Patrick: Friday Fictioneers 100 word story challenge

Patrick had tried so hard to keep his father’s shop running, but with a baby on the way and the closing of the local mine most of the towns folk had moved away taking their cars and need for mechanical services along with them.

Patrick had a mate over in Bergenfield who’d got him some short term labouring work; it would do until the money came through from selling his home and his father’s shop. He planned to start fresh in a new expanding town. He had a good woman behind him and was confident they would make it through.

Claire Fuller (7)PHOTO PROMPT – Copyright – Claire Fuller

Friday Fictioneers is a challenge set by Rochelle Fields where writers around the world create 100 word stories inspired by the one image. For more information see: http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2014/11/19/21-november-2014/

Lost: Friday Fictioneers 100 word story challenge

“We’re lost aren’t we” Tessa practically growled the words at me.

“Ok, Fine” I sighed “Yes we’re lost”.

It had been my idea to go wandering around a strange city, I hadn’t realised at the time how bad Tessa and I were at reading a map.

We bought our third Ice cream and continued to wander around.

“Wait isn’t that our hotel” Tessa squealed jumping up and down with excitement.

We practically ran to our Hotel. We agreed that we wouldn’t leave the hotel again unless on a guided tour and set out for the pool with Margaritas in hand.

PHOTO PROMPT -Copyright-Rochelle Wisoff-FieldsPHOTO PROMPT -Copyright-Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Friday Fictioneers is a challenge set by Rochelle Fields where writers around the world create 100 word stories inspired by the one image. For more information see: http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2014/11/12/14-november-2014/

The Restorer: Friday Fictioneers 100 word story challenge

This was the image prompt > PHOTO PROMPT – Copyright – Jean L. Hays> and below is what my imagination made of it in 100 words.PHOTO PROMPT - Copyright - Jean L. Hays

I was left at the side of the road by my owner when he ran me out of oil.
Left to rust away and die.
The local teenage punks were hiding inside me puffing away on their foul smelling cigarettes.
Then one day a tow truck turned up, he was all shiny and smug.
I thought for sure I was going to the junk yard to be crushed.

I was taken to a restoration shop.
My engine got rebuilt, interior replaced and my body painted and polished.

I look brand new again. All thanks to my new owner, The Restorer.

 

Friday Fictioneers is a challenge set by Rochelle Fields where writers around the world create 100 word stories inspired by the one image. For more information see: http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2014/11/05/7-november-2014/ 

Martha : Friday Fictioneers 100 word story challenge

Martha stared up at the sky with hungry eyes. She had never in all her eighty three years seen a drought so bad.

Dark clouds started to roll in and cover the painfully bright sky. It was as if the gods had finally answered her prayers.

The healing rain flowed down revitalising Martha and filling her with such joy that she lifted up her petticoat and began to prance around in the street like a woman of much less years.

The rain purged the burnt land as it refilled the reservoirs and the townsfolk’s hearts, giving them the strength to start again.

PHOTO PROMPT – Copyright – Kelly Sands

PHOTO PROMPT – Copyright – Kelly Sands