JSW 2-22-2021

The JSW Challenge is open to anybody who wishes to participate. Using the writing prompt, write a flash fiction no longer than 200 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.

JSW 2-8-2021

The JSW Challenge is open to anybody who wishes to participate. Using the writing prompt, write a flash fiction no longer than 200 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.

Use the following line to begin…

“Once upon a time is such a cliche way to start a story but here we are.”

Response JSW 1-11-2021

It wasn’t like the water I was in was boiling hot, steaming might be more appropriate. Nonetheless, it was an uncomfortable situation.

“It’s rude to hold a gun on somebody,” I said, leveling my voice as best as possible.

“I didn’t do it,” I said, using the distraction of my voice to inch my hand towards my coat pocket.

It’s a weird thing to stare down the barrel of a gun. You’d think you wouldn’t see much, the barrel being so small, but it’s like your vision, your life, telescopes down to a single pin-point of being. I imagined I could see down the inside length of the barrel, the spiraling lines which might soon striate the bullet.

“Can we talk?”

I stared down the darkness of the barrel of the gun, imaging I could see the bullet nestled deep inside.

“Look, I wasn’t the one.”

Just a little more time.

“I wasn’t there.”

My hand inched closer.

“”You have the wrong guy.”

My fingers closed around …

Friday Fictioneers 1-8-2021

PHOTO PROMPT @ Jan Wayne Fields

Not much left from a life of ink-stained fingers and bad food. He’d been a reporter for the Washington Times, but he could have been on the Centerville Herald. The remains were the same.

Tommy looked at the items on John’s desk, taking in the bits and bobs along with memories of his mentor.

“Take what you want,” the editor said. “A new body will be there Monday.”

He should quit less this be his remains as well.

With one hand, he slid the items into the trashcan and walked out of the office.

JSW (Just Start Writing) 1-4-2021

The JSW Challenge is open to anybody who wishes to participate. Using the writing prompt, write a flash fiction no longer than 200 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 1-3-2021

PHOTO PROMPT © Na’ama Ye

“How’d you like to have an office there?”

“In the clouds?”

“At the top of the building.”

“The human equivalent of clouds.”

“They can’t help it. They’re human. They’ve forgotten how to be in the clouds.”

“Forgot or too afraid.”

“That too.”

“I wonder what the clouds look like from in there.”

“Not as pretty as out here.”

“I’m sad for them. Think of all they are missing.”

“They’ll learn one day.”

“Hopefully, while alive.”

“If not, that’s where we come in.”

They sat in silent contemplation.

It must be wonderful to learn how to fly.

Friday Fictioneers 12-25-2020

PHOTO PROMPT © Trish Nankivell

Gone

This was a fine fettle. Like “Croatoan” if one wanted to think of it that way. He didn’t really, but he could tell the road to the ranch hadn’t been used in years. Had she left this message here for him?

She’d said she’d wait, but that obviously went out the window once he was locked up. His cellmates had warned him, but he had stupidly believed her.

Tossing his cigarette away into the dust, he turned and started hiking back towards the main road. One day he would find her. One day.

Words – 99

“Croatoan” – One of the only clues left to the disappearance of the Roanoke Colony in 1590.

Response – JSW Prompt 2-24-2020

Feel free to join in and respond to the prompt. Please try to keep your response between 200 – 250 word (recommended, not law). You can write a story, poem, essay, anything which strikes your fancy! Link your work back to this post so people can read it.


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It was the endlessness of the miles which staggered him. Mile after mile after mile through the rugged ruins of the world which Once-Had-Been. Mile after mile after mile of wilderness reclaiming all he might remember if only he had the chance.

Nothing was the same, yet nothing had changed. He was foolish to leave the enclave, they said, but they didn’t understand. Their focus had narrowed in the years since the End to nothing more than that which they could see. Circle-Turning People he called them. Always circling around what was left; never remembering what Once-Had-Been.

A Visionary, they called him mockingly. A Rememberer.

Yet the dream memories haunted him like the random skeletons of what Once-Had-Been rising suddenly through the tangle of the wilderness, more forgotten with each vine and branch and wild-bush.

The mouth of the tunnel was barely visible, hidden behind years of trees and brush and deadfall. Far, far away he heard the dream-sound hum of tires on pavement.