It’s that time again. Friday Fictioneers led by Rochelle at Write a 100 word story inspired by the photo prompt :) and if you want to join in or read more wonderful stories click on the little blue guy and head over to Rochelle’s page.

Studio Lights from Kent

Copyright- Kent Bonham

Death in one act.

Did ya hear what happen’d?”, he said with the excitement every gossiper had when ready to spread.

“What?”, she said irritatedly.

“Madam is dead. I said ‘er actin’ would do ‘er in. No one believed it but it done did ‘er in it had.”, he said slightly more afraid of what he was saying.

“Dairyman, what are you saying for heavens sake?”, she asked now a bit annoyed

“It were in the drawin’ room. Lights ev’ryw’ere and then it come on ‘er like rain. All the lights came plunk on ‘er head.”, he spat out

“Good, leave.”, she said smiling.




First off, I want to quickly drop a line and acknowledge that March 15th was my blog’s two year anniversary! Moving on.

Friday Fictioneers is here again, led by Rochelle at

Each writer posts a 100 word story in either prose or verse, based on the photo prompt. To join the fun or read more fantastic stories, click on the blue guy below.

Copyright-John Nixon


Copyright- John Nixon

The Woods

Round and round and around they went

Kept on running until their energy was spent

Tiring was the act of running for one’s life

But with choices so bleak, it was definitely better than necks slit carefully by a pen knife


They were warned, warned and warned sternly

That the woods were more brutal than friendly

Woe was them if only they had listened

The woods filled with the sweat and blood of others was the secret to how the leaves glistened


Many a passerby hardly made it through

Oddly death in the woods made it more seductive to screw.



Copyright - Danny Bowman

Copyright- Danny Bowman

Welcome to Friday fictioneers, hosted by rochelle at, where writers produce 100 word stories in verse or prose based on a photo prompt. To read more stories or join the fun click on the blue guy below.


All this negative energy was why she needed her negative space

Chasing the positive energy felt like a never ending race

Though they set the pace, she chose her moves case by case

Her reasoning was case-based and she thoroughly enjoyed the chase


Constantly seeking a purpose

Self-loathing, headaches and repose

Hate was energy draining she could suppose

The organization, when she got back she would expose


Candid trepidation

Hostile indignation

Darkness looming at the back of her mind

Uncertainty taunting her from behind


Without a friend and all foes

She’d forever be on her toes

As it settled


Emptiness. (100)




Red streaks across the soft cold white surface

Piercing blue unblinking eyes

The moon shining upon her palish blue face

He ponders as the blood dries


She wasn’t supposed to die

What accursed virus had they injected him with

The idiots had told him a blatant lie

He felt like an undead piece of filth


Drako had only tried to turn her

Blood rushing down his throat all a blur till it was no more

Chopped off her head he had, right from her shoulder

He would burn her body, hunt the bastards down and even the score

Vengeful snow day. (101)




Posted: February 28, 2014 in Life, Poetry
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Endless light and love

We cry when we’re sad

We smile when we’re happy

We get tense when we’re mad

Sometimes we hurt so much I know it’s crappy


Despite what we think

Tears are beautiful

When we feel our life slowly sink

Tears are honest and truthful


Real tears reflect pain, sorrow and sometimes joy

Crying and laughing are equally healthy

Real tears do not destroy

Crying is merely part of humanity


Never feel ashamed to shed a few tears..

Copyright -Sandra Crook

Copyright- Sandra Cook

Photo prompt, 100 word story, flash fiction- led by Rochelle at Always a pleasure each week and to read more stories or join the fun click on the little blue guy.

Hey there.

Six years ago she left him to get an education abroad. Her father had thought and indeed had prophesied that he would never be worthy of her love but Mariah had never stopped hoping and praying that Collins would prove him wrong. She had kept track of his progress over the years, watching him develop from a young farm boy to a tall, intelligent and handsome medical doctor. Her father had probably never anticipated that Collins would be the one to save him from his first encounter with death. She turned, winked, smiled and said, “Hey there.”  (97)





2.    Everything around you that you call life was made up by people that were no smarter than you, and you can change it, you can influence it, you can build your own things that other people can use.

3. Here’s to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The trouble-makers. The round pegs in the square holes. The ones who see things differently…they change things. They push the human race forward. And while some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius. (quotes from forbes)

Change is beckoning to us, let’s choose to answer wisely.

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Award time

Posted: February 23, 2014 in Announcement, Award
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Thank you BA at for this award which makes me and many people laugh when comparing it to the stories I have been posting of late. :) Thank you for looking at the personality in my stories rather than at the gloom that clouds them most times.

I would like to nominate the following bloggers with this lovely award:

  1. J.D. Gallagher
  2. Helena Hann-Basquiat (my favourite Dilettante)
  3. Landoffun
  4. Emily Guido
  5. KZ- theeclecticeccentricshopaholic
  6. AnElephant
  7. silentlyheardonce
  8. Riya Anne
  9. Nadig
  10. The imaginator

The rules:

  • Display the award on your blog.
  • Announce your win with a post and thank the blogger(s) who awarded you.
  • Present 10 deserving bloggers with the award - “who positively and creatively inspire others in the blogosphere.”
  • Link your awardees in the post and let them know of their being awarded.
  • Write 10 interesting things about you

Interesting things about

  • Leather and I are the best of friends
  • House of Cards is becoming my life
  • I secretly like Politics now
  • My bestfriend is my Mother
  • People think I am at least 5 years older than I really am
  • Dread is becoming my middle name; it used to be lovable
  • Honesty is my policy but since I’m human, when it suits me :)
  • I want to be a motivational speaker and model but most importantly a good role model
  • I am a careful, calculating but spontaneous person…is that possible?
  • I have switched from Coca Cola addiction to Mello Yello


Friday Fictioneers- 100 word flash fiction challenge based on photo prompts led by Rochelle at all are welcome to join or read more fabulous stories by clicking on the blue guy before the story.

Copyright - David Stewart

Copyright- David Stewart


Loving silently

Waiting patiently

Hoping desperately

Holding back the tears continuously


Fighting incessantly

Facing a harsh reality

Pleading, begging, barely coherent

Hate in her sobs were inherent


Pride and person tarnished

Reputation and career finished

Guilt and pain on her heart embellished

She deserved it all for the way her best friend perished


The bell rang summoning everyone mourning Tracy’s death

The hypocrites had all wanted this yet they showed her their wrath

She had fulfilled their darkest wish, but they chose to pretend it was never their path

She would hang for a death well served.