Friday Fictioneers – Oh Danny Boy!

Nevis to Boston

This post is submitted to Friday Fictioneers. The challenge is to write a complete story with a beginning, middle, and end in 100 words or less. My story follows the picture prompt below.

He’s come a long way since leaving this picturesque island of Nevis. The horrors of the enslavement of the natives will never entirely fade away. Even in his new country he will be surrounded by an enslaved population. But this time they will be his. This time he will be the master. Little did he realize what a history he would create in his new world. An acceptance into King’s College; a hero of the Revolutionary War; author of the Federalist Papers; involved in a famous dueling battle; and first Secretary of the Treasury.

Easier Said Than Done

This post is submitted to Friday Fictioneers. The challenge is to write a story with a beginning, middle and end in 100 words or less. My story follow the picture prompt below.

I hawk my father’s precious, but not fully appreciated, art work outside our ridiculous expensive rented space to tourists who have no idea how much talent is involved in their purchase.

I did not want to return to this busy, ugly, dirty city. My father says to try and embrace the city as it is, not some childhood memory that makes you both nostalgic and sick. Embrace it and make its fault your own.

Somewhere a lyric from a song plays in my mind. “Easier said then done.”

Rudy

This post is written for Friday Fictioneers. The challenge is to write a complete story with a beginning, middle and end in 100 words or less using the picture prompt below.

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

He was once considered a hero after his actions on September 11, 2001. It was hard to maintain that halo as he rapidly fell from disgrace one misstep after the next. The President had once considered him for his running mate. Now the President needed his help. He needed an endorsement from auto company to seal a foreign relations deal.

“Just get in front of the headquarters of an auto company and have their president say some glowing remarks about how I have turned the auto industry around under my leadership,” the President said.

“I’m on it boss,” said Rudy.

A Transaction

This post is submitted to Friday Fictioneers. The challenge is to write a complete story with a beginning, middle and end in 100 words or less. My story follows the picture below.

The street was void of people. The silence of the neighborhood was not normal. This would make the transaction difficult. He depended on chaos to achieve his mission.

He needed to make up his mind to halt or go straight forwards. After a very short consideration he made his way towards the point he had in his mind. He knocked on the old wood door. It was opened by a very odd figure, who upon glancing at him, almost shut the door.

“Walk in if your please Dr. Watson,” a voice calmly called from the back. “Let’s begin.”

Whitefish Bay

This post is written for Friday Fictioneers. The challenge is to write a complete story with a beginning, middle and end in 100 words or less. My story follows the picture prompt below.

The sea was deceptively calm. He knew that would change. Memories of his fathers death at the hands of this unforgiving and relentless mistress haunted him.

November was always a bad month to be sailing. As he looked out from his station a chill went through his body as the waves were increasing in size. The static from the onboard radio warned of a storm of the century. He was watching the ship’s radar when the blimp that was the ship in front of them disappeared.

Below him he heard the cargo of the big ship began to move.

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Today marks the 46th anniversary of the sinking of the Edmund Fitzgerald. I grew up in Michigan and I still remembered where I was when this came over the news. Much like everyone remembers where they were when JFK was assassinated. Just 17 more miles they would have made Whitefish Bay and safety.

Plan B

This post is written for Friday Fictioneers. The challenge is to write a compete story with a beginning, middle and end in 100 words or less. My story follows the picture prompt below.

He had everything figured out to the smallest detail. Her bag was packed and stood by the doorway. Gas tank was full. He had made three practice drives to the hospital. The drive was anywhere from six to nine minutes depending on traffic. This would be a piece of cake. All she had to to was tell him it was time.

The expected time arrived . But as they rounded the curve they saw the stalled tractor.

“Plan B. Get out of the car and come over to my side and get ready to deliver your new baby boy,” she cried.

John Browdie

This post is written for Friday Fictioneers. The challenge is to write a complete story with a beginning, middle and end in 100 words or less.

It was just like him to be late. They were to meet here and then ride to the museum. He saw him on the bench out front.

“I thought you were riding your bike here,” said Harold.

“Had a little accident,” said Browdie. “Need to buy a new one.”

“Do you know how far the museum is from here?”

“No I do not,” said Browdie; “but is of no great consequence to me, for I attend walking.”

“Perhaps you should buy a off road bike this time.”

That’s My Bike

This post is written for Friday Fictioneers. The challenge is to write a complete story with a beginning, middle and end using the picture prompt below.

His prognosis had been a devastating blow. The concussions Ben had received during the bombing had left him without any memory. The doctors had tried just about every treatment to recover even a tiny portion of his life before the war. So far nothing had worked.

His brother had an idea. He did a goggle search and found it. Working with the museum curator they wheeled the piece of art to his bedside.

Ben’s eyes suddenly went wide. “That’s my bike!” Ben yelled.

Hardscrabble

Winds whipped across the frozen pond. The worst of the winter was yet to come. The journey they had all agreed to had been more difficult then they ever thought possible. Their meager food supply would only last them a few more weeks. Eric wondered if they should turn back. The group decided to stay where they were. Over the next few days nine of the original thirteen either froze or starved to death. Eric looked over his shoulder at Trevek and wondered who was stronger. The ice cracked under his snowshoes as he approached his prey.

This post is written for Friday Fictioneers. The challenge is to write a complete story with a beginning, middle and end in 100 words of less.

Selfie

This post is in response to Friday Fictioneers. The challenge is to write a complete story with a beginning, middle and end using the picture prompt below.

Sometimes you need a new perspective on your life. Every day you go about your daily activities with little thought of how things change around you. Or do they? If you take a selfie (Oxford Dictionaries chose that word as its Word of the Year in 2013) today and stood in the same place a year from now, how much would change. Same pictures on the wall? Your favorite recliner? The super soft blanket that even Linus from Peanuts would envy?

Would you even be here in a year to take the picture. Yes? No?

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