JSW Prompt 9-20-2021

The JSW Challenge is open to anybody who wishes to participate. Using the writing prompt, write a flash fiction no longer than 500 words and post to your page. The Challenge starts on Monday and runs through Sunday each week. Please remember to link your story back to this post so everyone can read your entry.

Friday Fictioneers 9-17-2021

PHOTO PROMPT © Krista Strutz

“Wow, look at that,” Suzy whispered.

The Eagle watched with hooded eyes.

“He’s huge,” Bob agreed, bobbling slightly on his board.

“Don’t fall. You’ll scare him.”

“Nothing would scare him.” How could anything scare an eagle?

Suzy allowed herself to drift. She’d never been so close to a wild bird before, especially an eagle. Something about it made her feel a little wild and fierce inside.

They eventually paddled away from the bird, continuing their journey around the bay, both agreeing this was the best part of the trip.

JSW Prompt 9-13-2021

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JSW Prompt 8-30-2021

The JSW Challenge is open to anybody who wishes to participate. Using the writing prompt, write a flash fiction no longer than 500 words and post to your page. The Challenge starts on Monday and runs through Sunday each week. Please remember to link your story back to this post so everyone can read your entry.

Life ain’t always about living. Sometimes it’s about surviving or not dying. And, yeah, sometimes it is about dying. We’re all going to die; some folks forget about that, but it happens to us all. Knew a fellar once, denied his dying until the moment of. Was quite a surprise to him though not to anybody else.

I been working this land all my life, from when I was a tiny pup. Ain’t easy working land like this. Always something going wrong or breaking, wiping out the crops like nothing. Lots of kinds of deaths in country like this.

Was worse in the fall of ’95, when PA died. Being the oldest, I was expected to step up and take the reins, keep the farm afloat. Well, I done my best. Ain’t nothing thriving out here, not even folks.

Harder these days. All my sibling that could escape done did so. Ma died a few years after Pa. She never had the heart to live after he died, just kinda gave up and followed him on. Just me and Jethro now and Jethro ain’t good for much. Ain’t his fault. He was born that way.

Piling dirt over him now cause it wouldn’t do to leave him here alone. Dumb bastard would starve to death.

Life ain’t always about living.

Friday Fictioneers 9-10-2021

PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook

Jay looked out the hotel window, watching the tractor pulling the hay bales wind through the narrow streets. Somebody would be eating well this winter, or so he assumed. What he knew about farming could fill the proverbial book.

Chris would know. Chris was the farm boy of the bunch. Or Kerry. But Chris was off doing third or fourth sound checks and Kerry was asleep. It really didn’t matter. He was just bored.

“Saw a shitload of hay,” he told Chris later.

Chris burst out laughing. “You really need something to do don’t you?”

Jay shrugged. “That would be good.”

“Soundcheck?”

“I’m there.”

Friday Fictioneers 9-3-2021

PHOTO PROMPT © Penny Gadd

The creek was wide and shallow, splatter-dappled with shade. Once Ringo found his way there, he knew his troubles were over. He splashed half-way across, listening to the distant bay of the hounds. Once he slipped their noses, he’d have no trouble slipping the law-enforcement on his trail. He started moving up the middle of the stream, careful not to disturb the larger rocks scattered along the bottom.

The crack was loud in his ears. Arms wide spread, he fell forward, baptized by blood and water.

Response – JSW Prompt 8-23-2021

The JSW Challenge is open to anybody who wishes to participate. Using the writing prompt, write a flash fiction no longer than 500 words and post to your page. The Challenge starts on Monday and runs through Sunday each week. Please remember to link your story back to this post so everyone can read your entry.

Well, so much for that phrase of his life, he thought as he dropped the cut remains of his parking pass into the trash can. No more riding the bus to and from the parking lot. Now he could park directly behind his work, a much better solution to his way of thinking. Of course, he was paying a price for the privlidge, but that was just the way of his world. At least, his current world.

Cutting apart his pass has been freeing. Made him want to slap on a backpack with a change of underwear and some change and head off to explore the world. He wouldn’t, of course. He was much too tamed for that kind of silly wildness, but the brief flash of longing had definitely been there regardless. So much so that when he came across his backpack that weekend, he cleaned it up, packed it light, and left it is the trunk of his car. He’d never use it, but….. just in case.

JSW Prompt 8-30-2021

The JSW Challenge is open to anybody who wishes to participate. Using the writing prompt, write a flash fiction no longer than 500 words and post to your page. The Challenge starts on Monday and runs through Sunday each week. Please remember to link your story back to this post so everyone can read your entry.

Friday Fictioneers 8-27-2021

PHOTO PROMPT -Brenda Cox

“Welcome to the Bike Hotel.”

I was almost, one-hundred percent sure, he’d made this up. Until now. Looking at the bike on the outside wall. Well, there was always inside.

Which – to my surprise – had bikes everywhere. At the check-in desk. By the bell-boy. (Did he ride your luggage to your room?) In front of the Bike Cafe. And in the room. Bicycle headboards. Ironing boards. Pictures on the wall.

He had actually been telling the truth. Stripe-me surprised.

“What do you think?”

“It’s great.”

“Wait till you see the Disco Ballroom!”

I’m pretty sure, ninty-nine percent, he’d made this part up.

JSW Prompt 8-23-2021

The JSW Challenge is open to anybody who wishes to participate. Using the writing prompt, write a flash fiction no longer than 500 words and post to your page. The Challenge starts on Monday and runs through Sunday each week. Please remember to link your story back to this post so everyone can read your entry.