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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

The Vigil (Coincidentally, My 1,000th Post)

As a fiction writer, sometimes, I have difficult tasks.  As, primarily, a horror writer, those tasks can become very uncomfortable.  I almost didn’t send this story, but the writer in me got the best of me.  It touches on some hard, difficult spots.  I realized that that’s what horror should do.  It should leave you feeling raw and exposed, scared and nervous.  Please understand as you read.  Scott

The Vigil

By Scott L Vannatter for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

People of all ages had come to the memorial, candle in hand.  The 7 who had been shot at the mall were neighbors, friends, even family in the small Indiana town.  Something this horrendous had never happened to most of these individuals and they were scared, sad, and horrified.  The sheriff and several deputies stood around watching the crowd.  Even during this event, looters and pickpockets could happen.  So close to a holiday made things even worse, if that was possible.

He had paid his respects earlier.  His duties had pulled him long before he had spoken to many and gotten to know them better.  He didn’t expect friendship, but knowledge helped all the same.  A tear ran down his cheek, but it wasn’t really sadness, more of a reverence or prayer.  From the courthouse tower he loaded the first magazine and clicked it into place.  So many here.  He might just outdo Vegas yet.

word count: 155

My story was inspired by this week’s picture which has kindly been provided by Elaine Farrington Johnson. 

Looking Back: The Doll!

Since it is Halloween and I am too tired to pen a new horror story, allow me to simply link you to a four-parter that I have always loved:

https://kindredspirit23.wordpress.com/2012/12/01/a-story-in-three-parts-valley-of-a-doll/

https://kindredspirit23.wordpress.com/2012/12/03/3149/

https://kindredspirit23.wordpress.com/2012/12/05/3178/

https://kindredspirit23.wordpress.com/2012/12/06/doll-story-conclusion/

Happy Halloween.

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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