This week’s Fiction Friday prompt: In most parts of the world, Halloween is celebrated – in some form or another – this weekend. Your challenge this week is to write a horror scene ( or something horrific) using a wet noodle, a styrofoam cup and a feather. Carrie stood on the dock, grayed by the decades of sun and peppered with ancient termite holes. The waves lapped gently against the barnacled pilings as she stared silently out at the mist thickening at the center of the lake. In one hand, a Styrofoam cup with a ribbon of steam rising from its rim. In the other, the picture of the swallow sitting in the olive tree she snapped as a child. A shiver inched its way through her body as she realized … Read entire article »

This week’s Fiction Friday prompt: Include this theme in your story… After a long night, a hunter sees something he/she cannot believe. Lewis – Lew to all his friends and family, should it please you (and it should) – awoke that fateful Saturday morning to an icy, crisp, refreshing fall air. Finding comfort in the sandwich of goose down in his plush, new sleeping bag, he laid silently, looking upward through the mesh skylight of his tent at the morning sky. The puffs of steam escaping his lips reminded him of a time when his own father would take him camping as a child. He needed the escape. Seventy – six hours since Monday working the Collari case drained him. Friday morning Lewis – Lew should it please you – kissed his … Read entire article »

This week’s Fiction Friday prompt: What is your Characters Very Mild SuperPowers? Click this link to listen to the song for inspiration. Erica scanned the horizon as she sped along the desert floor toward Reno, the cacti and brush a blur beneath her. She relished the wind in her hair and her recently discovered ability to fly. It made for wonderful weekend jaunts that she came to love. On this particular weekend she intended to try her hand at gambling with the unexpected bonus she found on her desk on Friday.  In the distance she could make out the glimmering reflections of automobiles crossing her path ahead. She knew she had to be cautious; she had already had many encounters with trees. Drawing near, she saw a bus coming from her … Read entire article »

This week’s Fiction Friday prompt: Your Main Character is a time traveler. He/She arrives at a destination but not all is as expected…. Roger Noland rubbed his eyes as the bright glimmering purple sheath faded before him, in awe of what his eyes were seeing. He found himself standing at the foot of a massive skyscraper, surrounded by other skyscrapers. Although the sun was high in the sky above, he felt cold and lonely in the shadows of these old steel and concrete monstrosities. Seemingly ancient, rusted automobiles sat idly in the streets, the majority of them retaining hints of their former selves in tiny patches of faded yellow paint. Green veins of brilliant green grasses, where the asphalt had long since cracked, snaked their ways down the streets as far … Read entire article »

This week’s Fiction Friday prompt: “Lonely in Paradise” Being my first week in culinary school and being saddled with a large amount of work for next week, I almost didn’t participate this week. However, during lunch today I decided I would try something similar to a story I did a while back wherein I wrote it in three paragraphs. I thought it would be fun to try and outdo myself this time and here is the result: my one paragraph Fiction Friday story. Enjoy! She scanned her eyes across the horizon, periodically turning her head for signs of life on that long, desolate stretch of beach yet found nothing. She sat silently upon a rock outcropping between the water and the edge of the forest amid a sea of glimmering sand, donning nothing … Read entire article »

This week’s Fiction Friday prompt: Use this lyric from Shore Leave to flavour your story: “Hong Kong drizzle on Cuban heels” Note: Shore Leave is a song by Tom Waits. Look him up. If you like the blues, you’ll appreciate his music. I wasn’t really feeling this prompt, and I have three endings to write for my part of the CYOA book I’m collaborating on that are due tomorrow, but I decided I’d go ahead and go for it anyway. Oh, and New2WritingGirl, this one is for you. Tom Waits’s growling voice flowed from the juke box through the bar, “Hong Kong drizzle on Cuban heels” sticking in his mind like one of those songs you wish to forget but can’t; the song that incessantly plays in your head that drives you all … Read entire article »

This week’s Fiction Friday prompt: Why did the Tooth Fairy fail to deliver coins one evening? Flipping the switch on the siren, I tapped the brakes, rolled cautiously through the intersection of Twelfth and Oakwood, slammed the accelerator and watched through my periphery as the speedometer in my cruiser climbed steadily upward. My reds and blues flashed back at me tauntingly from the storefront windows that lined the street, as if to say “hey wait! The emergency’s right here. Where are you going?” I received the call as I was sitting in the drive-thru ordering my dinner – a young woman’s body had been found in the park over on Eighth Street – and I found myself, of course, angered at yet another break ruined by the scum of society I … Read entire article »