The Band is With Me! – Sunday Photo Fiction – 10/22/17

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Julius sighed with satisfaction as he listened to the playback of his latest work. Well, he thought, more like our work. Even now he found it surreal to be part of a “we”. For years he’d spun around the circuit in his 1974 Peugeot. The car was a classic before his music. Oh the bars he’d played just to collect enough money to keep it running from stop to stop.

How could he have ever imagined what he enjoyed now, a bus capable of hauling the sixteen members of his entourage, including the band, back-up singers and crew?

“Hey Julius, how come you never opine about the good ol’ days?” his young drummer shouted over his own rhythmic rattling on a window.

Julius thought for a few moments, drawing a repeat query from the young man who stopped his noise-making, thinking his leader couldn’t hear.

“There was a moment or two,” Julius said with a small smile. “But I like now so much better.”

 

 

Sunday Photo Fiction – 10-22-17

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My Big Brother Made Me Do It – Friday Fictioneers – 10-20-17

 

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Willie wasn’t very thrilled about the concept of a little brother. Then his friends at school explained how he could redirect the wrath of his parents for his mischief to the new progeny who enjoyed boundless grace. From that moment Willie saw an avenue to increase the mischief quotient exponentially.

“You see that limb?” Willie asked Kenny. “We want it to bounce off.”

Willie smiled as his brother practiced and perfected the method.

Soon his  least favorite teacher approached, so he urged Kenny to try again. By now Kenny was nearly expert.

“OWWW!” they heard someone scream.

“Run!” Willie advised.

 


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I hope you will all permit a brief commercial, but I would like to get all the fiction lovers to join me in a Christmas themed 7 day flash fiction serial. I will post a theme and you will have 7 days of 1,000 words to build your story. It will start on December 12 (mainly because I will be out of the country the first ten days of December). If interested please let me know.

 

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All or Nothing – Flash fiction for Aspiring Writers – 10/10/17

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Penelope’s heart sunk when they approached the door. This was the last known safe haven for miles and the coding was clear, there was only space for three more souls here.

Jerome saw her face, so he immediately tried to reassure her. He pointed at the smiley face with an optimistic tone from his lips. “I see four!”

“They were rushing!” Penelope said through tears. She looked at her small children whom she huddled closer to her body. “It’s all of us or none,” she declared.

Jerome knocked at the door with the rhythmic combination last communicated.

 

 

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers – 10/17/17


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I hope you will all permit a brief commercial, but I would like to get all the fiction lovers to join me in a Christmas themed 7 day flash fiction serial. I will post a theme and you will have 7 days of 1,000 words to build your story. It will start on December 12 (mainly because I will be out of the country the first ten days of December). If interested please let me know.

 

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Ah, The Romantic Gesture – Sunday Photo Fiction – 10/15/17

 

 

 

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James knew this would be the kind of romantic gesture Ann would treasure in her heart forever. No amount of begging and pleading, threatening or scheming was enough to convince her mother she should stay in Ireland to be his bride. Her tears had shattered his heart and stoked his resolve.

Scaling the ship in the dark had been a treacherous adventure, especially with the choppy sea around the dock. But now he was safely hidden in the lifeboat, where he hoped he could remain hidden until the ship was too far to turn back for the home port.

Ann finished her impassioned plea with the words ever parents knows, but fears they will hear: “I am old enough to make my own mistakes, if that is what this really is!” With that she gripped the handles on her bags and pushed her way past the last few passengers waiting to board the ship.

As she walked down the gangway to exit the ship she wondered where she should go first to find James.

Sunday Photo Fiction – 10-15-17

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That Bird Sounds Like My Wife – Friday Fictioneers – 10-13-17

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Doug loved birds from his youth. He was fascinated by them. The way they could fly was so thrilling. But he disliked their shrill sound. Years of schooling in ornithology prepared him to change the one negative.

Some called him a monster. But Doug persisted, just wanting to fully enjoy his passion.

“Subject number 99762P. Let’s see what you have little fellow,” Doug said to the latest test subject.

“Who do you think you are messing with my voice!”

Doug’s shock nearly allowed him to miss his wife’s uproarious laughter. She had hid a tiny speaker under the bird’s wing.


