Friday Fictioneers: I Scream

Friday Fictioneers is hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields who provides us with a photo prompt. Each week’s challenge is to write a 100-word story inspired by the photo.

PHOTO PROMPT © Na’ama Yehuda

I Scream

I scream.

“Daddy, can I get an ice cream?”

“May I?”

“May I get an ice cream?”

I gave her $5 and told her to come right back. That was the last time I saw her. I glanced at my phone. Someone screamed. I looked up, and she was gone. All the kids were gone. The truck was gone.

You scream.

I tried to find her. I asked everyone. No one answered. The park was pandemonium. Parents were frantically searching for their kids. Others were clinging to theirs as if they could simply vanish.

We all scream for ice cream.

Friday Fictioneers: Escape Room

Friday Fictioneers is hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields who provides us with a photo prompt. Each week’s challenge is to write a 100-word story inspired by the photo.

Copyright-Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Happy New Decade!

Escape Room

“A menorah, a phone from before the dawn of time, an old picture, and some crayons.”

“Photograph.”

“What?”

“Pictures are new. Photographs are old.”

“Says who?”

“Me.”

“Seriously, guys? Maybe we’re supposed to color the picture, then use the crayons as candles in the menorah…”

“Then call the Ghostbusters.”

“Will you be serious? We have less than 15 minutes left.”

“Eh. These things are impossible. The clues are ridiculous.”

Fifteen bicker-filled minutes later…

“Brrrring,” said the phone.

“Hello?”

“Your time has expired.”

Gas hissed into the room.

“Where’d you find this escape room?”

“Craig’s List. It was a great deal.”

Friday Fictioneers: Sweet Liberty Johnson

Friday Fictioneers is hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields who provides us with a photo prompt. Each week’s challenge is to write a 100-word story inspired by the photo.

PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll

Sweet Liberty Johnson

I met Ms. Johnson when I moved in down the street. She had just turned 83. She didn’t have any family, so I would go over and help her with whatever she needed. I became her garbage man, weed puller, and overall lifter.

She paid me well. Of course, all the cookies and brownies meant I had to step up my workout routine. She was just a treat to be around. At least, that’s how I used to feel.

Things changed when she asked me to bring up some boxes from the basement. I awoke sometime later in a cage.

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Sweet Liberty Johnson and I go way back. She first came to me while I was showering. For no reason I can remember, I started singing Oh-ho! Oh, Sweet Liberty Johnson. It quickly became a whole song, of which I recorded three versions. One of those featured my dad on guitar shortly before he died. Later, she became a part of the retirement community The End Of The Road, my attempt at creating an adult cartoon. After three versions of a song, 15 scripts written for episodes that are way too politically incorrect to ever be produced now (Come on, Netflix! I have never worked so hard on anything in my life. I have literally spent less time on the four books I’ve written combined than I did on planning and writing that show. I have a second season mapped out.), she is being resurrected for a Friday Fictioneers.

For those with a sick sense of humor, here’s the original song. I’m pretty sure I made alterations, but these are the lyrics I found. I’m not going to upgrade my account to add audio. You’ll just have to take my words for it.:

Oh-ho! Oh Sweet Liberty Johnson
she lives right down the street
on the corner of 3rd & Swasson*
she’s someone you should meet
Oh Sweet Liberty Johnson
she just turned 83
Oh Sweet Liberty Johnson
she’s a beautiful lady to me
she makes me cookies and brownies
I just love to have her around me
at least that’s how I used to feel
till I learned of all the people she’s killed
she kept them in a freezer in her basement
until she cooked them up and she ate them
oh Sweet Liberty Johnson
now the psycho kids think she’s awesome
they wanna be like her when they grow up
until they think of eating human and throw up
Oh Sweet Liberty Johnson
Oho Sweet Liberty Johnson
now I wish I never ate at her house
and I wish I never ate her out

*Yeah, that should be Swanson. I don’t know why it’s not.

Friday Fictioneers: A Great Day

Friday Fictioneers is hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields who provides us with a photo prompt. Each week’s challenge is to write a 100-word story inspired by said photo prompt.

PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook

I totally cheated. I did a two-part story. Each is 100 words, though.

A Great Day (Part One)

“Sarah? Sarah?”

Little girls don’t just disappear from trains. Tori was positive Sarah was on the train. They boarded together.

It was a good day. It was a great day. She watched her through all the little shops. She didn’t lose her when she was playing on the rocks on top of the hill. They picnicked in the grass. It was the first good day since… Well, since…

“Why did God take Daddy, Mommy?”

“I don’t know, dear. I don’t know,” Tori answered, as she fought through the tears.

She was on the train. She was on the goddamn train.

A Great Day (Part Two)

He felt the earth quake above him. The shaking slowed, then stopped. It was here. The train had arrived.

He loved when the trains came. He loved to see tourists come and frolic in the little town. They always brought their children.

He loved children. He loved their innocence, their laughter… everything. He loved everything about children.

Later, as the train pulled away, he looked at the cage hanging from the ceiling, the cage holding the tender morsel that would be his dinner. It might even last a few nights.

“Mommy? I want my mommy.”

It was a great day.

Friday Fictioneers: Lake Of Horrors

How campy is that name? It sounds like a B horror movie from the ’50s.

It’s another Wednesday, which means it’s time for another Friday Fictioneers, which is a challenge to write a 100-word story inspired by the below photo prompt hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.

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PHOTO PROMPT © Ronda Del Boccio

Lake Of Horrors

From the dense trees, Jason looked out at the pair of young women in their swimsuits setting up by the water.

It was the kind of sweltering summer night in which the lake seems to beckon all comers with its refreshing powers.

Slowly, Jason crept out from his cover and onto the sand. He whispered, “Ki! Ki! Ki! Ma! Ma! Ma!” to himself as he eased toward the women. When he was close enough, he lunged and grabbed one of the girls.

She screamed, turned and slapped at her assailant. “Jason! You asshole! You scared the hell out of me.”

 

Friday Fictioneers: A Campy Horror Story

This was written for Friday Fictioneers. Friday Fictioneers is a challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields to write a 100-word story inspired by the below photo prompt.

My first thought was Camp L Squad, the fourth installment of my L Squad vignette series. That’s way longer than 100 words, and it’s already been posted. So, I dug deep into my soul and the horrors that dwell there and came up with this.

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PHOTO PROMPT © Anshu Bhojnagarwala

A Campy Horror Story

“There’s a fire burning for you in my soul.”

“Shut up. You’re so corny.”

“You love it.”

“Maybe a little.”

Liz cuddled up to Carlos, unaware of the tragedy that would soon befall them.

A twig snapped in the darkness. They both jumped.

“What was that?”

“I don’t know,” Carlos replied, attempting to conceal his fear.

He stretched for his flashlight, with Liz still clinging tightly. He searched with the light. It shone on a deer as it pranced by.

The pair exhaled a sigh of relief.

“S’mores?”

“Yes, please.”

“There’s a hole in the bag. The chocolate’s gone.”

AAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAH!!!!!!!!

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