Friday Fictioneers: The Search

This is my entry for this week’s Friday Fictioneers Challenge run by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. This week’s picture prompt was provided by Stephen Baum. The challenge is to write a complete story within 100 words.

Photo Prompt: © Stephen Baum

Photo Prompt: © Stephen Baum

The Search
Genre: Fantasy

Sa’an stumbled, leaning against the tunnel wall as he forced his footsteps onwards. Light… There was light ahead…

Time held no meaning in the labyrinth’s unchanging surrounds. Exhaustion dragged, setting thoughts adrift. Only one certainty remained: he had to find it.

If only he could remember what it was!

The light grew stronger, steadily brightening until blinding in intensity. He closed watering eyes as hope surged – was this it? He stretched out a tentative hand.

His eyes opened to the sight of his work-chamber where he knelt, slumped bonelessly in the centre of the circle.

Power surged through his veins.

Word Count: 100

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Friday Fictioneers: Beating Heart

This is my entry for this week’s Friday Fictioneers Challenge run by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. This week’s picture prompt was provided by Raina NG. The challenge is to write a story within 100 words.

Photo Prompt: © Raina NG

Photo Prompt: © Raina NG

Beating Heart

Mary’s gaze swept the kitchen one final time as she prepared to leave. The room was imbued with a lifetime of memories.

Sometimes it seemed only yesterday that she and Bobby danced to the wireless, newlywed, their future unbounded. Soon children played underfoot: laughing, crying, squabbling; growing through each youthful phase. Years slid by and teenage moods faded into mature conversations, culminating in an emptiness that only her husband’s steady presence eased.

She remembered weeping, lost in grief with Bobby’s ashes clasped to her chest, children and grandchildren surrounding her.

“It’s time,” Bobby whispered. She turned and took his hand.

Word Count: 100

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Friday Fictioneers: Freedom’s Chance

This is my entry for this week’s Friday Fictioneers Challenge run by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. This week’s picture prompt was provided by C. Hase. The challenge is to write a story within 100 words.

Photo Prompt – © C. Hase

Photo Prompt – © C. Hase

Freedom’s Chance
Genre: Fantasy

“This is madness,” Lind muttered. “It’s never gonna work.”

“It will. It has too.”

“It’s too dangerous…”

“Then leave.” Korin sighed in exasperation. “I can do this alone.” He wouldn’t abandon his task.

“Er, yeah. Or not.”

Despite the other man’s complaints, Korin knew Lind was as dedicated to the cause as he. The chains around their wrists might be of delicate craftsmanship but they held as securely as thickest iron, binding their powers to their oppressors’ whims. Unbreakable – or so they’d always thought. Until his research revealed their flaw.

Today their chains would break. Magic would be free again.

Word Count: 100

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Friday Fictioneers: Elemental Inspiration

This is my entry for this week’s Friday Fictioneers Challenge run by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. This week’s picture prompt was provided by Douglas M. MacIlroy. The challenge is to write a story within 100 words.

Photo Prompt - © Douglas M. MacIlroy

Photo Prompt – © Douglas M. MacIlroy

Elemental Inspiration

People travelled miles to see the sculptures, lauding her imagination. Cass simply smiled and accepted their praise, shrugging when asked the source of her inspiration. They wouldn’t believe the truth, anyway.

The creatures were everywhere.

Some curled amidst tree roots, slow and lazy. Others danced lithely on the breeze or flitted among flames. Her favourites were those that leapt through the waves, sleek and deadly. She watched them from the cliff’s edge as she pretended to gaze at the ocean – no one ever reacted well to tales of creatures visible only to her.

The doctor’s pills remained in the cabinet, untouched.

Word Count: 100


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Friday Fictioneers: The Origins of a Dream

This is my entry for this week’s Friday Fictioneers Challenge run by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. This week’s picture prompt was provided by Santoshwriter. The challenge is to write a story within 100 words.

Photo Prompt - © Santoshwriter

Photo Prompt – © Santoshwriter

The Origins of a Dream

“Maybe he’s mad,” Joey whispered, peering through the tangled branches where they crouched. He shivered, though he told himself it was because of the dew dripping down his neck.

The old groundsman’s voice droned continuously in meandering reminiscences, his movements  achingly slow as he snipped withered flowers from stems.

Charlie sniggered. “As a coot!”

“Maybe he chops people’s heads off.”

“Maybe he’ll chop your head off.”

“Or maybe,” the groundsman interrupted, “he’ll tell you boys to quit hiding under a shrub and to help an old man out.”

His tales of bygone days continued as they trailed him around the park.

Word Count: 100


Today’s story is a companion piece to yesterday’s FFfAW entry, The Price of a Dream. As I mentioned yesterday, that story was cut down from 400 to 175 words to fit the word limit. In order to do that I had to edit out several things – one of which was the character of the old groundsman. I was rather sad about losing him as it was he who inspired the twins to become groundsmen themselves and his stories that drove them to regenerate the park. Luckily I was able to reuse him, and the twins, today.

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Friday Fictioneers: The Meeting place

This is my entry for this week’s Friday Fictioneers Challenge run by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. This week’s picture prompt was provided by Marie Gail Stratford. The challenge is to write a story within 100 words.

Photo prompt: © Marie Gail Stratford

Photo prompt: © Marie Gail Stratford

The Meeting Place

Genre: Futuristic Dystopia

Benjamin travelled through a desolate land. Crops withered in fields, un-harvested. Once bustling towns stood empty, haunted by tense individuals who shied from contact. The fear of infection remained strong. Society lay splintered.

He offered treatment wherever required. He couldn’t save his family as the pandemic swept through; he’d accept no other failures.

Whispers of change guided his footsteps to the silo.

“It’s time we gathered together,” the woman announced, her animation captivating. “Society can be rebuilt – we all have skills to offer.”

Teacher, farmer, carpenter – voices were raised. Hope grew.

“Doctor,” he added.

It was time to start anew.

Word Count: 100

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Friday Fictioneers: Pushing the Barrier

This is my entry for this week’s Friday Fictioneers Challenge run by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. This week’s picture prompt was provided by Dee Lovering. The challenge is to write a story within 100 words.

Photo Prompt: © Dee Lovering

Photo Prompt: © Dee Lovering

Pushing the Barrier

It was busier than she’d expected. She hoped the clouds would open, sending everyone scurrying home but… no luck so far.

How on Earth had Carl talked her into this?

She gazed over the sea of people, clutching the bulky case to her chest. She could leave. She didn’t have to go through with it.

“Well?” Carl whispered in her ear. His presence gave her strength, his belief in her abilities. This was her dream – she just had to get past the barrier of nerves.

With guitar case open on the pavement before her, fingers caressed strings.

And she sang.

Word Count: 100

Although I couldn’t spot one – and I spent a fair while searching – I’m sure there must be a busker in that crowd of people somewhere!

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