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#FridayFictioneers is a weekly flash-fiction challenge hosted on the blog of Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.  Each week, she posts a photo prompt for which those interested write 100-word [or so] stories to post on their own blogs.

This week’s prompt was the following photo:

#FridayFictioneers

Here is my 100-word story based upon the prompt:

Constructive criticism welcomed.

“Hey, your camera takes great videos.  Are these from your trip?”

“Yeah.  I got the camera just before I left and I’m glad I did.  Even though it’s so small, the pictures and videos are excellent.  I used it all through the Holy- Week festivities they had.”

“So I see.  Even right down to these lilies in your room.”

“What lilies?”

“These lilies in your window.”

“Let me see that.  Wait!  Where did THEY come from?  This is the video I took through our hotel- room window the morning of Easter Sunday.  There weren’t any lilies there – only the skyline.”

 

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#FridayFictioneers is a weekly flash-fiction challenge hosted on the blog of Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.  Each week, she posts a photo prompt for which those interested write 100-word [or so] stories to post on their own blogs.

This week’s prompt was the following photo:

#FridayFictioneers

Here is my 125-word story based upon the prompt:

Constructive criticism welcomed.

“How did I get HERE?” he wondered.

Staring at the spiral before him, he realised that it was his only way out.  He could see no doors, no windows and no other exit from the strange, twisting passage.

Cautiously, he tested the first step, making sure of his foothold before completely moving onto it.

It held steady.  He tried the next.

It was safe, as well.

Gaining confidence and no longer fearing the structure, he now revelled in his adventure – hopping and jumping down the rest of the steps.

Finally reaching the bottom of his winding descent, the sand flea emerged from the chambered nautilus, safely reaching the beach before another wave picked him up and, this time, propelled him away from the washed-up shell.

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The prompt for this week’s #FridayFictioneers was the following photo:

#FridayFictioneers

Here is my 100-word story based upon the prompt:

Constructive criticism welcomed.

The sun hadn’t risen yet, but people were already gathering for the Red Bull Flugtag.  One concession stand was already open, selling the inevitable flying toys, as well as sunglasses for those who, upon arriving at the event, realised they had forgotten theirs.

Something was different though – something that nobody expected.

The owner of the booth was not just a vendor, but also one of the Flugtag entrants.  When his name was announced, he pressed a button and all who wore the purchased sunglasses levitated, without warning, from their seats, circled around the venue and returned.

Toys that fly? Indeed.

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The prompt for this week’s #FridayFictioneers was the following photo:

#FridayFictioneers

Here is my 100-word story based upon the prompt:

Constructive criticism welcomed.

Mythos Insectus

A damselfly decided to take a break from her midday flight.  It was a beautiful day and she wanted to avail herself of some of the local produce, so she perched warily upon the husk of a discarded melon.

Seeing her from high above, a dragonfly began preparations for his own lunch as he started to descend towards his prey.

His plans were not realised, however.  Before the dragonfly could reach the damselfly, a St.-Georgefly intercepted and impaled him.

The rescued damselfly, having endured too much excitement for one afternoon, flew off to seek a quieter, safer place to relax.

 

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The prompt for this week’s #FridayFictioneers was the following photo:

#FridayFictioneers

Here is my 100-word story based upon the prompt:

“What happened?  They’re all gone?  All that’s left are some bits and pieces.”

“Okay, mate, let me see if I’ve got this right: you released all the animals into ‘ere, last night, because you wanted to keep ‘em safe?”

“Yes.  That’s right.”

“And today the lot of ‘em ‘ave been destroyed, though you believed you ‘ad kept ‘em away from any possible ‘arm?”

“Yes.  How could anyone or anything possibly get at them without also getting injured?”

“Well, mate, just as you shouldn’t ‘ave a fox guard an ‘en ‘ouse, you shouldn’t ‘ave barbed wire protect a balloon-animal collection!”

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Although #ThursThreads entries are usually posted on Siobhan Muir’s blog, I had so much fun with this week’s prompt that I felt like posting it here, as well, with a little more information.

#ThursThreads is a weekly, flash-fiction challenge, of 100-250 words, that uses a line from the previous week’s winning story as the prompt.  In this case, the prompt was “Vines climbed over and through the wrecks” and it could be used anywhere within the story.

That prompt immediately brought Percy Bysshe Shelley’s poem “Ozymandias” to my mind.  Since that’s one of my favourite poems of all time, I decided to craft my own version of it, containing the prompt line.

For those of you who may not be familiar with the original poem, here it is:

Ozymandias

by Percy Bysshe Shelley

I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: `Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear —
“My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!”
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.’

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Here, then, is my version for #ThursThreads

A Pirate’s “Ozymandias”

A tourist visited a distant isle
and said: “Two ships lay broken on that shore,
their hulls and timbers rotting in a pile
as wind and waves cause them to crumble more.

For many years they were a deadly team
that terrorised the merchants on the main.
One blocked the bow, one fired upon the beam
with cannonballs that split the masts in twain.

They bore their names on dulling, brazen plaques,
proclaiming that they ruled the seven seas
and all should live in fear of their attacks,
but what I saw looked more like gutted trees.

While sand and seaweed covered once-proud decks,
gulls and vines climbed over and through the wrecks.”

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The prompt for this week’s #FridayFictioneers was the following photo:

#FridayFictioneers

Here is my 100-word story based upon the prompt:

With his back broken from the fall, Ben could do nothing but stare at the cool, clear water that trickled down from above.

“Ron can’t help me now,” he thought, “and I sure as hell can’t help him.  He’ll probably be down here soon, too.”

The deal had gone horribly wrong.  It had never even been a deal to start with, but a trap.  Ben and his brother had fallen for it.

“What will happen to Olivia and Ginnie?  What about Bernice and Ron’s son?”

The droplets changed from clear to crimson.  Ron would not be joining him.  Not here.

 

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