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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 http://madison-woods.com/091412-2/.

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…

 

Namaste,

Scott

 

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

Namaste,

Scott

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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More Stories found: This Week’s Stories.

 

Lighting the Way

This is a piece for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle.  This week’s photo prompt, which you are to write a full story about in 100 words or less, is by PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook.  I hope you enjoy my take.  There are many others here.

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Lighting the Way (100 words) by Scott Vannatter

Sam and the others walked outside to gather round the “lampost” that had dropped form the sky and stuck in the middle of Elm street.  All were trying to figure out where it had come from.

“Hurricane,” yelled one.

“Airplane,” hollered another.

Sam was just starting to get his head wrapped around it when the light began to glow.  It got brighter until no one could look at it.  Then, abruptly, lightning bolts sizzled out of it and struck every house on the block.

Sam thought, “Aliens,” when he realized there where fires on other blocks, too.

It had begun.

Namaste,

Scott

Fall of Our Discontent

PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

 

I did not feel at all like writing yesterday when I saw the prompt, so I waited.  Hope it was worth it! This is for Friday Fictioneers hosted by the lovely Rochelle.

Fall of Our Discontent

By Scott L Vannatter 100 Words

The ice had come early. Last several years had been off. Everyone said not to worry, it had happened before.

“Bullshit!” thought Karohl. She was 42 and it had never been quite like this. Worldwide was changing. Badly.

Now, she was bundled, backpacked, and heading. The familiar yellow vehicle stopped, not full with children, but with people heading out. Heading South. Away from … this.

As they pulled away, Karohl looked the sky. The icy blackness would be here by nightfall. She just hoped they were far enough away before 6 inches of ice came down. It was October 10th.

Namaste,

Scott

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