It’s that time of the week again – when I flex my fiction muscle. The usual rules apply, the photo copyright belongs to Madison Woods. If you’d like to find out more about what Friday Fictioneers is and how to get involved, you just need to follow the instructions on Ms Rochelle’s site for more info.
It’s been just over a couple of years since I last participated in Friday Fictioneers with it’s challenge of the 100 word short story. It’s great to see Rochelle Wiseoff-Fields is still hosting the whole shebang. The usual rules apply, the photo copyright belongs to GL MacMillan. If you’d like to find out more about what Friday Fictioneers is and how to get involved, you just need to follow the instructions on Ms Rochelle’s site for more info.
Once upon a time there was a man who had a secret recipe that turned chicken into the best meal in the world. Despite his ability to make chicken taste so wonderful that people salivated at the mere mention of his name, he had yet to earn a penny. He was became sadder and sadder and as he trudged the streets he got thinner and thinner. It seemed no-one wanted to buy his chicken recipe and he despaired of ever changing the taste-buds of the world.
If you head to the woods you’d spot it immediately, there on the left hand side of the path that brushes past the briars. It’s only tiny, easily missed if you don’t know where to look, but once you see it you never forget.
It’s that time of the week again, it’s time for Friday Fictioneers and the challenge of the 100 word short story. I’d like to thank Rochelle Wiseoff-Fields for hosting the whole shebang again and also Jennifer Pendergast who provided the photograph. The usual rules apply, the photo belongs to Jennifer and it is her copyright. If you’d like to find out more about what Friday Fictioneers is and how to get involved, you just need to follow the instructions on Ms Rochelle’s site for more info.
Okay folks, well it’s time for the fun that is Friday Fictioneers ….! Ta Da! Once again I’d like to say a huge thank you to the amazing Ms Rochelle for organising the event. If anyone is new to the capers, then you really do need to head on over to her place at Addicted to Purple and find out how to join in. I’d also like to say thanks to Janet Webb for providing us with such a fab piccie to work with. The usual rules apply, the copyright is Janet’s and shouldn’t be used in any context other than this without her express permission. And so, on to my contribution itself…
Tis Friday and once again Ms Rochelle has set us a challenge of coming up with a 100 word story to fit the picture below. The image is courtesy of Rich Voza (nice one Rich), you’ll remember him from his Thursday Throng author interview last month. It’s his copyright so play fair and if you’d like to know more about how to get involved, well just haul yourself over to Ms Rochelle’s website and join in the fun.
Once again it is time to enter the melee that is Friday Fictioneers; once again I will be stunned by the variety of offerings my fellow participants share and once again I will be inspired by them, intrigued by them, amused by them and fall in love with them.
The usual rules apply. The photograph is copyright to Claire Fuller so please don’t use it without her permission. It’s 100 words, give or take the odd character and thanks go to Rochelle the Wise for organising the high jinks.
I’ve been absent from Friday Fictioneers since October last year, but I realised I’d missed everyone and all the stories; I also found that I missed exercising my fiction muscles. So here we go. The usual rules apply, the copyright to the photo belongs to Roger Cohen and if you would like to tell me what you think about my story, comments are always appreciated. Finally, if you’d like to get involved, pop along to Rochelle Wisoff Fields website for all the details.
Tom pulled the bedroom door gently closed behind him, not wishing to wake anyone at such an early hour.
He prided himself on his consideration for others, constantly checking and re checking that he was not causing a problem or offence to anyone who came within his vicinity. He was the type who would dry himself in the shower or bath before stepping on to the bath mat so the next person would have a dry mat to themselves.