JSW Prompt 11-8-2021

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 11-5-2021

PHOTO PROMPT © Jennifer Pendergast

“How many things are in the circles?”

Katie counted. “Four.”

“There are four things in this circle and this circle, but what about this circle?”

Again she counted. “Five!”

“Right.”

“What about this?” she asked, picking up the matchbox truck.

“Where would that go?”

Katie placed the truck on Santa.

“How about here?” he put the Matchbox truck on top of the Lego truck. “They are both trucks.”

Katie paused, then shook her head. “No. Santa’s truck.”

“He must have a lot of toys to deliver to need a big truck like that.”

“All for me!”

JSW Prompt 11-1-2021

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.

copyright csk 2021

JSW Prompt 10-25-2021

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 10-22-2021

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Field

Sam glanced down at the table, the scattered remains of their lives abandoned among the discards and empty dishes. She hadn’t touched her water and he was leaving half a beer.

He’d never go home again except to get his suitcase.

Amicable was a funny word. He didn’t understand how to leave her behind like a friend. She wasn’t a friend and maybe that had been the problem all along. Maybe if she’d been a friend he’d fight to save whatever remained. As it was, he had no fight left in him anymore.

Stepping to the street, he raised a hand for a taxi and was gone.

Friday Fictioneers 10-15-2021

PHOTO PROMPT © Brenda Cox

Jeanette stepped off the tram, rushing to keep up with Harriett.

“I want the white pony!” Harriett yelled, racing for the merry-go-round.

“Hold up,” Jeanette ordered, taking the little girl by the arm. “First we need to buy you a ticket.”

“One please,” she said at the ticket-window.

As soon as she was free, Harriett ran for the white horse and clambered on board.

Standing to the side, Jeanette smiled at a man waiting with a wheelchair. Both their smiles said, ‘little girls. And ponies.’

If only the ponies weren’t just for little girls.

JSW Prompt 10-11-2021

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.

Copyright csknotts 2021

Friday Fictioneers 10-8-2021

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

“This is the place to get music,” Rob said, stopping in front of the small store.

“I don’t know. It looks a little eclectic.”

“That makes the music all the better.”

“Usually it just makes the music weird.”

“Come on in and see,” Rob invited, opening the door with the inviting twinkle of a bell.

Once the man as eaten by the Thing in the basement, Rob accepted a small purse of coins.

“Pleasure to do business with you as always,” he said with a wave, heading back out the door. Tomorrow would be another day.

Response – JSW Prompt 10-4-2021

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.

“The floor tasted like….. yuck, puke, gag, oh no, I”m not doing that for any love or money!”

“Just lick the floor.”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Why?”

“It can’t be that bad.”

“It can and will be worse.”

“No, see you’re looking at this the wrong way.”

“Oh, and how is that?”

“You’re looking at this like a challenge, like something you have a choice to do or not to do.

“Don’t I?”

“No, frankly, you don’t, Frederick. You accepted the test as is, with no parameters as to what the test could include nor what you would do or not do. Thus, the test stands and you must fullfill it as stated.”

“I’ll take my chances,” said Frederick, turning his back and pulling out a ball of twine.

“Knitting? Now?”

“Of course not,” he replied. “I’m preparing to go home.”

“What a ball of twine? HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

“No, you idiot, with a way to remember all the twists and turns of this stinking labyrinth.”

“Speaking of such, I could have said you had to fight the minitour in order to go free.”

Frederick hesitated. “True, you could have, but you didn’t and you can’t change the rules now.” He busied himself tying the twine around a rock.

Nimbus snipped the twine with his scissors.

“See now,” protested Frederick. “That’s just not fair.”

Tie.

Snip.

Tie.

Snip.

Tie. Frederick hid the twine with his body.

Nimbus reached around. Snip.

“Really! Play fair.”

“Fair is as fair does.”

“I’ll fight the minitaur.”

“Sorry, not going to work. The fee for safe escape from the labyrinth is licking the floor.”

“Ah for crying out loud……”

“No crying allowed when heros are involved.”

“No, I meant… oh, never mind.”

“You could have been done and gone by now, Frederick. Now, really, a hero needs to to be willing to do anything.”

Frederick made a face. “Not that.” Looked at Nimbus. “Please?”

“Trial is set and ready, hero. Are you?”

Frederick looked at the floor. Grimanced. Blanched. Made a throwing-up noise.

Nimbus sighed. Heros. They didn’t make them the same any more.

“All right,” Frederick said with a great upheavel of his arms. “Fine. I’ll lick your floor. Gheezs.” He knelt down, hesitated several times and then gave the floor a big lick. Came up spitting and sputtering. “Gross. What do you keep…?” He spit twice, running a hand inside his mouth.

“Well done!” cried Nimbus. “See that wasn’t so bad.”

“Ugg! Horrid! Horrible! Gross! Why couldn’t I have just killed the minitour?”

“We don’t kill the minitour,” Nimbus explained properly. “Way too expensive to keep replacing them. And it puts them in a bad mood.”

Frederick stalked off, still spitting and wiping his mouth.

“Enjoy your freedom! And, oh, good luck with the Golden Fleece. I hear Aeetes is having a bad year.”

JSW Prompt 10-4-2021

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.

Prompt-

“The floor tasted like…..”