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!
“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.”
Photo Copyright – Nick Allen “Take a good look, Owen,” said the cop. “If you see the right one just tap it carefully on the handle.” Owen scratched his salt and pepper stubble and squinted at the line of oil cans. His eyes came to rest on a pale blue oiler with a long, narrow […]
“Do you remember our first date?” she asked, as they admired the waterfall.
“Of course,” he smiled, “it was right here. You got drunk and nearly drowned.”
“I couldn’t swim, you saved my life. I felt…”
“Indebted to me?” he grinned.