Friday Fictioneers – inlinkz
PHOTO PROMPT © Randy Mazie
A Warning Anagram
‘Whoever created time.’ Holmes mumbled as sweat dripped from his chin. ‘Must control the universe.’
I sprinted to catch up. ‘It’s abandoned. You were wrong Holmes.’
‘No, Watson, those walls conceal the Tardis.’ He wiped his brow. ‘See, a warning; Transgression S – S for Sherlock.’
I stared at his intellectual smugness forming laughter lines by his eyes. The dust burned in my lungs, and Holmes’s grin prompted me to draw my pistol. If I shot him, I’d be free from this mad quest?
‘Yes, let’s be careful,’ Holmes said. ‘We may have overstepped the Time Lord’s patience.’
Posted in Blog, Short Story, Friday Fictioneers
Tagged Dichtung, Doctor Who, Dr Who, Flash Fiction, Kurzgeschichte, Mystery, Sherlock Holmes, Short Stories, six word story. flash fiction. Great writing., Tardis, Time Lord
The short story, Beneath Your Skin by Rose banks on Literally Stories really got under my skin.
I found it a contender worthy of a tale from the darkside. A believable but unreliable narrator takes you through their unstable relationship with her husband, a drunkard and liar. A man who comes up with a ridiculous lie that she does not believe, but somehow it warps her mind as she tries to understand the man she once loved.
Beneath Your Skin
I gave a short presentation in the Waterstones Book shop in Glasgow last Sunday. It was part of an ‘open mic’ session hosted by Indie Authors World.
In the five minutes, (actually lasted more like an agonising ten minutes), allocated I had the opportunity to present my book, MISSING, to the captivated audience.
I started with my trrailer and heard a few gasps – I wasn’t sure if this was a good thing. However everyone enjoyed the talk and said they found the book interesting. The response was honest from the peer group of budding authors, they are all nice friends.
Have a look at the ‘Book Trailer’ and tell me what you think.
MISSING – The trailer
Are these short promotional clips worth the effort?
Posted in Book Reviews, Books, Short Story, Uncategorized
Tagged Book promotions, Book Trailers, Dichtung, Independent Publishing, Missing the book., Selling your book, Video Clips for books, Writing
Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple
PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll
Independence Day Parade
‘Marcel are you coming.’
‘No, not until I get nuggets.’
‘Get out from under the table. Do you want to see the parade?’
‘Yes, but I want nuggets.’
‘Don’t spoil the holiday, son. We’re going now. Bye.’
‘Wait! I want turkey nuggets.’
‘Mom’s already gone to watch the parade. Now come or stay.’
‘Can you buy me nuggets?’
‘Sorry son, Mom’s taken her purse.’
‘Dad, why do we always have to do what Mom’s says?’
‘Let’s go watch the bands.’
‘Okay. Will Mom buy the nuggets afterwards?’
‘Maybe. Just remember independence and freedom works better, if you’re nice to Mom.’
Posted in Blog, Flash Fiction, Friday Fictioneers, Short Story
Tagged Flash Fiction, Friday Fictioneers, Gedichte, Humour, Independence Day, Observational, Parenting, Relationships, Short Story, six word story. flash fiction. Great writing.
Friday Fictioneers – Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz
The draft wafted a fragrance of jasmine across the counter: I looked up.
‘Hello Joe, can I have one for the matinee?’ She fumbled in her handbag. ‘Usual seat, please.’
‘One? What’s happened to John?’
‘Please, I am in a hurry.’ She passed over the ten-dollar bill and grabbed the ticket. A silver ring rolled from her purse and fell behind the counter.
‘I’ll get that.’ I held it up as she walked away. ‘Carmen, your ring.’
‘Keep it, throw it. I don’t care.’
She slammed the door as she rushed out.
Yes! Tomorrow, I’ll ask her to dinner.
This week I prepared a basic book trailer for my novel MISSING. It is on my author page, if you would like to watch it..
Author Page- James McEwan
Posted in Flash Fiction, Friday Fictioneers, Short Story
Tagged Dichtung, Dreams, Flash Fiction, Friday Fictioneers, Lost love, micro-fiction, Relationships, Romantic, Short Story, six word story. flash fiction. Great writing.
Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple
PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
Flight to Freedom
Susan MacKay was travelling to Australia, and to a new teacher’s post in Brisbane.
Her stomach churned; was her flight delayed?
Oh no! She had planned to be airborne when the kitchen exploded into flames and the fire brigade found her husband’s charred remains. Forensics would conclude he died of an overdose and of gas inhalation. Suicide. An insurance payout.
His gambling debts and affairs drove her to a mental breakdown.
“Would Mrs MacKay please report to the information desk?”
She froze. Had he escaped? Did the burning candle not ignite the gas?
“Last call for Mrs MacKay at gate 10C.”
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PHOTO PROMPT © Valerie J. Barrett
My Grandma’s cottage is a museum now; clean and full of curiosities that visitors point at. Her blackened kettle and the old iron shine as if new.
She was a small woman, but resilient, strong and religiously devout. Like my grandfather and father, I would shake in terror when she called us for dinner.
She rapped our knuckles with the spoon if any hands, faces or finger nails showed traces of lead dust. We prayed, thankful for our cleanliness and our daily bread.
Grandma believed that personal pride was above poverty, and every home in our community washed their steps.
This week’s photograph remined me of my visits to Wanlockhead – now a tourist/museum site.
Rochelle Wisoff-Fields – Friday Fictioneers
PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll
Chantal was five today, and we played her favourite game.
When she was three someone asked why she didn’t wear a blindfold like everyone else.
‘If the other children wear blindfolds, then I want one too,’ she declared.
I smiled, she needed to be like everyone else, inclusive, and fair.
It was as if she had a sixth sense and pinned the tail on the rear rump of the donkey accurately. How does she do it?
‘I just imagine what you describe. Am I right?’ she said.
Next week her Labrador arrives, and we’ll watch them walk in the park.
Literally Stories select a piece from their enormous archive and show case it on their Sunday “Literally Reruns”.
I was surprised this afternoon to find the team had published my story today. Thank you guys and a great thank you to Sharon Frame Gay for selecting it. Have a look at Sharon’s work, click on her name.
Find the story on the link below.
Literally Stories – Lady in the Bauble.
A scene from Sainsbury’s slick Christmas advert recreating the truce
Posted in Blog, Flash Fiction, Short Story
Tagged Christmas Spirit, End War Now, Football in the Trenches, Human Conflict, peace, Relationships, Short Story, Soldier F, Soldier's Duty to Country., World War One, WW1
Friday Fictioneers – Rochelle Wisoff -Fields
PHOTO PROMPT © Jean L. Hays
The corporation said out. They said no.
An accident? Their charred bodies lay for weeks.
It’s not much. There never was gold in the mine.
It was everything, a chance, just their dream.
What now? It’s impossible to sell.
Then, I’ll evoke their spirits and seek revenge.
I see a lake, hotels, casinos, dance halls, I see roads and an airstrip.
People will come for entertainment and play the games of chance.
I’ll sell them opportunity and aspirations of wealth.
They will come to chase the glitter of fool’s gold.
I will reap the goldmine of hopes and dreams.