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

A Sincere Apology, Maybe…

He looks sincere, doesn’t he? Licensed for reuse Click pic for source page

I have doing a lot of things this week.  Blogging has not been one of them, at least, my usual blogging.  I enjoy doing the flash fiction duo that I handle each week:  Friday Fictioneers and Five Sentence Fiction.  In fact, soon, I hope to publish on Kindle a collection of 100 (or more) of my Five Sentence Fictions from the last 100 weeks (give or take).  It’s in the making, but will be a bit.

I also have been tasked with writing a 2500 word horror short story that is turning into 4000 words.  I am enjoying the task.  It has, however, kept me from blogging as usual.  That’s not all, of course, I have also been busy seeing doctors, taking my Dad to his doctors’ visits, trying to rest, and reading more blog posts than I have been in many many months.

So, I apologize to you, maybe.  I say “maybe” because, even though I didn’t write my Flash Fiction items, I have been sharing even more with other bloggers.  Both through my comments and people actually viewing my other posts.  It seems that, though I really like writing fiction, I have a bit of flare for other writings.  I knew this at one point, but it has been over-shadowed lately just because I was pushing myself in so many areas.  That kinda stopped today when I realized that I have had more views this past week when I did other types of posts than when I simply write my fiction.

People seem to enjoy personalized posts in which you pour out (or tear out) your heart by voicing opinions on topics you are concerned about and when you reblog excellent posts of others.  I knew this, in actuality, but had put it on the back burner, too.

I have decided that I don’t have to have a set routine for my blog.  I can write 1-2 times a week at times and 4-5 others.  It is up to me.  As long as I stay in the loop and write weekly, I think it will be fine.  Well, it will be just because I intend on doing it.

I will end by pointing you to a post I read that hit me good and hard.  Language is strong, so is the topic.  However, because it hit me hard, I think everyone else should look at it, too.  I hadn’t thought about some of the specifics mentioned; that’s what hit me so hard.

“Whoever Invented the Phrase ‘Real Women Have Curves’…” 

Link:  https://voicesofsteph.wordpress.com/2015/03/31/to-whoever-invented-the-phrase-real-women-have-curves-heres-a-heartfelt-fck-you-strong-language-used-obviously/

Namaste,

Scott

Friday Fictioneers – And Here Lives the Past – Sci-Fi Rated PG13

Rochelle brings us Friday Fictioneers with my story below the picture prompt and the rest > HERE < Enjoy!!!

Source: PHOTO PROMPT – © Erin Leary License for Reuse Assumed Click Pic for Page

And Here Lives the Past

By Scott L Vannatter – 100 Words

To the untrained eye, the small stalks with fibrous umbrellas at the top really looked like simple mushrooms. Jordan, however, did not have untrained eyes. Her abilities as a xeno-anthropologist told her that these were alien spores…old alien sports.

She knelt down, quickly and carefully dug up all the spores, and stored them in a traveling box. She took them home and replanted them carefully under her strictest guidelines.

She painstakingly watched them grow to be almost six-feet tall before they shed their roots and stepped forward. Jordan was so happy she had been able to save her cousins’ lives.

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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

Five Sentence Fiction – Glimmer – “Brave New World” PG13

Lillie brings us this week’s Five Sentence Fiction Prompt:  Glimmer – My contribution is below.  The rest are >HERE<.  Enjoy!!!

Source: http://www.world-insider.com/london-christmas-lights-2012/ Reuse license assumed.

Glimmer

“Brave New World”

By Scott L Vannatter – December 21, 2014

Desirelle stepped out onto the vast alien landscape, the first astronaut to land on an Earth-like planet, and tipped her finger slightly, allowing the glimmer to issue forth from her index and glide forward in an ever-spreading glowing hue of blue.

The aura widened, covering all of the landscape within sight and beyond, blanketing the soil, curling around the rocks, causing the atmosphere itself to sparkle with intense energy.

The stones split; the dust raised into the air, spun, widened, and fell noiselessly back to the soil; and the nearby mountains shook and collapsed, rebuilding themselves into hills and plateaus.

The dervish moved more rapidly, the now-gathering wind reaching gale force, the sky darkened then lightened, water appearing to fill deeper holes created by the moving soil and dust.

After what seemed hours, things slowed and coalesced, the planet had in its entirety been remodeled and refitted for human habitation by this first visitor, a sorceress obsessed with eventual ruling over an entire global civilization.

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Namaste,

Scott