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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/.

Friday Fictioneers – A Memory…A Fear…Glad I am Older

Friday Fictioneers is here again.  100 words – full story – based on photo prompt.  Run by Rochelle.

When was growing up, I was fortunate enough to know 5 of my great grandparents, the last one passing when I was about 16.  Mom’s  grandparents (4) were from Kentucky and we would visit them a few times a year.  One of them lived very high up in the mountains, used 2 horses or mules to pull his plow to plant and harvest his small tobacco field.  He would also milk his cow every day.  The story below is not fully true, but did come from some memories and fears combined when I was young.  Enjoy!

Photo provided by PHOTO PROMPT © What’s His Name

Well, Crap

Little Timmy walked the poorly-lit path toward the outhouse of his great grandparents. The weeds were taller than Timmy and he could no longer see the house when he glanced back. He heard the large bumble bees on the weeds. The 25 yard trek seemed to take forever.

Finally arriving, Timmy settled in and prepared to sit over the pitch-colored hole. A noise got his attention and he looked in the dark corner at a five-foot rattlesnake on the floor of the small building. Tommy made it back to the house before realizing his pants were still in the outhouse.

Word Count: 100

Thanks for reading and commenting.

Namaste,

Scott

Reckoning – Friday Fictioneers

Well, it’s time for Friday Fictioneers hosted by our fine Rochelle.  This week’s prompt is provided by Roger Bultot.  Here’s my take:

Reckoning – by Scott L Vannatter

Jason looked at the morning, picturesque landscape.  The area was lit up by the almost-darkness.  He viewed the distant mountains; the sun beginning to rise behind their majestic peaks.  He noticed, too, the slight movement at the very crests of the faraway beauties.

He began to chant, at first softly, building to a near-shout.  His hands raised, almost without his thought, pointing to a spot midway between the clouds and the peaks.  With a tremendous roar, lightening loosed from his fingertips and lit up the faraway range.

“That should get their attention,” he thought while his army gathered behind him.

 

Word count: 100   Namaste,  Scott

Tropical Paradise – What Pegman Saw

What Pegman Saw is  run by Rawson and Carroll.,  and is a wonderful way to keep your writing skills honed.  1 picture, not 1,000 words, just 150, to tell a full story, beginning, middle, and end.

He sat quietly on the sandy shore, the white grains sticking to his hot feet. He looked over the beach at this angelic paradise. He thought of the beautiful, dancing women, the exotic, local food, the wildness of the evening parties. They filled his thoughts all during the daylight hours, except for when he slept. Ah, but then, he dreamed. Those dreams never captured the truth of the enjoyment, of the primitiveness, of the pure joy that flowed from them. But those were gone.

Now, it was approaching night. The daydreams and sleep were gone, gone with the light. Now, darkness would settle in…and the nightmare would really begin. As if on cue, a high-whining cry pierced the peaceful quiet. He was up and moving, moving until morning.

Word Count: 128  See the others and add yours here> What Pegma Saw

Namaste,

Scott

From Tree to Shining Tree – Friday Fictioneers

Friday Fictioneers – a wonderful collection of a photo-based 100 word story.  >HERE<

Picture Courtesy of Sandra Cook.

It was nearly dark, that weird time when shadows played with the minds.
The elder tree did not mind the games, but had not time at the moment.  He had a calling.

The open knothole, turned up, began to glow and a pale yellow light shot forth to the clouds.
The beam bounced off clouds, sailed from any surface, striking all other trees who responded in kind.

Slowly, they started to move, ripping their roots from the ground. Their many legs now carried them faster and faster across landscapes, crushing homes and people in their wake.

The invasion had begun…finally.

 

Word count: 100 words

Namaste,

Scott

Birds of a Feather – Flock Me!

Friday Fictioneers, a short, 100 word, story writing adventure comes to us each week.

Joseph Martin held the Myna.  He thought about squeezing hard, the problem going away, but he hesitated; he was lost.

“I don’t understand,” he whispered.  “You guys take shiny things, but a small closed knife, 2-inch piece of pine, and 47 wood screws doesn’t make sense. What else have you taken?”

The bird cocked its head, seeming comprehension.  It let out a bird cry that could shatter glass.  Joe decided his first thought was right, beginning to squeeze.

Through the open door flew 53 Mynas, rescuing their comrade.  After, Mr. Martin lay dead, pecked to death as his wife had never done.

Word Count: 100 PHOTO PROMPT © Douglas M. MacIlroy

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