In A Blink

Happy Friday, Readers! I think this week just flew by, didn’t it? Already it’s time for Friday Fictioneers with our host, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. This week our prompt photo is provided by our host, Rochelle.

As I have been for the past month or two, I will continue the story of Nicholas and Emmeline. There’s been a little tension between the two of them in the past two weeks…there’s more to Emmeline than meets the eye and Nicholas isn’t sure how to handle that. We’ll see what happens today…

Enjoy!

Copyright: Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

In A Blink

Nick burst into the hospital room, his jacket and tie askew and skidded to a stop, breathing heavily. The doctor and nurses looked up in alarm. “You can’t be in here,” said one the nurses, striding forward.

Nick didn’t move, he just stared at the operating table and the woman laying unconscious on it.

“Nurse!” said the doctor sharply, pointing with a bloody glove.

“I’m sorry sir, you have to stay in the waiting room. That’s the best thing you can do for your wife right now.”

Nick couldn’t take his eyes off of Emmeline. Dazed, he said, “But she isn’t my wife yet.”

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Tick Tock

Happy Friday, Readers! Welcome to the last Friday Fictioneers of 2016. Can you believe it? Thank you so much to Rochelle for continuing to host this weekly prompt, and to the many people who contribute photos, particularly Shaktiki Sharma, who submitted this week’s photo!

Enjoy! (even if it is a little dark)

Copyright: Shaktiki Sharma
Copyright: Shaktiki Sharma

Tick Tock

Time is a funny thing. Everyone was always running out of it, and no one knew this better than Muerta, whose curse was to see everyone’s time run out. Everyone’s except her own. Tick tock, tick tock.

“Hola, niña.”

Muerta stopped mid-step and slowly turned towards a man peeling himself from the shadows of the wall. Tick tock, tick tock. She said nothing as he stepped closer. “What are you looking for, niña bonita?”

The ticking slowed. “I look for nothing,” she said. A vision of a gun shot to his chest flashed before her eyes. “But I see everything.”

One Last Regret

Happy Friday, Readers! Today I have a Friday Fictioneers story for you! Thank you to the lovely Rochelle for providing the prompt and to Lucy Fridkin for this week’s photo.

In case you were wondering, I listened to a lot of Taylor Swift before writing this.

Enjoy!

Copyright: Lucy Fridkin
Copyright: Lucy Fridkin

Her Last Regret

Her phone rang.

Jo hesitated only a moment before answering it. “Hey, Mom.”

“Did you make it alright?”

She glanced around her hotel room, outfitted in neutral colors and bland furniture. “Yeah. I’m here.”

“How was your flight?”

“Fine.”

“I hope you have a good time, honey.”

“Thanks.”

“Call me if you need anything.”

“I will.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too, Mom.” As she hung up, there was a knock on the door. It was him.

“You ready?” he smiled, charming as ever. Her resolve wavered.

“I’m sorry,” Jo said, heart in her mouth. “I can’t do this.”

Six on the Sixth – April 2016

Hello Readers! Sorry for the absence – I’ll try to get back to Friday Fictioneers as soon as I can. In the meantime, it’s already time again for Six on the Sixth – the prompt by Adam Ickes to write six six word stories! The prompt words this month are: Plan, Giant, Pills, Hang, Peddle, and Inch. Enjoy!

By Adam Ickes.
By Adam Ickes.

According to Plan

Despite good intentions, plans go awry.

Big or Small

Mistakes are not always a setback.

A Bitter Taste

Disappointment can be hard to swallow.

Hang in There

Faith and hope keep us going.

More Than We Asked For

Our bargains often come with complications.

Slow Success

Little by little, it works out.

 

 

Better Late Than Never

Readers, I’m late again, but I couldn’t let Six on the Sixth escape me -so even though I’m two days late, I hope you’ll enjoy this month’s Six Word Stories.

Adam Ickes has provided our prompt words, which are: Mind, Flash, Entry, Bongo, Carpet and Swept.

By Adam Ickes.
By Adam Ickes.

The Start

She didn’t mind his teasing…much.

 

The Big Day

A camera flash accompanies “I do.”

 

New Adventures

A baby comes; everything is new.

 

Growing Pains

Pots and pans make excellent drums.

 

Packing Up

Boxes are stacked by the door.

 

Ready For Your Return

The empty bedroom is swept daily.

 

Now Lay Me Down To Sleep

Happy Friday, dear Readers! It’s time again for Friday Fictioneers, led by our host, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Today’s photo is provided by Madison Woods. My story this time is a bit on the sad side. I hope you won’t mind.

Copyright: Madison Woods.
Copyright: Madison Woods.

 

Now Lay Me Down To Sleep

May 6th, 1995. Six years old. 11:08 p.m.
His mother yanked the illuminated bed sheet over his head. “Quentin? What are you doing up this late?”

July 14th, 2003. Fourteen years old. 12:44 a.m.
His mother threw open the window. “Quentin! Where do you think you’re going?”

November 19th, 2011. Twenty-two years old. 3:52 a.m.
She watched him stagger into the kitchen. “Quentin, where have you been?”

April 26th, 2014. Twenty-four years old. 2:33 a.m.
The police officer at the door said, “I’m sorry, ma’am…”
His mother cried.

“Quentin, where are you?”

Life Unlived

IT’S FRIDAY!

You know what that means, Readers. Friday Fictioneers! Many thanks to our host, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, whose weekly dedication inspires so many writers all over the world. Also thanks to Madison Woods for this week’s photo.

My story this week may be a bit gruesome, and definitely mysterious. I have a new villain stalking around in my head, folks. And he wants to know about your lives…unlived.

Enjoy.

Copyright: Madison Woods
Copyright: Madison Woods
Life Unlived

Ropes cut into Mary’s wrists as she struggled against them. Her nostrils flared as she breathed desperately through her nose and bit down on her gag.

“Now, now, Miss Penny, struggling won’t do you any good.” Her kidnapper stalked around her. Mary flinched as he untied her gag.

Immediately she screamed.

In an instant his hand was around her throat, cutting off her air. Images flashed before Mary’s eyes. Familiar faces. Vacations. A wedding ring. A pregnancy test.

“Yes, there it is,” the man breathed. He released her throat.

“Now tell me, Mary Penny. Tell me about your Life Unlived.”