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This week’s Fiction Friday prompt:

A covert trip into an attic reveals something unexpected.

I felt the need to pay homage to my favorite author again in this week’s Fiction Friday story. I have been wanting to write a story about this very subject for some time and I don’t know, it just seemed to fit.

And this is what I threw together.

This week’s Fiction Friday prompt:

Pick two established characters, either from your own work or others’. Now write the scene/story of their meeting.

I had loads of fun with this prompt, writing it during two lunch breaks and finishing it up tonight. This is by far my longest Fiction Friday story to date. The character William Storey is one of my own creation, from The Tale of William Storey found in Seven Days of Terror – sorry, you’ll have to buy the book if you want to read it. I decided it would be fun to have him meet my favorite Stephen King character, Roland of Gilead of the Dark Tower series.

This week’s Fiction Friday prompt:

Use a McGuffin in your story.

McGuffin: An object or person in a movie that has no use other than to drive the narrative forward. (originally coined by Alfred Hitchcock)

examples: The Maltese Falcon in the movie of the same name; the suitcase in Pulp Fiction

This is a new one for me; I’ve never written anything like this before. And I must admit, writing a McGuffin into the story is harder than it seems. I didn’t know exactly what to do with it, but I gave it a whirl anyway.

This week’s Fiction Friday prompt:
In her right hand a woman holds a loaded gun, in her left, a coin that just came up ‘tails’…NOW WRITE…

This week’s Fiction Friday prompt:
Write about a man with an impossibly bad streak of luck on his birthdays, who, as his 40th birthday approaches, is scared of what might happen.

This week’s Fiction Friday prompt:
Include a telepathic parrot in your story.

I had loads of fun with this prompt. All of this story is true, drawing from a day spent on our vacation last week at the beach, except for the event at the very end. I enjoyed writing it; I hope you enjoy reading it.

This week’s Fiction Friday prompt:
Include this in your story: “I wish he’d knock on my door instead……..”

Jan Weathers is a voyeur. Her neighbor across the hall in 2D, Carrie – Jan never knew her last name – was a sultry twenty-three-year-old brunette that worked in Human Resources at the Serendipity building downtown.  Quite often, men of great beauty would knock on Carrie’s door and because of Jan’s curious nature, a small camera with a side-shot lens had been installed above her own door, pointed directly at Carrie’s.  Perhaps only a handful of gentleman callers wondered who it was that lived in 2E; what job they held; what social stature; what level of wealth they had to necessitate a camera pointing at their front door. What none of them ever realized was that they were the ones being watched. Jan likes to record these men and later use them as objects of her desires.  Carrie could fuck them; Jan had to settle for masturbating over their images freeze-framed on the television set in her bedroom.

This week’s Fiction Friday prompt:
A Coming of Age Tale

Marty lounged in front of the crackling fire in his new folding fabric and aluminum chair; a plate in his lap; his legs crossed before him with his boots propped up on the rocks of the fire ring. Enjoying the warmth in his toes while the rest of his body bathed comfortably in the cool night air, he failed to notice the soles of his brand new boots beginning to melt.

This week’s Fiction Friday prompt:
A writer’s computer begins to flash messages on its screen, as if trying to communicate.

As Allen McCann – yes, Allen McCann the famous author – sat in the plush high-back chair in front of his antique roll-top desk staring blankly into the screen of his notebook computer, a trail of smoke from the Camel in the marble ashtray next to his mouse wisped up and caught him in the eye. Although a seasoned smoker, the smoke still stung his eyes and he avoided it at all costs. This night his mind was on other things; the deadline for his fourth novel Erotic Demons was coming up and he was only thirty thousand words in – the contract called for a minimum of fifty. The sudden pain snapped him out of his trance – he winced, leaned back in his chair, and threw his head back with his hands over his face.

This week’s challenge:
A boy and his father awaken early to watch the sunrise from their mountain campsite, but they begin to panic when the sky remains dark long into the afternoon.

“Kyle” he whispered as he nudged his son in the dark tent under the soft glow of the battery powered lantern hanging from the roof of the tent. It was 5:00 a.m. by the tattered old Seiko – damn watch had been through hell and back, but no matter how much abuse he gave it, it kept right on ticking – on Mark’s wrist and they had planned to wake early to catch breakfast and watch the sun rise before they spent the day fishing for trout in the remote mountain lake.