Friday Fictioneer: Drilling In

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PHOTO PROMPT © Todd Foltz

Drilling In

“There’s life inside these eggs, brother?”

His brother’s icy eyes stared plainly but he smiled a “yes”.

“Then why’s there a driller in your hand, brother?” Zyan asked.

His brother just smiled in that soft, charming way and brought the sharp tool closer to the eggs. Closer. Still closer. A sharp, rough noise. Broken shells on the table.

“Brother, what the hell are you doing?” a shock had frozen Zyan.

His brother just smiled. One by one all the shells fell. Blood scattered. Feathers scattered. Flesh scattered.

But his brother just smiled, “They’re safe now. Won’t feel pain again.”

Friday Fictioneer: Tune

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Tune

By the old, curtains of the abandoned mansion, the two boy cousins could see the flaming rays of the dying sun kissing the summer mist.

The older boy, smarter and colder of the two, and a former bully, whispered coldly, “Still enemies but, gon’ work together, ‘kay?”

The younger one, timid and bullied, didn’t reply.

 Instead, a soft piano tune played.

“Ain’t …” the older trailed off as his eyes went to the clock. Running backward.

Again the tune. Soft and haunting.

This time, the older gasped at the other, horrified. Whenever the younger talked only a soft tune played.

Friday Fictioneer: The Thing

Friday fictioneers is a weekly challenge set by Rochelle Wisoff Fields to write a 100-word story in response to a photo prompt. You can find other stories here

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Copyrights:© Ronda del Boccio

The Thing

 “Whassup today?” I asked to the Boy Who Lived in the Shack.

“Test drive,” he said, putting forward a “Thing” looking like a hot air balloon.

Together, we carried it to the open where he adjust the engines and together we seated in the large box.

“Now think, boy.” He said.

“Think what, boy?” I asked.

 “Whatever,” he said and so I did. And the more I thought, the higher the Thing flew. Higher, higher, into the air. Past the clouds.

“Hey, when will it stop?” I asked, frantically.

My mind went crazy with worries but even higher we went.

Snatched Away from Home

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Photo Credits: Sandra Cook

Snatched Away From Town

The train rushed out of the station, dragging me with it. Hands tied, mouth gagged and eyes burning with tears too stubborn to fall.

Outside of the old window, I see my hometown blurring away. The station where I sold newspapers, the roads where I begged and… the cluster of stones where I had awakened the curse.

Another lashing hit my arm.

“How did you do that, scoundrel?”

Master shouted. I kept mum.

Another lash of whip.

 “When will that creature come alive, you urchin?”

I faintly smiled for I was the answer. A creature snatched from his homeland.

A Curse That Became a Blessing

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PHOTO FROM ROGER BULTOT

A curse that became a blessing

Millenniums ago, I had been cursed to become a statue. And now I think, it’s a blessing.

They had taken parts of my hands, they had forever closed my eyes.

It’s a blessing, I say again. At least I don’t have to see my mother Earth dying. At least I don’t have to see some of my brothers die out of hunger and others feasting on fries. At least, I don’t have to see the pain and disgraceful state of the world which, once was such a gracious place.

Discoveries Underneath

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Only for Friday Fictioneers. Photo credits: Dale Rogerson

Discoveries Underneath

When I saw it for the first time, I thought it was some sort of stupid building made for show. But it was during a windy summer day when I finally discovered the secrets beneath it.

It was there, in the middle of a uncannily deserted road, burning up in the sun. I was messing up with it, trying to find the “mysteries” behind it. It was then I had found out the swirling stairs hidden beneath this structure leading to the place of highly technological place of giants. And guess what? They had giant phones and came over here at midnight to charge them!

Post Script:

I am really sorry for this stupid little tale. It’s actually a part of a larger series called “Discoveries of Jos, Far and Wide” I’m so gloomy that can’t really use my words well. Thanks for reading!

The Last Show

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Image © Ted Strutz. Used with permission for this Friday Fictioneers challenge only. Any other use of this image requires Ted Strutz’s permission

The Last Show

On a long summer day, I had gone to a long-forgotten alley, in a much-remembered building. Phoenix Theatre.

It wasn’t a place where people went just to entertain themselves. No, it was much more.

It was a monument. A reverend, venerable monument. A legacy of past. Immortal, like its name suggests. And magical.

Inside the hall, curtains were drawn. Lights were off. The movie started… And all the scenes came alive.

I just gasped with shock, a pleasant shock. Until, one movie character came and dragged me inside the screen. Like it did, to every watcher.

(99 words)