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A Ghost of a Chance – Flash Fiction 150 Word Max

“It’s a ghost town, Carol. You know, nothng living, just ghosts hanging about.” Jack snorted just a bit as they approached the vacant, unused buildings that used to make up Tindertown.

“I know that, but I don’t want to stop there!” She didn’t shreik but he thought she might.

He accelerated just a bit coming round the corner to the town. A figure stepped out in front of the vehicle and Jack managed to swing the car to the left, but not enough to miss the person.

“Jack!”

He hit the brake, looking in the mirror at … nothing.

“I must have been seeing things,” he said trying not to let his shivers show.

“No,” said Carol, “you weren’t.”

Jack followed her eyes, using the mirror to see the pasty-white translucent figure sitting in the back seat…smiling.

Neither Jack nor Carol saw the oncoming semi until it was too late.

Word Count – 150 Words

Friday Fictioneers – By the Light of the Silvery Moon

This week’s photo prompt comes to us from Ted Strutz.

He stood on the deck knowing, dreading, and loving all at the same time.  He removed his shirt.  The biggest problem, he knew, would be the water.  He didn’t like the water, especially, now.  The all too familiar tingle and fever started.  He felt the sweat rise on his brow.  Below he heard the dancing and gaiety centering on the bride and groom, his neighbors and friends.

9:41pm he could not longer think.  It happened quickly.  The growl escaped his throat and he smelled the air, the night, and the blood.  He headed downstairs and screaming started.

 

100 words – 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

Friday Fictioneers “The Vision” Rated PG13 Suspense / Horror

Rochelle gives us Friday Fictioneers.  My entry below; the rest are >HERE<  Enjoy!!!

Source: PHOTO PROMPT -Copyright Rochelle Wisoff-Fields Reuse License assumed.

The Vision

By Scott L Vannatter – 100 Words

Timeris sat on the old wooden rocker at the pine table on the front porch of his new home. He rocked slowly back and forth. No hurry. Just watching.

The front door across the street was open again. Timeris mentally ticked off the time. This was the fourth time this week the widow had left her front door open. Seven minutes each time. Almost like clockwork.

“I will have to visit Mrs. Appleton soon about this time. Yes, I think I really should make that a point.”

He thought of the fun they could have, well him, she’d be dead.

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Namaste,

Scott

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