Friday Fictioneers: Time for Thinking

Every week, Rochelle provides us with a photo to use as a prompt and create a piece of fiction in around 100 words. If you want to have a go, then go and visit her page and even see what others have written.

My story is part of an ongoing one about a vampire, his prey and his creation. Raynard, Saskia, and Tess. This is a two sided story, with my side being written from the side of the Vampires, and Jules writing from the side of Saskia and her protectors. Click on the links to see the story so far. Although this is a part of a serial, I have written it so it can be a standalone as well.

You can find the latest part from Jules on her page.

© Doug Macilroy

Time.

So meaningless.

So inconsequential.

Time just falls away, like stones dropping from a height. He chuckled at that analogy as he ran his fingers over the stones and shells attached to the board.

140 years may seem a long time to mortals, but to creatures like him, it didn’t matter.

For 140 years the face haunted him. The face of the woman who took his life. He already dealt with the majority of them, now there were only two left. Raynard now fought with his own conscience. He knew he would kill Saskia; that was already in place. But what of her four year old daughter she kept hidden?

Friday Fictioneers – Kumbaya

Every week, Rochelle shares with us a photo that we use as inspiration for a piece of fiction in about 100 words. If you want to have a go, visit Rochelle – HERE and if you want to read what others have written, then click HERE

 

© Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

On the outskirts of Vancouver, Stuart, Rose and Sarah sat around their campfire telling tales and trying to frighten each other. They heard a sound from the shadows, and Stuart picked a flaming stick from the fire. A deep voice came from just out of their sight apologising for startling them, and a six-foot tall man came into the glow. He asked if he could sit with them for a while. After looking at each other and the girls nodding, Stuart agreed, but told him to sit on the other side of the fire. As he moved to the other side, Raynard ran his tongue over his teeth. He would feed well tonight.

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To read the full story of Raynard, you can read it HERE on my page, or on Jules’ page who writes the other side of Raynard’s story, from the point of view of his prey, Saskia, HERE

Friday Fictioneers: Lost And Found

Every week, Rochelle hosts Friday Fictioneers where a photo is given to create a story of around 100 words. If you want to have a go, take a look at her page here, and if you want to look at some of the other stories, click a froggy.

If you want to try a photo prompt with more words, why not try Sunday Photo Fiction.

 

© Douglas M. MacIlroy

LOST AND FOUND

Sitting at his table, poring over sheets of paper, telephone transcripts, text messaged and so many other tiny breadcrumbs, he let out a non-existent breath and closed his eyes to focus, to calm himself.

“Patience”, he told himself. He stood and stretched his legs and lit another candle. Sitting back down, he picked up his laptop and started entering data again. Looking for numbers, looking for anything, any kind of sign, he tried to keep calm and failing. He made his hand into a fist when his laptop flashed and a grin spread across his face.

Raynard had found Saskia.

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If you want to read all of this story from the beginning, then you can read it all either HERE on my blog, which is from the side of Raynard and friends, or you can read it on Jules’ page which is from the side of Saskia and her friends.

Friday Fictioneers: A Pain In The Neck

Raynard’s back …

For his full story, check here on my blog, or on Jules’ blog here.

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© Jennifer Pendergast

A Pain In The Neck

Raynard watched the people walking through the arch, as he looked for someone to feed on. He did not want a charmed person who rapidly forgot the encounter; this time he wanted the scent of fear, to feel the terror as the life drained from his prey. He wanted to be the last thing they saw.

Ninety minutes later, barely a person walked through the archway, so he secreted himself in the shadows. Then a lone man walked through, listening to music on his headphones.

Five minutes later, Raynard laid the body against the wall after healing all marks on the neck.