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.

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.

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.


“Yes, please.”

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


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