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This is a 100-word (or so) story done, once a week, from the photo prompt that comes from Madison Woods at

A Whimsical Tale

Friday Fictioneers is run by Rochelle. This week’s  picture prompt comes to us by way of Sandra Crook.  Enjoy other stories Here.


I stood in front of the nearly-ruined building.  The streetlight standing in front looked just like one from the video game “Fallout 4”.  I marveled at the way the structure managed to remain standing, again like “Fallout 4”.  As I continued my search, my gaze settled on the Smart Car sitting in front of the building.  I had always wanted one of those.  Suddenly, it started its own engine, then simply pulled forward a few yards and took off…from the ground and into the air!  Was there someone inside?  Was the door gone? My! Now, I want one of THOSE!


100 Words – Namaste,



Welcome to My Parlor

Welcome to Friday Fictioneers.  This is a weekly writing exercise where you, use up to 100 words (no more) to write a complete story based on a photo prompt.  This week’s photo is from Sarah Potter.  Thanks, Sarah.  I had great fun with this one.  If you want to read more stories (or do one of your own) click here –> More Stories <–  The entire shingding is hosted by Rochelle.




Welcome to My Parlor – Word Count 100 By Scott L Vannatter

George really liked, maybe loved, Sarah.  So, when she called him over to see the new spider “home” because he was a “web” designer, he rushed to her place.  Sure enough, it was an amazing web, in the kitchen, quite large and looking out-of-place.

“You should see the one in my bedroom,” Sarah said behind him.

George turned to smile at the innuendo and started screaming.  There was Sarah, six extra furry arms, sticking out from her back.

She used four of them to pick George up like he was nothing.  A spider’s mouth spoke to him.

“My children are…hungry.”



Disappearing Act

Disappearing Act

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot 

By Scott L Vannatter – 100 words


Here we go with Rochelle-driven Friday Fictioneers.  100 or less words for a full story based on the photo prompt.  Has really taught me how to watch words.  Other stories and your opportunity to add yours can be found here.


Ramon looked at the tube exhibit overhead with the wonder of a child. He saw aesthetics and questioned function.  Jack simply stepped under one and looked up, sneering a bit.

“Empty tubes.  So what?” 

Ramon heard a conversation nearby and turned before answering.  He was thinking about the seclusive life of the artist. He heard a whoosh,then a sharp intake of breath. He turned around to look back at Jack.  At least, he looked where Jack had been.  Now, just his bowler was on the concrete.

Ramon moved and bent over to pick up the bowler.  He heard a whoosh…





Friday Fictioneer’s – Life’s Cycle

From the prompt offered by Ted Strutz on the page of Rochelle, it is Friday Fictioneers.  100 words or less to make a complete beginning, middle, and end to a story or well-crafted thought.  Click here to view more stories or to join the group.

Here is my offering:

Life’s Cycle

He covered the hubcap with a dartboard.  Then, the neighborhood kids and even from farther out came to try and score.
For $1 you got to throw 3 darts from 10ft.  if any stuck and remained in the bullseye, the participant received a new, freshly-painted bicycle on display.  It was estimated that in the first two weeks, he gave away 3 bicycles and made over $400, a decent profit.
It all ended the day a kid from another town stopped by and saw his bike on display, the initials and phone number carved under the seat where he put it.

Word Count:  100 words



Tend to Your Knittin’

Tend to Your Knittin’  Prompt found at Rochelle’s.


By Scott L Vannatter – 100 words           PHOTO PROMPT © Björn Rudberg  


“Look!” shouted Mary, thoroughly enthralled with her purchase.  She put the knitted top piece on her head tossing the other at Gerard.  Gerard was nonplussed.

“Lord, M! Do I have to?”

“Yep! Let’s go!”

As the week progressed, the couple saw hundreds of people wearing, basically, the same headgear.   Mary was depressed; Gerard felt better.

Mary threw hers to the wet ground in despair.  A few moments later, the hat and all other hats around her exploded, killing all who were wearing them, including poor Gerard.

A metallic voice sounded all through the region.  “Cleanup commencing!” Robots with brooms appeared.


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