Friday Fictioneers: Mistaken Identity

Every week, Rochelle hosts a Photo Fiction challenge to make a story up of around 100 words from the photo provided. If you want to have a go, head over to her blog here, or see what others have written here.

If you want to know where this story fits in, then head either here for the shortcut, or select FICTION >> FRIDAY FICTIONEERS: AL and JULES to go via the long way.

© Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Mistaken Identity

Raynard stood solidly in the rising elevator, holding a body by the collar. He smiled, knowing that very soon, another of Saskia’s helpers would die by his hand.

Stepping off at the fifth floor, and finding the correct apartment, he held the body facing away from the peephole and knocked on the door.

“Who is it?”

“Detective Rush”

As the door opened, Raynard dropped the body, grabbed Crannson and threw him against the wall with all of his strength, hearing multiple bones smash at the same time. Then he tore the head from the neck. He swore as he realised this was not his intended target. Crannson had escaped.

Friday Fictioneers: Sunrise

Every week, Rochelle posts a photo that has been donated to her so that we can use it as a prompt to write a piece of fiction of around 100 words. If you want to have a go, head over to HERE, or if you want to read what others have written, head over to HERE.

My story is another episode in the Raynard / Saskia saga. You can read the full story HERE or HERE

© Sandra Crook

Sunrise

Leaning against the door, Raynard breathed an imaginary sigh of relief when he heard the tractor thunder past. He looked down at his hand and saw it was still smoking where the light from the sunrise caught it. The pain did not dampen his spirits. After several months, he finally had a lead on Saskia.

He pushed himself off the door and heard someone in the next room. Creeping along the wall, he looked in a mirror to see through the door. He saw the hotel house cleaner making the bed, looked down at his hand, and grinned. Five minutes later, his hand looked as good as new.

* As Vampires are dead, they cannot breath an actual sigh of relief
** The house cleaner would not have seen him as vampires have no reflection

Friday Fictioneers: Who’s Afraid Of The …

Friday Fictioneers is a group of people who scribble down on their computers, a piece of flash fiction (about 100 words) taken from a photo prompt that has been donated. If you want to have a go, head over to Rochelle’s pad and take a look at the rules and regs. Or click on the weird blue creature below to see what other people have written.

This piece is a part of the Raynard / Saskia storyline that you can read the complete “Story so far” or “Previously on the show” at the top under the Fiction tab.

© Copyright Randy Mazie

Who’s Afraid Of The …

Tess walked through the door, knowing that for now, she could avoid Raynard having his temper tantrum. Since finding out Saskia moved on, and the last person he tortured was nothing but a decoy, he was in a murderous rage, and felt to be unsafe herself.

The building said “No Trespassing” on the outside so she felt most people would not enter, and she could avoid killing anyone unnecessarily. The odd rat could be a blood donor for her.

She smiled at the thought that Saskia managed to elude Raynard and …

… then she heard the deep guttural snarling growl.

Friday Fictioneers: Getting The Drop

Every week, Rochelle hosts Friday Fictioneers. She is offered photos that are then used as a photo prompt for fiction/non fiction/poetry with a word count of around 100 words. If you want to know more information, pop over to Rochelle’s page and take a look. You can also pop through the link that is the blue creature and see what others have written.

Incidentally, if you like fiction from photo prompts, you may like Sunday Photo Fiction.

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If you want to catch up on the story so far, you can take a look at the top of the page under Fiction / Friday Fictioneers: Al & Jules. Jules side of the story can be found here

© copyright – Kent Bonham

Getting The Drop

Raynard ran across the rooftop, glancing down at the man walking up the alleyway. He knew Tess was nearby with a silenced pistol awaiting his move. Both ways were clear as the man hurried his steps, constantly looking behind him. Raynard made his move and dropped down the four stories, and as he made contact with the man, the street light popped and shattered.

Raynard placed a nail in the man’s chin and drew blood. “Where is Rose?” A brief tussle took place as Raynard spilled the man’s blood and extracted information.

Now knowing Rose’s location, he leapt straight up to the roof.