Back this week for Friday Fictioneers, where writers are challenged to write 100 word story’s based on a picture prompt chosen by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.
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It was different from what she remembered. This was the same place the engagement party of the year, as they had called it, had taken place. He had courted her for several weeks in the same spot that was now weed-infested. They had danced under the stars and wished upon the dandelions, their love was probably the most celebrated event in all the kingdom. They were the epitome of true love and were used as examples for the younger, more volatile and brash love birds. She put the roses on his grave as she had done for the past 25 years. (101)



Friday Fictioneers is a flash fiction writing challenge to write a 100 word story based on a picture prompt. It’s hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields and today’s image is a good one. To join or read more stories click on the blue guy above. Today’s image is courtesy of Kent Bonham. Enjoy.

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courtesy of kent bonham

He looked down at the body in disgust. His faithful servant, Asgreed walked into the room, “Master. What shall I do with the poor young lady’s remains?” he asked. His Master, standing at 7 feet and a few inches which was unnatural looked at him with bloodshot eyes; stepped out of the cover of darkness, revealing his phenomenal pale skin, said to him, “The silly girl met her untimely demise because she was uncooperative. Do what we always do, feed her pitiful remains to the wolves but drain as much of her blood as you can. I still need ink.” (99)

Battered (album)

Battered (album) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Battered, bruised and beaten he had scurried away in the dark, for his life. He now knew how the three blind mice must have felt running away from the farmers wife. It was cold outside but he preferred being void of all body heat than to have his step mum butcher him and not even send his parts to his grave but probably feed his remains to the dogs. While he pondered her hatred for him, a swarm of fairies gathered round him providing light, warmth and shelter. They told him he would be great and she was only jealous.

My first 100 word story :)

 

 



Friday Fictioneers is a challenge to write a 100 word story from a picture prompt. It’s hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields and today’s image is a good one. To join or read more stories click on the blue guy above. Today’s image is courtesy of Claire Fuller. Enjoy.

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They searched everywhere in the library but it was futile. As they began to leave, the elderly female librarian called them. “Let me guess. Old Mary, the love that was written to be read.”
Brian and his sister Liz asked her what she was saying and she told them, “quite simple really, you must be one of Mary’s kids, she met your father while she was stacking books one day, fell off the ladder and right into his arms, wanted to have as many kids as there are books in the library and succeeded. You best be looking for the rest of your tribe.” She smiled.

105.

I would sincerely like to thank Joe from iamforchange.wordpress.com for the following awards and for being a truly inspirational blogger,  encouraging change one blog at a time :)

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Blog of the year award- I am truly grateful for each and everyone of these awards and now seven more things you all might not know about me.

SEVEN THINGS ABOUT ME.

  1. I enjoy singing from time to time.
  2. I enjoy dancing and love performing.
  3. I love acting especially on stage, the thrill of knowing you only have one chance to say it right excites me.
  4. I love posing for pictures, walking the runway at University hosted fashion shows and just feeling like a glam girl but most importantly promoting my culture and clothes from my country whilst doing all that.
  5. I love Adele songs and sing them as constantly as  possible.
  6. I enjoy listening to love and affection by Rihanna Ft Future.
  7. When it comes to blogging, as much as I love writing I can’t help but feel lazy sometimes.

Truthfully I need to get back on my reader feeds because I’m sure I have missed so many wonderful works by a lot of you wonderful people. However, I recently joined a group of bloggers known as the Friday Fictioneers and I absolutely love so many of the creative pieces I’ve read.

My Nominees for very inspiring blogger award.

Marisa at http://fate423.wordpress.com

http://jwdwrites.wordpress.com

http://authoremilyguido.com

http://writingbeckles.wordpress.com

http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com

http://castelsarrasin.wordpress.com

Congrats to you all and all my readers because you are the ones who encourage me to keep writing, I award you all with my sincerest gratitude, regard and love.

Camgal xx.

Really Different.

Posted: April 23, 2013 in Bite Me, Life, Poetry
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Or does the beating block out the pain and make it minute

Laying on the cold hard ground weeping

As the waters wash over the depressing sight swiftly

The words tailored into the mind and heart

The forgery and manipulation of such belief; only an art

The crowd goes wild, yes it was an outstanding act

Did you not before approaching the prey consider the skin distasteful; it’s a fact

Really different you said, not like the rest you preached

Hypocrite!

 

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When Tabbruis meets Charmeine the attraction is immediate and passionate. They are polar opposites and clash together in a strongly romantic and dramatic way. When she meets Tabbruis, Charmeine’s powers as a Light-Bearer, one who throws lightning, is triggered and grows exponentially.
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Am I high?- I ask myself

Posted: April 14, 2013 in Poetry
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So many reasons to ask this question

So many scales of the high variation

High on laughter, high on stress, so high your high is highly unstable

Begin to laugh, shout, scream, jump for joy and cry at the same time, physically able?

How?

Did you drink? smoke? did someone merely piss on your shoes?

No wait, that was all you; happy yet constantly plagued by psychological woes

Are you perfect? is there a perfect someone? why do you care about perfection that is non-existent?

Why?

All these questions buzz and swarm around like the bees that stung you just last night.

Yes these questions sting, how people will view you, if they will support you, your idea of success becomes a fright

Nightmarish and obscure as to what is really scary

So vague as to why the subject makes you wary

Life is but a cat and mouse show spinning on a merry go round

Confusing, repetitive, insane yet still completely sound

Your pillow spent the night absorbing your tears

Why you were crying no one knows and no one  cares

To say the least, all some really want to know is what’s wrong

They care not about helping to make it right

Society causes so many problems and acts like its Hollywood‘s fault

Extravagant Hollywood, the place of actors…befitting is it not?

Maybe its the songs

Having a heart attack and knowing that someone is trouble doesn’t stop you from falling in love

But it might encourage you to die lonely

Sad, alone, a dried up hag or maybe not solely

People have been through tornadoes and windstorms

Others have been through the paparazzi, some say it’s basically the same

You might wonder what all this has to do with the title

But I tell you it does, the more you think you understand the less you really do

Enjoy the things in life that are little

And then of course the answer is no.

 



This is my second time doing the Friday Fictioneers 100 word flash fiction story and I must say the picture gave me no flashes at first lol. Definitely a challenge picked carefully by the hostess and owner of rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com. Thank you for reading and if you want more short stories click on the blue guy above :)

Copyright- Sandra Crook

Copyright- Sandra Crook

They had reached the top of the hill and arrived at the front steps to his house.

“Dad”, little Michael started, ” what’s that rusty old bike doing on Uncle’s door step?”

His father chuckled lightly, “well, my boy I never told you this but your Uncle was once the legendary ghost rider. Come rain, snow or sunshine, he was a fiery enforcer of justice. Looking into the souls of men and frightening their demons right out of them. In those days, his glance alone petrified even the sons of the devil himself. However with love comes redemption and that bike was your uncle’s trusty steed which he named Old Johnny”. (109)

“Jenna”, he called out softly to his young, beautiful dying wife. “You are my sun, which my earthly heart revolves around. Nothing I say can stop you from dying but the very last moments of a person’s existence should be spent listening to how much they meant to their loved ones.”

“Richard, I know you love your wife, even after just five years of marriage so I want to tell you about the tree of life…”, his mother said

50 years later… “That kids is the reason your mother and I have lived together in love and happiness.” All his kids responded, “The tree of life, rewarding true love with long life.”