Tag: #FridayFictioneers

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Vanished – #fridayfictioneers – June 21, 2024

Posted on by R.M. Carlson
Photo @ Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

It descended upon her while she was walking through the woods. A giant web of some sort, but it didn’t seem to be finished. She heard something weaving.

She was frightened. It felt like it was grabbing at her and she tried to swipe it away.

She was coming to what seemed to be the end of it. The web had gotten smaller. The sound of weaving had gotten louder.

She fought it and tried to pull it off her. It seemed to tighten and then wrapped around her.

She started screaming as the world went dark.

Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting Friday Fictioneers.

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A Change of Heart – #fridayfictioneers June 14, 2024

Posted on by R.M. Carlson
Photo Prompt @ Lisa Fox

She walked away from her home because she needed to think. Depression and anxiety were plaguing her. She felt like she was losing her mind. Her heart was sick.

She arrived at the path that led to the ocean. She started to walk toward the ocean. She wanted it to swallow her. Maybe then she could forget.

When she got to the sculptures, she stopped and admired them. A feeling of hope washed over her. She wanted to live, really live. After standing there, she turned to walk home.

She knew what she had to do.

Thanks to Rochelle for hosting #friday Fictioneers!

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Life in the City – #FridayFictioneers – June 7, 2024

Posted on by R.M. Carlson
Photo Prompt @ Roger Bultot

The girl looked out the window of her high-rise apartment at the skyline of New York. She was placing her few keepsakes from home on the window sill.

Except the last one. The distorted glass. Ellie found it lying in the gutter of a New York City street.

She thought it was welcoming her to New York. A striking city that was a bit contorted like the glass.

There was a rattle and the glass slipped off its perch. It shattered. Ellie gasped and hoped that her life in the city wouldn’t shatter like that glass.

Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff for hosting Friday Fictioneers!

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Escape

Posted on by R.M. Carlson

#FridayFictioneers – May 10, 2024

Photo Prompt @ Lisa Fox

She sat under the protective canopy of the tree reading on a summer afternoon. No one could see her sitting there, but she could see the going’s on outside.

As a small girl, she’d had a tree house. It was a rudimentary one that her dad built for her. That tree house just had a floor and stairs to the ground. 

She dreamed of a bigger tree house now, as an adult. The small deer stand was a start. She wanted four walls, a roof, and even heat for winter. 

She had to find a way to escape.

Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff for hosting #FridayFictioneers!

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The Old Homeplace – #FridayFictioneers – April 12, 2024

Posted on by R.M. Carlson

Photo Prompt @ Susan Rouchard

The old house was going to be destroyed. Industrial development. She barely got there in time before it became a victim of the wrecking ball. 

They stopped work for her so she could retrieve what she wanted. She had to be quick. She ran from room to room, snatching and grabbing.

She ran into the nursery and there were her books. Her childhood lived in those books. One of the workers helped and she packed them up. Nancy Drew. Huckleberry Finn. More.

She loaded them in her car as the memories battered her brain. Thinking of her family, she cried.

Thank you to Rochelle Wisoff for hosting Friday Fictioneers!

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The Old Man – #FridayFictioneers – March 22, 2024

Posted on by R.M. Carlson

Photo Prompt by Roger Bultot

The teenagers in the small town were fascinated by the old, abandoned building.  

They decided to check it out and crawled in through a broken window. It was dark and dank inside. They happened upon a man asleep on a cot in the corridor. He woke up with a start.

He started talking to them. When he was finished, he said, “Don’t be like me. Get an excellent education. Have a beautiful family. Live a good life.”

The next night, the teenagers went back to see the old man. There was no trace of him. Even his cot was gone.

Thanks to Rochelle for #FridayFictioneers!

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The Mirage – #FridayFictioneers March 15, 2024

Posted on by R.M. Carlson

She ran along the water’s edge on the private island, her tanned legs pumping hard. Suddenly tired, she sat on the beach near the water to rest.

When she looked up, she saw him wading in the shallow water. She looked twice because he was a dim, gray image of himself. “Everything will be all right,” he said as he smiled at her.

He started walking away through the shallow water. As he got farther away, he became increasing dim and gradually disappeared. She didn’t understand. Her father had been dead for 20 years. Then, she realized she was smiling.

Thanks to Rochelle and Friday Fictioneers for the challenge and the photo prompt.

Posted in #FridayFictioneers, Flash Fiction

Morsels for Max

Posted on by R.M. Carlson

Friday Fictioneers – March 8, 2024

Photo Prompt @ Rowena Curtin

”Gran, we should plant the flowers sitting on the deck. It’s such a beautiful spring day.”

”We will, Thelma,” replied Gran. “That will give us time to spend with Max.” Max was their dog who lived in a kennel behind the house.

Thelma looked out back at Max’s kennel.

”Oh no, Gran,” Thelma exclaimed. “Max is gone! He isn’t in his kennel.”

When they walked onto the deck, there was Max. He had turned over his bowl and the watering can. The flowers were out of their containers and chewed into pieces. Max looked at them with a satisfied grin.

100 words

Thanks to Rochelle for the Friday Fictioneers challenge! See other Friday Fictioneer’s posts at inlinkz.

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Revenge

Posted on by R.M. Carlson

Friday Fictioneers

Claire saw the old vehicle being lifted from the bottom of the lake. Her mother had drowned in that car and it was her fault. Her mom was teaching her to drive. She lost control of the car and they landed in the roadside lake.

The accident was months ago and she could see the damage to the car. Rust and a crooked door where her mom fought so hard to get out. Claire smiled, then looked around to see if anyone saw her. She had finally paid her mother back for all those injustices she’d suffered in her childhood.

100 words

Thanks to Rochelle and Friday Fictioneers and to Fleur Lind for the photo.

Posted in Flash Fiction

The Sheriff

Posted on by R.M. Carlson

They were finally at the cabin they would call home after a harrowing journey. The wind had torn the cover on the wagon to shreds. They felt torn to shreds by the hardships of their perilous trip.

They walked into their new home. A cabin where she was sure the wind would blow through the cracks between the logs. She could envision their rag rugs on the floor and the colorful flour sacks sitting with food around the kitchen. The cabin had potential.

There was a knock at the door. She looked out the window and there stood the Sheriff.

100 words

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Thanks to Friday Fictioneers for the challenge and to Alicia Jamtaas for the photo prompt.