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.

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 10^th.

Namaste,

Scott

You Don’t Know Jack

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He sat atop a hill near the town, looking it over in the way he had.  It wasn’t quite a sneer, but most folks would say it was.  He was watching the soft white tufts as they floated quietly down on the burg, blanketing it.  It was a light falling, building up only about 1/8 inch an hour or so.  He smiled quietly to himself, the sneer growing more pronounced.  It etched into his long face.

“Yep.  Soft white beautiful flakes.  So innocent.  Let’s see what they think of it in about 90 days!”  He laughed.  “Gotta live up to my name!”

Word Count: 100

Photo Credit to Sarah Potter for this week’s Friday Fictioneers.

*Unfortunately, I missed this one.  So, here it is, late, but still…

Namaste,

Scott

Friday Fictioneers – “Crystal Clear Reckoning” Rated PG-13 – Sci-fi Suspense

Rochelle’s pic for Friday Fictioneers this week is below.  Following is my story.  The rest are >HERE< Enjoy!!!

Source: PHOTO PROMPT – © Copyright Marie Gail Stratford Reuse license assumed. Click pic for page.

“Crystal Clear Reckoning”

By Scott L Vannatter – 100 Words

Jonah looked at the beautiful clear spikes behind the glass. They appeared “alive” – a thought which was held to be real after reading the inscription below the case telling how they were found on the outside of a fallen cable satellite a few weeks ago and had increased about one-third in that time. No one knew what they fed on or how big they would become. And science was not concerned, just excited, about it.

Jonah saw the spikes poking through the bottom of the case. He knelt and saw them sticking into the ground. Just how big, he wondered?

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Namaste,

Scott

Friday Fictioneers: “We’ll be Right, Back?” Humerous Suspense – PG13

Rochelle and Friday Fictioneers: where would one be without the other?  Mine follows prompt and rest are > HERE < Enjoy!!!

Source: PHOTO PROMPT -Copyright-Rochelle Wisoff-Fields Reuse license assumed. Click Pic for Source

“We’ll be Right Back?”

By Scott L Vannatter – 100 Words

Michael picked up the portable, wireless  microphone and stepped into the crowded street.  He detested doing this assignment, but Joe was the boss and Michael did sleep with Joe’s sister.  Consequences…  He cleared his throat.

“Ladies, Gentlemen, and those who are not yet sure.  We are here on Main Street and going on behind me is the 32nd hour of the “Dance of the Apocalypse”.  As you may know, this parade started shortly after one of the citizens received a ‘message’ from beyond that said the world would end at noon today.  It is now 11:59:56 and we are not seeing…”

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Namaste,

Scott