Monthly Archives: June 2013

I love you.. no matter what

This is an 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

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My story follows the photo prompt below

copyright – Indira by way of Scott Vanatter

Go to hell” she said and marched off angrily

As he fell down by the side of the road he saw a blurry image of the lorry pass by on the other side.

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 “Anita.. ” he called out feebly

Ajay, I am here. Can I have a doctor in here ?”

 “Anitaaa.. ”

 “What is it ?”

 “I love you an..nnn..d.. before the accident when I said I don’t care. I was just angry”

 “I know.” she said as she clasped his hand and had a lump in her throat

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Love is to Love unconditionally

This is an 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

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My story follows the photo prompt below

Tears gushed onto her wrinkled cheeks as she saw the mug shots of the dealers’ arrested in the neighborhood drug bust.

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“…Daddy I am gonna be a museum guard… when I grow up”

“You would look handsome in that uniform son and..”

“Don’t encourage such mediocre dreams Richard. Else he will grow up to be a nobody, just like you”

“He is our son Annie. That’s enough to love him”

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He was a good hearted, bright and cheerful boy, but a disappointment in her eyes. After his father passed away he left and never came back.

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Rusty

This is an 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

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I am happy this week for a couple of reasons. a.) I was able to take time out and write a story ! b.) I was able to come up with something on my own rather than rely on movies for some inspiration !

Also I am not so happy cause a.) The way I see it I am packed with work going ahead and am not sure how many other stories I will be able to read 😦 b.) My story is a 110 words. I brought it down from 130 to 110 and then left it as such.

I will try to make it to as many stories as possible. Also hope to hear from you guy as to how you found my story.

My story follows the photo prompt below

Rusty

Rusty the clown was the talk of his town. Jam packed audiences resounded with laughter at his shows. Newspapers ran reviews praising his vividly entertaining performances.

With the advent of television the crowds dwindled and Rusty was sidelined.

A lot of advertising couldn’t generate a big turnout for his last show. When he jumped from the high wire onto the piano everybody laughed. They realized only when a few minutes had passed by and a pool of blood appeared.

Newspapers carried the photo of Rusty’s legs protruding out of the piano. “A suicide or an act gone wrong ?”. He had again become the talk of the town.

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The Day Bumblee transformed into a Crossbred

This is an 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

My story follows the photo prompt below

Copyright – EL Appleby

What got into bumble bee?”

He was watching Lion King the previous night when Witwicky was busy doing his jungle call.. if you know what I mean.. hmm.. agh… Anyway he got spooked when the paparazzi broke into Witwicky’s home. Transformed himself into a ..ah.. and tried to make a run for it”

at least the new technology works.. it looks so real.. all over the news.”

Optimus blew his radiator when he heard about it. We will sneak him out tonight.. plant a story… mad scientist crossbreeding experiment gone wrong and the animal dying”

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I am not happy with my story. It’s such a beautiful prompt courtesy El, I am saddened I couldn’t do something better with it.

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My Inception ;)

This is an 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.

Due to my laptop issues I am late for this story. But better late than never I guess 🙂

My story follows the photo prompt below


Copyright – Janet Webb

“It dangerous Ana.”

“Just plug me in.. let me see kiss him once more”

Her pleas with her brother went on for a long time….

“It’s not a movie. You won’t have a totem, none of the real world objects can be transported into the dream. Once you see the signal, realize the dream and try to wake up. If time elapses on the machine you will wake up forcibly with a deranged mind – limbo ”

“The dress in the dream will remind me.. that he died.. that it’s not real”

She had seen the dress but accepted the dream as a reality. She now sat peering out of the window – lost.