Welcome to My Parlor

Welcome to Friday Fictioneers.  This is a weekly writing exercise where you, use up to 100 words (no more) to write a complete story based on a photo prompt.  This week’s photo is from Sarah Potter.  Thanks, Sarah.  I had great fun with this one.  If you want to read more stories (or do one of your own) click here –> More Stories <–  The entire shingding is hosted by Rochelle.

 

 

 

Welcome to My Parlor – Word Count 100 By Scott L Vannatter

George really liked, maybe loved, Sarah.  So, when she called him over to see the new spider “home” because he was a “web” designer, he rushed to her place.  Sure enough, it was an amazing web, in the kitchen, quite large and looking out-of-place.

“You should see the one in my bedroom,” Sarah said behind him.

George turned to smile at the innuendo and started screaming.  There was Sarah, six extra furry arms, sticking out from her back.

She used four of them to pick George up like he was nothing.  A spider’s mouth spoke to him.

“My children are…hungry.”

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

Friday Fictioneers – Let’s Try Again…

Oh, it has been a long time since I allowed myself the time to come here and free write.  It has been a busy…um…several years.  Things have happened.  I have been working on a book, scifi, and stopped more times than I have started, I think.  I have been through illnesses and worked them out.  I have proclaimed myself as a member of BDSM in a post on WordPress >here< and lived through that, also.  I have 2 great nieces, now aged…I believe 3,4 or 4,5 lol

Best news is that I set my scifi book aside and my daughter and I are collaborating on a book, nonfiction, about our lives and beliefs.  i am excited!  So is she!  It will be awhile, but I know it will be worthwhile.

I have grown as a person using the Law of Attraction, even begun a study group on Pam Grout’s work.  Here is a sample >here<

Enough of that, below is a long-time-coming of my input to this site.

He looked down at his feet. He focused on the strings and saw a myriad of tentacles sailing out into the world, connecting him to everywhere. Mentally, he tugged on a strand; feeling the ripples carry out into the universe, making others take notice or simply change paths. He had altered 32 individuals with this motion, tipping them in the proper direction. He realized his tug then had resulted in those 32 affecting 397 others positively. Following, he saw 2,694 from that connection and then 14,238. He stopped looking, returned to his shoes. He bent down, tying the other string.

Namaste,

Scott

 

Friday Fictioneers – FF – “Dispelling the Evening – Rated “R” – 8/22/2013 – Horror/Suspense

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Friday Fictioneers  – FF – “Dispelling the Evening – Rated “R” – 8/22/2013

(Read my story, then click on the pic to see the rest!)

By Scott L Vannatter

Conrad sat quietly across from the old church.  He was nearly buried in the weeds.  Several older people went in.  He had been told it was choir practice night, but he watched all the same.  With the ways the planets were aligned and the house the moon sat in, as well as the pivotal location of the building on the  main nexus of the area, Conrad felt nearly certain a Black Sabbath service was going to take place tonight.  He cocked a shell into the ten gauge and walked toward the church, ignoring the singing of hymns coming from within.

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Namaste,

Scott

Friday Fictioneers – FF – 8/10/2013 “Just like Marilyn?” Rated PG13

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Friday Fictioneers – FF – 8/10/2013 “Just like Marilyn?” Rated PG13

“Just Like Marilyn?”

Scott L Vannatter

Ginney Stevenson was literally dancing down the street.  She did, indeed, very much look like Marilyn Monroe as she spun and her dress hitched up farther and farther.  People would talk.

Oh yes, people would talk,  However, they weren’t going to be thinking much about Ginney and Marilyn’s similarities.  They weren’t going to remember Ginney’s legs (well, they might).  They weren’t even going to remember the color of her dress, which was white, by the way.

What people would remember was that Ginney had walked out (well, danced out) of the drug store with a winning lottery ticket of $185 million dollars!

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Namaste,

Scott