or the literal tulips). Share a shot of something you saw, did, or experienced on the way: a photo not of your destination, but of an interesting thing along the way. Show us something stunning others might have missed, or find some unexpected beauty in a mundane moment. Maybe we can all start looking at the in-betweens a bit differently!

As I prepare for my family vacation next week, I can’t help but think of some of the photos I’ve taken on our previous vacations, and this one came to mind. It’s not, perhaps, the kind of photo one usually takes on vacation. There isn’t anything exciting happening or any well-known sights in the area to be seen. Instead it’s just my two youngest sisters, sitting as they always are, together.

We’re waiting for the shuttle bus to come and take us to the beach. Just a quiet, in-between moment of sisterly companionship. Beautiful!

My beautiful sisters, Molly and Kelsey, waiting for the bus.

My beautiful sisters, Molly and Kelsey, waiting for the bus.

No Bones About It

Happy Friday, my dear Readers! It’s time for Friday Fictioneers, our weekly short story prompt provided by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. This week our fascinating photo is provided by Douglas M. McIlroy. Thank you! Enjoy my story below, and check out some other stories inspired by this prompt here.

Copyright: Douglas M. McIlroy

Copyright: Douglas M. McIlroy

No Bones About It

“I thought you said everything was dead on this planet!” shouted Ruby ducking past the branches of a withered tree.

“Does that thing look alive to you?” Emmett shouted back, hot on her heels.

Ruby glanced back at the skeletal monster tailing them. It’s skull was long and pointed with large, gaping eye sockets and razor sharp teeth, several inches long. She had no idea what was keeping the bleached bones together, never mind how it was chasing them with no visible muscles of any kind. At Ruby’s look it growled.

She doubled speed. “I’m picking the planet next time!”