Friday Fictioneers 100 word story challenge

Patrick: Friday Fictioneers 100 word story challenge

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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.

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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

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“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.

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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/

Scoda: Friday Fictioneers 100 word story challenge

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I looked out the window of the surgery in which I worked and saw him down by the docks again.

I wondered where his owner was or if he was owned at all.

I walked down and fed him half of my lunch, something I’d been doing for weeks.

This day the shaggy little mess was particularly forlorn, so I decided to take him to the pound.

He was never claimed and he officially became mine.

I cleaned him up and named him Scoda.

He then spent the rest of his days loved, happy, healthy and with his tummy full.

 

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Douglas: Friday Fictioneers 100 word story challenge

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As I look down at my Ugg Boots that are starting to fall apart I am reminded of the ex-girlfriend who bought them for me.

Stacy was her name. She had issues and her life had been full of shame.

In the end we went our separate ways and the Ugg Boots remain my only reminder of what had been.

I hope she’s out there doing fine. Not a day goes by that I don’t pray she’s healthy and happy.

Maybe in the next life I’ll convince her to be my wife and happily ever after we can be.

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Cindy: Friday Fictioneers 100 word story challenge

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As Cindy looked out of the castle she knew what she needed to do.

She would go and return her heart to the only boy that was ever true.

Although Billy hadn’t a dollar to his name.

She jumped on one of the maids bicycles and rode off in the rain.

When she got to Billy’s he was so happy that she no longer felt afraid.

Billy the poor beggar boy would be the next king after that day.

The Royal Family would have to accept him now, there was no other way.

They ran off and eloped that very day.

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Jemma: Friday Fictioneers 100 word story challenge

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Jemma stared out into the morning fog and just absorbed the beauty that was Calabash Station.

She’d gone into the west paddock early that morning looking for a stray sheep. Billy had left the gate open again. That irresistible idiot Billy, Jemma really wasn’t sure what she was going to do with him.

As the fog began to recede she saw the sheep grazing below.

Jemma and her horse Pinto returned the sheep to its paddock and securely shut the gate.

Jemma looked at her watch and smiled. She still had enough time to go and have breakfast with Billy.

Norma: Friday Fictioneers 100 word story challenge

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The farmer had left the gate open.

Norma felt such extreme excitement at this realisation that the poor old ewe nearly choked on the grass she was eating.

Norma looked around to make sure she wasn’t being watched and then made for the gate like a slow and wobbly bat outta hell.

Norma trotted as fast as she could, but the Farmer was pulling up his truck and throwing her in the back before she had a chance to blink.

The Farmer put Norma back in the paddock and locked the gate.

Norma sat defeated, dreaming of her almost escape.

Sandy: Friday Fictioneers 100 word story challenge

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Sandy snuck up the stairs; you could tell she was shaking as the torches beam bounced all over the place. She had heard the sound of a child’s laughter upstairs, right before the power had gone out.

Sandy was really regretting moving to Broken Hill.

Her heart was hammering and she gave a little yelp when she heard the laughter again. A small near translucent snowy figure floated right past her and through the front door. As soon as it was gone the power came back on.

Sandy made the decision right then that she was moving back to Charlestown.

Caught: Friday Fictioneers 100 word story challenge

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I dash as fast as I can into the cover of the forest, but as soon as I reach the safety of cover, I trip on a gnarled tree root. My ankle is screaming in pain. I try to get to my feet but my jeans are caught. I hear the mutant unicorn call out to its herd. I free myself and run as fast as I can. Even without the injured ankle I can’t match the speed and agility of the wicked monstrosities that are hunting me down. I can hear them closing in behind me. They’ve caught me.

Death Trap: Friday Fictioneers 100 word story challenge

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This is my first attempt at the Friday Fictioneers 100 word story challenge, so be kind LOL 🙂

Death Trap

I stood breathing heavily, being as still as I could possibly be as the old elevator clunked and rattled around me.

It ground to a halt on the top floor. With an ear piercing screech I scraped the old metal gates open and stepped out. I let out a sigh, I hadn’t plummeted to my death and the decrepit old thing had managed to struggle, surge and take me up to the loft in this rank old warehouse.

What was he thinking? I swear my boyfriend is nuts for purchasing this old rundown warehouse, the lift alone is a death trap.