FRIDAY FICTIONEERS: Rock of Ages

Every week, Rochelle shares a photo to be used as a prompt to write a short story. It must be 100 words or less, and the image must feature in some shape or form even if it is just a passing comment.

This week’s image comes from Roger Bultot. If you want to read what others have written, please click the InLinkz link below. If you read their stories, please leave a comment or a like to let them know you have been there and checked out their submission. I have based this one on my own experience as a kid watching them roll out Folkestone Rock.

^{© Roger Boltet}

I stood looking in the window, my hands on the glass as the two people inside folded big rolls of candy over and over. They folded and rolled it, pulled it and wound it, made it longer and thinner. They moved so fast, that my eyes darted from one to the other as I watched in awe.

The red folded into the white candy making more sense the smaller it became. From a foot wide to a couple of inches. That’s when there was a tap on my shoulder and the owner gave me my own stick of Brighton Rock.

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FRIDAY FICTIONEERS: Out The Window

Every week, Rochelle shares a photo to be used as a prompt to write a short story. It must be 100 words or less, and the image must feature in some shape or form even if it is just a passing comment.

This week’s image comes from Sandra Cook. I haven’t done Friday Fictioneers for years, but this one jumped out at me, so I decided to go for it. If you want to read what others have written, please click the InLinkz link below. If you read their stories, please leave a comment or a like to let them know you have been there and checked out their submission.

OUT THE WINDOW

She looked out the window, remembering the days they would come here together and watch the world. They would talk about their current assignments in trying to stop global warming. Today would have been their anniversary. They had been together for seven centuries. Now she was the only one left.

The humans had destroyed everything. Her mate along with it. Each year she came back here, hoping she could find a way to end her own existence, but android protocols did not allow for self-termination, so she had to settle for being the last sentient being on Earth.

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Sunday Photo Fiction – How It Should Have Ended

Every week a photo is used as a prompt to create a piece of fiction in around 200 words. Usually called Flash Fiction. I haven’t done this in a while, and I got the idea from S Writings and thought I would have a go at Fan Fiction. Plus I was appalled at the latest season of Arrow and the ending left me feeling “meh”. This is roughly how I would have preferred it to end. Links to characters are after the story.

If you want to have a go at Sunday Photo Fiction, it runs from 4am Sunday to 4am the following Sunday UK time. You can read stories others have written here.

The Green Arrow – Oliver Queen – looked down the road towards Damien Darhk, hate filling his eyes, his soul. Ever since the latter murdered Laurel Lance, the Black Canary, Arrow thought of nothing but vengeance.

“You think you can take me with your pathetic arrows and your hoard of people calling for my blood?” Darhk waved his hand and a flicker of energy shot up between himself and the group of men and women coming to the aid of Queen, causing the ones in the front to bounce of an invisible wall.

Darhk held up a hand and lifted Queen off the ground and started to choke the life from him. Using the energy he was taught, Queen started to push back Darhk’s energy, but he laughed a sadistic response. “You think your hastily learned minor defense is any match for me? Thanks to your Overwatch, I have the energy of thousands in me. There is nothing that can stop me.” He was startled to find his grip loosening.

“Funny thing about demons,” Darhk turned to face the newcomer. “Is that you never know what to expect from them. “ The raincoat clad man flicked a cigarette and took another from a packet and lit it from nothing. “Take that skull totem you use. I remember when he was a real person.” He took a long draw on the cigarette and Darhk found he no longer had any control of Queen.

 “Sorry, let me introduce myself. John Constantine.”

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Oliver Queen – The Green Arrow

Black Canary

Damien Darhk

John Constantine

Arrow

 

Sunday Photo Fiction -Hidden Camera

I have been meaning to post this all week, but with one thing and another, I have not been able to. I want to post more often, but finding the time can be time consuming.

Anyway, if you want to have a go at Sunday Photo Fiction, it runs from Sunday 4am GMT to Sunday 4am GMT. You can past at any time during that time using the photo as a part of the prompt.

If you want to see what other people have written, then go have a peek-a-boo here.

Gary smiled as he looked at his new “spliced-gadget”. He felt sure his wife brought in a lover every night whilst he worked, so he set up a motion sensor camera in a water speaker attached to the media player. When someone entered the room, the music would start playing, and the wide angle camera would capture everything that occurred in the room.

Setting the motion sensor, he carefully backed out the room so as not to set it off, and carefully closed the door. Tossing the control in the air, he caught it as it flipped and landed with a plap in the palm of his hand.

After an hour at work, Gary checked the monitor for the water speaker camera and it flickered to life. He smiled at his timing and watched as Hilary walked in and closed the door behind her. Gary was both relieved and slightly disappointed.

His wife looked around the room and started to unbutton her shirt, he grinned at the thought of what he was about to watch, and made himself comfortable. Hilary pulled on her necklace and her skin rippled, shrinking back revealing herself to be a somewhat different creature.

Gary screamed.