Piercing the darkness

They ran fast as they could, the darkness suffocating every array of hope. Her steps became laboured, Molly’s wriggling wearing tiny on her tiny hip. 

They had only tonight or it was goodnight forever. Slowly her legs bowed to gravity, seeking to calm her baby, she sang her favourite lullaby as she embraced the inevitable.

Cosy, cosy, snug as a bunny

my precious Molly, honey suckle

rest on mummy’s bosom

as the night time worries fade away.

Springing upright, Agnes focused on the bathroom light as it pierced the darkness. 

Molly sighed.

No night time worries here.

Agnes relaxed.


Written for Friday fictioneers a writing challenge hosted by Rochelle. The picture was provided by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, the task is to write a 100 words story inspired by it. Thanks Rochelle for hosting the challenge. Thank you for stopping by… do click on the link to read other stories.

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Curiosity kills the …..

Him: Prepare the meal as I have told you and at midnight sit beneath the rock and eat it. After a fortnight watch for the bountiful harvest.

Them: bow in awe while exiting the tent.

……….

Him: take a white chicken, a piece of white cloth and chalk at high noon to the rock. Write your enemy’s name on the rock cover it the white cloth, kill the chicken and spray its blood on the cloth. By evening your enemy shall be no more.

Me smiling: does that really work?

Him: stares unamused.

Me: just wandering how the rock does it?


Written for Friday fictioneers a writing challenge hosted by Rochelle. The picture was provided by the lovely CEAyr, the task is to write a 100 words story inspired by it. Thanks Rochelle for hosting the challenge. Thank you for stopping by… do click on the link to read other stories.

Forecasting potentials

“Ohhhhh! this is just awesome…” sighing, “the potential here is just mind blowing.”

Yeap, I envision huge potentials. Potential money loss that is, accompanied by a whooping load of back breaking, spine twisting and nail ripping potential.

“You reckon we’ll be able to turn the whole lot around in four weeks?”

Yeah, I reckon we can, when fairy godmother turns up with her magic wander and shinny shoes.

“Are you still with me here? Turning around swiftly

“Errm …. yeah, yeah.”

Of-course I’m with you, do I ever have a choice otherwise?

 

 

Sarah Potter

 


Is it on?

“Am I back in?”

“Can you see me?”

Sorry not fully back, just caught a break and couldn’t afford not to wade into this lovely hoe/platform of writers. I will get round to reading others stories.

God bless.

Written for Friday fictioneers a writing challenge hosted by Rochelle. The picture was provided by the lovely Sarah Potter, the task is to write a 100 words story inspired by it. Thanks Rochelle for hosting the challenge. Thank you for stopping by… do click on the link to read other stories.

Party time

Hi,

You’re officially invited to the optical illusion masquerade. 

You’re advised to come in a costume befitting the idea of a distorted continuum. 

Epsilon will be dressed as the mad hatter.

Zeta will be coming as the March hare.

Omicron will be coming as Time.

Rho and Sigma will be the dumb twins (as per usual)

Upsilon will be there ever on time as the white rabbit.

I have taken time to explain this, please try to be a better alpha this time

granted Alice should be a bit confused but being totally clueless isn’t acceptable. 

xxx

Upsilon

PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz
Ted Strutz

Written for Friday fictioneers a writing challenge hosted by Rochelle. The picture was provided by the lovely Ted Strutz the task is to write a 100 words story inspired by it. Thanks Rochelle for hosting the challenge. Thank you for stopping by… do click on the link to read other stories.

 

Out cold

“Morning darling,”

“Morning gorgeous, off to work already?”

“You bet I am, no rest for the wicked and what not.”

Her phone rumbled with his laughter.

“Did you get any snow over there?”

“Nope! Not a speck of snow or frost in sight. Mr sunshine is basking in warmth.”

“You lucky devil.”

“Well I brought hell with me baby and your missing it.”

She smiled.

“Can you open the door for me?”

“The door …”

“Surprise!”

His smile looped into a convex shape.

“You’re in room 546 right? Come on my feet hurt.”

Hell was getting an icy makeover.

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot


Sorry I have been missing for a while now, my mind was overtaken by life.

