100 word story · Children’s Story

The Bumpiest Gourd in the Pumpkin Patch

The Bumpiest Gourd in the Pumpkin Patch

 
Gordon wanted to be a Jack-O’Lantern, instead, he was a bumpy gourd.
He shivered, looking around the pumpkin patch.

“Who’s going to choose me?”

Gordon howled, “I’ll never get to be a Halloween decoration! I wish I could change.”

Wilda Witch stirred her cauldron. She heard Gordon crying and went to help.

“Gordon, you must be the best gourd you can be. There’s no other gourd like you.”

Gordon looked around. No other gourd had his bumps or bright colors.

A little boy pointed at him. “Daddy, here’s the one I want.”

Gordon smiled. He will be a Halloween decoration!

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100 word story · Children’s Story

Mr Freckle Cancels Halloween

Mr Freckle Cancels Halloween

 

The signs were all over town!
‘Halloween Party cancelled by order of Mayor Freckle’
Every year people guessed who Mr Freckle was because of his – freckles. This made him sad.

“Not this year,” he howled. “There will be no Halloween!”

Rose and Dorothy shivered, they loved Halloween. They thought and thought until they had a plan.
When they told Mr Freckle he chuckled and said, “I like it!”

Rose and Dorothy told all their friends, who told their friends.

On the night of the Big Halloween Party, no one could guess who was stirring the cauldron because ………..
Everybody had freckles!

100 word story · Friday Fictioneers

The Last Expedition of Mavis Richter

 

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Photo Prompt ©️ Ted Strutz

The Last Expedition of Mavis Richter

Day 1: Equipment arrived safely. Spent the day assembling telescope and yurt. Should have requested extra blankets. Nights are below zero now.

Day 2: New telescope is powerful – felt like I was floating among the stars last night. No unusual activity noted. Should have requested back-up generator. Old one is on the fritz.

Day 3: Strange lights in the sky after midnight. Generator died. Should have requested kindling. Tried to build a fire. Not much here will burn.

Day 4: Lights were back. Seemed to be a dozen. Should have requested rescue flare gun.

Day 5 : Help ……..

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Written for Rochelle Wisoff’s Friday Fictioneers

100 word story · Friday Fictioneers

The Consequences of Friendship

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Photo prompt ©️ Sandra Crook

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The Consequences of Friendship

 

“Come to the country with me,” Connie said. “We’ll have fun.”
“Sure, I can use some fun.”
I slather sun screen on my face, arms, and legs before going out to the expansive lawn. The view is stunning, reflecting pools, exotic flowers whichever direction I gaze. I sigh, move on.
There is not much time for wool-gathering. The schedule here is very rigid, busy from breakfast until twilight.
As I climb up on the tractor/ mower I wave to my friend, weeding the flower beds.
I cup my hands around my mouth and shout, “I’m not having fun, you know!”

 

 

100 word story · Friday Fictioneers

Working Out

The prompt and my story for Friday Fictioneers

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Photo prompt ©️ J. Hardy Carroll

 

Working Out

“Margaret, did you go to the gym today?”
Margaret rolls her eyes, crosses her fingers, and lies. “Yep!” She quickly ends the phone call before Ted asks any more questions.
Her trainer never gives her a break. He has developed an exercise plan guaranteed to help her shed the twenty-five extra pounds she put on during the holidays.
It’s only a tiny lie. Margaret did drop in at the boxing gym in the old section of town, not the gym where she usually works out. She did go inside. She didn’t work out. The gym is now a donut shop.

 

 

100 word story · Friday Fictioneers

The Things We Lose

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©️Dale Rogerson

Here is my story based on the photo prompt for Rochelle’sFriday Fictioneers

 

The Things We Lose

 

Clare sits in her car, heater at full blast. She knows she should keep driving but the lights of the house, her home, have her mesmerized.

It’s been five years since she left to ‘find herself’. Five years of odd jobs, cheap motels, traveling. Her parents tried to keep in touch but Clare knew if she talked them she would run home. She sent them a postcard from each new town, just so they knew she remembered.

Clare looks longingly at her past. The deep snow makes it look like nothing has changed, the SOLD sign buried beneath a drift.

 

100 word story · Friday Fictioneers

Only the Best

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                    photo prompt  by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

 

Only the Best

 

Charley had promised her the best when she agreed to marry him.
He worked hard in the hellish heat of a steel mill, always taking any overtime offered.
He started as a floor sweeper and worked his way up to plant supervisor. Every extra dollar earned was spent on satisfying the whims of his wife – clothes, jewelry, travel.
When she died there was no money saved for her funeral. He could no longer give her the best.
Charley weeps as he walks through the woods with his saw. He must find the best tree from which to build her coffin.

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