Friday Fictioneers: What he can get away with…


PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson
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What do you see # 133 – The Story of Us


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What do you see # 126 – Romantic Gesture


Image credit; Matt Barringer @ Unsplash
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What do you see # 127 – Another Love Story


Photo by Yana Hurskaya on Unsplash
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#Writephoto – Sparks Fly


Bridge – Image by KL Caley
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#Writephoto – At Last Reunited


Boats – Image by KL Caley

Trevor has been coming to this side of the docks every day for the last year, always hoping he would spot her boat but deep down, he knew she’s never coming back.

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Friday Fictioneers: The Customer


PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.

“Um, Miss?”

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Friday Fictioneers: Belle


PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook

“Is it Halloween already?” I watch the truck full of hay bales rolls through the normally tiny sleepy French town.

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Friday Fictioneers: Blind Dates


PHOTO PROMPT© Lisa Fox

“I had a great night,” I say with a smile glued my face.

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#Writephoto – The Prince that Ran Away


The Tower – KL Caley

Hands on his knees, the prince panted breathlessly. Boy, I must be more out of shape than I realized. He thought and glanced behind him proudly. He smiled. 10 miles hike, not bad for an out of shape guy.

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Friday Fictioneers: Soulmates


PHOTO PROMPT © CEAyr

I am the epitome of true love. For almost 25 years, he had dominated my dreams. Whenever I closed my eyes, I could see him in my dreams. Whenever I looked up at the stars, his face would be the only one I saw.

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Sunday Writing Prompt – A Story of Love


In the spirit of Valentine’s Day, this week’s MMLM Sunday Writing Prompt is “A Story of Love.

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Friday Fictioneers: Secret Admirer


PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

“Tell me how you find these again?” Jen asked. Continue reading “Friday Fictioneers: Secret Admirer”

Sunday Photo Fiction: When Self-talker Meets Girl


Photo Credit: John Brand

Harry sprinted up the stairs and back down a moment later. Continue reading “Sunday Photo Fiction: When Self-talker Meets Girl”

Sunday Photo Fiction: Painful Hallucinations


Photo Credit: Susan Spaulding

As his consciousness surfaced, Jack opened his eyes to see a woman smiling back at him. He gasped, “Who are you?”, scooting as far back as he could go. Continue reading “Sunday Photo Fiction: Painful Hallucinations”

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers: The Condition


Credit: Michelle DeAngelis

She stood there, sobbing into his shoulder while he muttered, “It’ll be okay. Everything will be fine.” Continue reading “Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers: The Condition”

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers: The Last Thing


“You were supposed to be watching her!” I shouted at the nurse.  Continue reading “Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers: The Last Thing”

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers: The Prince and the Pauper


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Friday Fictioneers: Attraction


PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz

Something is drawing me back, I’m sure of it. When I was seventeen, I couldn’t wait Continue reading “Friday Fictioneers: Attraction”

Friday Fictioneers: Broken-hearted


PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Her words kept replaying over and over in his head, “I’m sorry but I can’t see you anymore.” Continue reading “Friday Fictioneers: Broken-hearted”

Friday Fictioneers: Young Love


PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

Spinning around, she searched for him. We haven’t seen each other since the ninth-grade, will he recognize me? She wondered, gripping tightly to the note in her hand. He was her first crush, first love, but they were broken up when her parents moved her across the country and since then, she’s been searching for him. It wasn’t until the invention of social media where she finally found him and a week ago, he messaged her that he was in town and would like to meet. Continue reading “Friday Fictioneers: Young Love”

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers: 4 o’Clock


At 3:55, he peeks at his watch, at 4 o’clock, I’m going to do it, he takes a deep breath and steps into the coffee shop. From there, he weaves through the crowds and heads upstairs to take his usual seat by the window, watching her as she walks down the street, earbuds in her ears and laughing as if she had heard something hilarious.

He has been studying her routine for weeks and cannot wait another day. It’s time to enact his plan.

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At exactly 3:58, she will step into the coffee shop and head upstairs to join her friends at their usual spot.

At 4:00, he will stick his earbuds in his ears, lower his head, and stand up where he and she will collide. As her phone falls out of her hand, he will say, “I’m so sorry. Are you okay?”

She will bend down, pick up her phone, “Yeah, are you?”

“Am I what?” He will ask as their eyes meet for the first time and fall in love like Cinderella and Prince Charming.

(~175 words)

I am participating in Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writer, where we write a piece between 100 and 150 words (more or less 25 words) in length inspired by the photo prompt above. 

Friday Fictioneers: Ticket to the Art Exhibit


PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

 

I was at work when my secretary knocked and presented me with a white envelope. “A gentleman dropped this off for you.” I accepted the envelope as my secretary hastily retreated. I rolled my eyes. Why is everyone in this building afraid of me? 

Inside the envelope was an orange construction paper. The words, Really to see me in the dark? were printed front and center. I instantaneously knew what this was. I couldn’t believe he got me admission to my favorite art exhibit. Suddenly, I could care less about who was lurking outside my office. I must jump for joy.

(100 words)

Each week, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple hosts Friday Fictioneers where we’re challenged to write a piece of flash fiction in 100 words, more or less, based on the picture above.