Jesus slid open the sash window and vaulted lightly over the sill onto the ironwork beyond. He could feel the shuddering continue through the soles of his pristine sneakers as he quietly closed the window, fading out the sound of his parents’ argument.
It begins with the cat. Tail curling, back arching, its proprietorial pavement strut a provocation too far for the watching mongrel stray. Flea-bitten and wretched, but still dog enough to take up the chase, he races across the street.
Welcome to this week’s offering for Friday Fictioneers. The task is to come up with a story in 100 words or less using the picture as a prompt. My story is below, I hope you enjoy it. At the bottom of the story is a link where you kind find other people’s stories to read. […]
“You mean I just sign that, and I’ll be able to walk again?” Linda rolled the wheelchair forwards and picked up the contract. “How much is this gonna cost me?” The salesman smiled, “not a penny in this life ma’am, we collect post-mortem.” “From my estate?” “You could put it that way.” “Well, I guess […]
Mulligan strode over, engulfing the suspect bush in a jet of orange flame. It screamed and writhed, curling and withering before its root-legs could carry it to safety.
Scooby and the gang eyed the van salesman suspiciously, something didn’t add up. The Mystery Machine was a right-off and they’d been lucky to escape with their lives!
Here is my first Podcast story in print, for those of you who prefer the written word to the spoken word. If you stumbled across this page and would like to hear the podcast version, you can find a link after the story. Flipflop – by James Dunford Ljubica Marić felt a familiar knot in […]
Well, I haven’t completely gotten over how much I hate hearing my voice on a recording, but I have at least discovered that I find it less awful when I use a better quality microphone. Below the image is a link to my first podcast, a five minute reading of a short story I entered […]
“We should get someone out to fix it, Mum and Dad will be here in a few hours.” “Honey every couple fight sometimes, we’ll tell them it was an accident.” It was an accident, I meant to hit you!” “Well, then it’s a good job your aim is as bad as your temper.” “Maybe, but […]
Agent Stark smiled, crossed his legs and turned the page on his newspaper as Illinois blurred into Wisconsin through the grubby Hiawatha window. “Relax Trivet, we never lost a witness yet.”