Written for Friday fictioneers a writing challenge hosted by Rochelle. The picture was provided by the lovely Roger Bultot the task is to write a 100 words story inspired by it. Thanks Rochelle for hosting the challenge. Thank you for stopping by… do click on the link to read other stories.

The bridge

“Why’s your hair so curly?”

“I don’t know.”

That was years ago on the bus to school.

My life’s montage rolled out smoothly to the tune of such comments.

“Are you working tomorrow?”

“No,am off for two days thankfully. You?”

“No chance of that. You know what they say no rest for the wicked.”

Chuckling we said our goodbyes.

Disembarking from the train, she turned left, I turned slightly left then right.

I was, I am and will always be the one with the hazel eyes, and curls that never lied.

An unwanted bridge between the divide.

PHOTO PROMPT © C.E. Ayr


I am really sorry just realised I haven’t replied last weeks comments will go straight to it now.

Written for Friday fictioneers a writing challenge hosted by Rochelle. The picture was provided by the lovely C.E. Ayr the task is to write a 100 words story inspired by it. Thanks Rochelle for hosting the challenge. Thank you for stopping by… do click on the link to read other stories.

Show your workings.

“A sum total isn’t obtained by adding all the factors in question, it is obtained from the computation of known variables/factors. The addition of an unknown value produces a total open to further investigation, assumptions and permutations with dire consequences. However obtaining a sum total shouldn’t be the benchmark of research/inquisition, the viability and computation of your known values are very important.”

The sound of the robotic arm as it pieced the clock together filled the laboratory.

Bang!!

Large textbooks hit the desk, disturbing the air, shattering the clock piece.

“Let’s review the big bang theory.”

PHOTO PTOMPT © Lucy Fridkin


Written for Friday fictioneers a writing challenge hosted by Rochelle. The picture was provided by the lovely Lucy Fridkid the task is to write a 100 words story inspired by it. Thanks Rochelle for hosting the challenge. Thank you for stopping by… do click on the link to read other stories.

Banished

Contrary to the mainstream version of the three little pigs story, the wolf had no interest in eating the pigs. His plan, however less gruesome was still devious; he banished them to desolation behind fortified doors.

Piggy: bedmate to Lazarus

Piggylyt: floor manager robbers den.

Piggylyte: Lab assistant Merseyside morgue.

One can only imagine the chaos that ensued with the words

Lazarus come forth!

Open sesame!

And the knock knock joke by the coroner!

It was all oinks and shrieks.

As for Mr fox his inept spells has him trapped in Piggylyte stone fortress lost forever in fairytale land.

PHOTO PROMPT © CEayr


Written for Friday fictioneers a writing challenge hosted by Rochelle. The picture was provided by the lovely CEayr the task is to write a 100 words story inspired by it. Thanks Rochelle for hosting the challenge. Thank you for stopping by… do click on the link to read other stories.

Diffusion

Standing by the door “this is the last room in the palace, it is rumoured to be the kings most treasured room.”

Walking through he continued “as you can see it is different from the previous rooms, filled with colour, crystals, scented leaves, a fountain etc.”

“One would expect the room to be filled with music, however records show the only sound allowed was the trickling of water from the fountain. The room was constantly redecorated to reflect the blessing of each season in the year.”

“To what end?”

“It was believed to infuse the King with inner strength.”

PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook


Written for Friday fictioneers a writing challenge hosted by Rochelle. The picture was provided by the lovely Sandra Crook the task is to write a 100 words story inspired by it. Thanks Rochelle for hosting the challenge. Thank you for stopping by… do click on the link to read other stories.

Abide by me

Seeking to comfort my darling Caleb and to stay hopeful, I mumbled the words 

“The Lord is my shepherd I shall not want, He makes me to lie down in green pastures ..” with each word I willed God’s presence to fill our minds like it did every night as we prayed in John’s tent.

Echoing through the murky, cold tunnels of the holding dungeons,”Cease your heedless prayers woman, your god has laid you down like sheep for slaughter and Hades will eat his fill of your filthy soul.” His voice filled me with fear.

PHOTO PROMPT © Peter Abbey


Written for Friday fictioneers a writing challenge hosted by Rochelle. The picture was provided by the lovely Peter Abbey the task is to write a 100 words story inspired by it. Thanks Rochelle for hosting the challenge. Thank you for stopping by… do click on the link to read other stories.