 

I hope you will all permit a brief commercial, but I would like to get all the fiction lovers to join me in a Christmas themed 7 day flash fiction serial. I will post a theme and you will have 7 days of 1,000 words to build your story. It will start on December 12 (mainly because I will be out of the country the first ten days of December). If interested please let me know.

 

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Barging Through – Flash fiction for Aspiring Writers – 10/10/17

 

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No one would ever suspect the barge. Hundreds of barges traveled the channel ever day. Even if the police suspected this means they could never check every single one. A plan came together quicker than anyone could imagine and the waiting game began.  There would be one hundred twenty-three anxious minutes to stomach before the precious cargo would be safe.

“This is an ingenious plan!” Artie declared.

“I will let you know my feelings in one hundred twenty-four minutes,” Wesley said.

 

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I hope you will all permit a brief commercial, but I would like to get all the fiction lovers to join me in a Christmas themed 7 day flash fiction serial. I will post a theme and you will have 7 days of 1,000 words to build your story. It will start on December 12 (mainly because I will be out of the country the first ten days of December). If interested please let me know.

 

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An Expensive Case of Mistaken Identity – Sunday Photo Fiction – 10/08/17

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It took too many years for Wilson to get over the tumultuous result of his last attempt to create the ultimate blockbuster. What he imagined as the film that would be forever loved and remembered instead was the biggest stain on his otherwise remarkable cinematic legacy.

A new young studio head wanted to be famous, so he was willing to role the dice with Wilson. An Egyptian mummy flick seemed the right vehicle.

“This has to be right!” Wilson declared as he set up the penultimate scene, where his hero smashes the Egyptian relic and frees his damsel that was trapped within. “We only have one of these and it would take too long to get another.

“Uh, sir?” Dobson interrupted for the eightieth time today.

“Not now Dobson, let’s do this!”

“But sir!” Dobson persisted.

“I said not now! And . . .ACTION!”

The scene progressed just the way Wilson had it in his mind, complete with a dramatic destruction of the Egyptian artifact. Wilson imagined the feeling of mounting the stage for his first directing Oscar.

“SIR!” Dobson shouted.

“Yes, Dobson, what is it?”

Dobson pointed at the invoice that came with the Egyptian piece. Instead of saying Hollywood Movie Props, Inc it said Egyptian Museum of Antiquity.

“OH NO, NOT AGAIN!” Wilson screamed.

 

 

Sunday Photo Fiction – 10-08-17

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Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Rodeo

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Greetings to all my fellow Flash Fiction lovers. If you are looking for another vehicle to stretch your writing chops you have found it here. Carrot Ranch is hosting the first of eight Flash Fiction contests in October. I am a day past the official kickoff, but never fear, you have until October 10th to join in.

Earlier this week I was thrilled to receive the news that I was elected to Congress! Well, thankfully not our U.S. Congress, because that is one more mess. No, the Congress of which I speak is the Congress of Rough Writers, an esteemed group of wordsmiths from around the world specifically recruited to represent the Carrot Ranch.  As A Rough Writer it is my duty to spread the word about the writing possibilities at the ranch.

The first contest, which is hosted by Norah Colvin, who hails from the Land Down Under, is called When I Grow Up. Basically you will use 100 words to do the following: Cast yourself back to six years of age, knowing what you do of life in the present; what would you want to be when you grow up and how would you go about achieving that goal? Tell us in 100 words, no more no less. It can be real or imaginary, serious or light-hearted. Extra points for comparing it to your childhood choice, if you remember it.

I am going to post the link tot he page here: When I Grow Up

But now I will put together my response. It will not see this blog until the day the judging results are announced, but I hope you will check back then.

Late For Your own Engagement Jilly – Friday Fictioneers – 10-06-17

 

 

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It was the perfect place, and the perfect time. He even had Uncle Ted’s blessing, not just to use the boat, but to ask the girl. Uncle Ted had been his replacement family after the awful incident that claimed his parents. Yes, it would be perfect. . . if Jilly was on time.

To say she could be late was like saying a turtle could beat a hare, but probably wouldn’t. Kyle had studied the moon rise chart for weeks, hoping to mitigate Jilly’s lateness and still have the moon when he proposed.

He checked his watch as the orb moved upward.


 

 

 

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