Monthly Archives: March 2013

Friday Fictioneer – Hope & Faith

This is another entry for the  Friday Fictioneer‘s hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Open to all , ready to rack the right side of the brains!.

The objective is to write a 100 word story based on a photo prompt.

Genre: Fiction

Word Count: 103 (oops! 2 times in a row)

Hope & Faith

In the muggle world..

….. Haggers’ managed to shoot down the burglars, but lost their lives. The night of the crime, witnessed a heavy thunderstorm…. Kelly Ronnel reporting live….”


At the ministry of magic, the Minister addressed his assembly.

Nature deprived humans of magic, but made up by endowing them with hope and faith. Wizards were entrusted to protect nature’s source of hope and faith, the two lamps. The thunderstorm was a dark magic spell, that prevented any assistance from the ministry, to the Aurors. Fortunately the lamps, remain in the realm of the earth. Without it humanity would have lost the will to live.”

To read stories from other Friday Fictoneer’s – click here


Friday Fictoneer – A Dream

This is another entry for the  Friday Fictioneer‘s hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Open to all , ready to rack right side of the brains!.

The objective is to write a 100 word story based on a photo prompt.

I found this latest photo prompt quiet challenging. This was what I came up with.


Genre: Fiction

Word Count: – 104 (oops!)

A Dream

Martin! It’s the most beautiful steed I have seen! Look at the beautiful surroundings. “

Aren’t you glad we came here. I can hear my voice echoing far beyond the mountain. Come let’s help him drink water.”

Annie watch out he could be dangerous.”

Oh! don’t be such a sissy. I will race you to him.” .. and that’s when my foot hit the rock and  I got hurled towards the gravel. The next instant, I woke up on the ground,beside my bed, and realized it was a dream.

Serves you right for calling me a sissy” Martin chuckled

Comments/Suggestions/Criticism are welcome !

link to other Fictoneers story here

An amazing story !! 🙂

EL Appleby: Short Stories

My internet is fixed after weeks of problems, so I’m celebrating by posting my Friday Fiction two whole days early – because I can! 🙂

For those who don’t know, Friday Fictioneers is a challenge to write a 100 word story from a picture prompt. It’s hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, and anyone can play. Thanks for hosting, Rochelle! Check out the link at the end of my story to see what other fictioneers did with this week’s prompt.


Wilting Wilfred

‘It’s so humiliating,’ Wilfred sniffed, as he stared glumly out of the window. ‘I used to be such a manly man. And she knows I’m allergic to flowers.’

If he’d known his wife Tabitha’s little secret, he’d never have slept with the lovely long-legged Clarissa. Or at the very least, he’d have been a lot more discreet.

Atishoo! Wilfred sneezed for the hundredth time that morning, causing his petals…

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Friday Fictoneer – The Passage

This is my first entry for Friday Fictioneer. The objective to write a 100 word story based on a photo prompt. I was a bit confused as to which was the latest photo prompt. I hope the below photo prompt is the latest. So here goes ! Comments/Suggestions/Criticism are welcome !

Copyright – Lora Mitchell

Genre – Fiction

Word Count – 100

The Passage

Lily woke up startled, her heart palpitating, by the thud on her front door.

She tried reaching the glass of water by her bedside but at her age even a minuscule task assumed a herculean proportion.

As she lay in bed trying to calm her weary heart, she looked over the window sill.

The head lamps and tail lights of moving vehicles created the illusion of a flowing river.

As her eyes stretched over the far end of the horizon, the glow of the light dimmed, her heart stilled and she felt being drawn into a tunnel of deep stupor.


Link to other Friday Fictoneer’s Story click here

Diary Entry – 2

April 22,

Dear Diary,

My last entry took a lot out of me. I ended it abruptly as I couldn’t carry on writing any further. I was exhausted not by the labour of my writing, but in re-living the events as I wrote them to you. It’s intriguing to observe that the state of one’s mind takes a greater toll on the body rather than actual physically excruciating toil. What’s fascinating is that this law is bi directional. The happier one’s state of mind, the more healthier and energetic the body feels despite a hard day’s work !

Today I am writing to you on a merrier note. Continue reading Diary Entry – 2

Diary Entry

14th Feb,

Dear Diary,

Its been a while since I confided in you and today I decided to redeem myself. In life’s myriad experiences there are some so scary, heart breaking, that even a casual remembrance is enough to shake the foundation of one’s existence and thus one decides to take such things; to one’s grave. The burden of such a decision tends to weigh heavy on one’s heart and mind leading to a turbulent existence. Such has been the fate in my lot for the past months or so and yet there I was hoping for a silver lining. Today the veil has come down and I clearly see my folly. Not that I didn’t realize it from the beginning, just that I chose to ignore it. A young girl can’t be blamed for dreaming a bit, can she ?

Green you know is my favorite color. Red may symbolize love universally, but for me its a grim reminder of all the blood shed, anger and the likes of the world. Green on the other hand brings about the picturesque view of nature’s beauty, of prosperity, it’s easy on the eyes and for me green symbolizes love .. maybe love is too strong a word .. I don’t know what it was, but his green eyes attracted my attention the first time I saw him. It was as if they were made of emerald. I had reached an hour earlier to office that day.. as an intern I wanted to make a good impression. He smiled as he entered the office, I smiled back and he walked away to his cubicle. For the next few days I kept a vigil and as the clock stuck 10 he entered the office. I didn’t have a means to talk to this stranger in my office, he didn’t work in my team, the exchange of smiles though became a routine. He dropped in with clock work precision, as the clock sounded 10 he would enter the door, at sharp 6 in the evening he stepped out. I suspected whether he was a bit eccentric in nature obsessed with punctuality. I never saw him around the cafeteria during lunch hour neither did my wish of bumping into him during a tea break ever materialize. Again I wondered whether he was an introvert, a workaholic who kept to himself.

Continue reading Diary Entry