Wednesday, September 24, 2014

WonHundred Word Wednesday: Scared child

It's your favorite day of the week everyone! It's Wednesday!! Why keep you waiting.

This week's prompt: He hadn't meant to scare the child,

My story:

He hadn’t meant to scare the child, but it happened more often than he would care to admit. The little girl sat curled in the corner, wailing for the return of her mother. He was only doing his job, a job he detested, but relied on. What he wouldn’t give for a normal job; one without the risk of injury, threats, and bodily fluids.

As he got into the tiny car everyone found so humorous, he tore off the large rubber shoes, red nose and rainbow wig.
One thing he knew, being a clown isn’t as funny as it looks.

I had to take a funny turn on it, because it could have easily been a downer prompt. I hope you liked it! Make sure you check out everyone else's stories too:

Wendy Knight, Author:
Kelly Martin, Author:
Alison Woods (Peering Into. . .):
Jessica Winn, The Distracted Writer:
R.K. Grow:
Stephanie Worlton's Kreating Krazy blog:
Leah Sanders, inklings:
Laura D. Bastian
Jaclyn Weist
Amryn Scott
K.R. Wilburn
Lindzee Armstrong/Lydia Winters
Angela Schroeder
Ginny Romney
Canda Mortensen
Jenna Eatough
Kaye P. Clark:
Jenifer Lee:

Wednesday, September 17, 2014

WonHundred Word Wednesday: Memories of home

It's Wednesday again, friends! If you are new around here, Wednesday is special because each Wednesday, myself and several other awesome writers post a 100 word story from a prompt. It's fun to see the different directions each story takes all from one simple prompt.

This week's prompt: Most vivid amongst the memories of his hometown

My story:

The sun turned the sky crimson and gold, the autumn air crisp. Though it had been 10 years, he couldn’t have gotten lost if he tried. The small town was exactly as he’d left it.

The empty lot where daily bike races had been held, the market where he had his first job, the tiny car lot where he had purchased his first car. Most vivid amongst the memories of his hometown was the schoolyard where he’d met the cute pig-tailed blonde on the first day of first grade.

He reached across the car and took her hand. “Welcome home.”

Let me know what you think in the comments and make sure you click on the links to read all the other stories. They are always fantastic!

Wendy Knight, Author:
Kelly Martin, Author:
Alison Woods (Peering Into. . .):
Jessica Winn, The Distracted Writer:

Wednesday, September 10, 2014

WonHundred Word Wednesday: Never Poor Again

It's Wednesday folks! Here's this week's flash fiction.

The prompt:  She had found something that would mean she'd never be poor again - but there was a catch

My story:

I rolled the gold coin in my fingers, wondering if the old man was trustworthy.

“Can I try?” I asked.

“Of course,” he replied, his voice frail.

I placed the coin in my pocket, waited ten seconds and retrieved it, only to find it had duplicated. My heart skipped, contemplating the life I’d lead with an endless supply of gold.

“How does this work?” I asked in amazement.

“If you like it, you can have it… for a price.”

My eyes met his, “Anything.”

As he snapped his fingers, shackles appeared on my wrists.

He barked a laugh, “Your freedom!”  

Don't forget to check out everyone else's stories. We have added a few new authors recently, and we are excited to have them in our group!

Wendy Knight, Author:
Kelly Martin, Author:
Alison Woods (Peering Into. . .):
Jessica Winn, The Distracted Writer:

Wednesday, September 3, 2014

WonHundred Word Wednesday : Fire getting closer

Oh. My. Goodness. Some days, these things are so hard for me to get my head around. This week's really had me struggling. My brain just wouldn't cooperate with me. But it was fun and worked out in the end. :) This week's is my first attempt at a retold fairy tale. 

This week's prompt: "The fire was getting closer."

My story:

He was angry.

I’d heard his roars before, but this was different. I could feel the heat of his anger in the floorboards. I cracked the door open and heat hit my face. Fire consumed the lower floor and was getting closer. And there, in a pile by the door, lay what must be my prince. He was still breathing, but clearly in no position to rescue me.

I took his sword and shield before lowering him to safety.

It was finally time to face the dragon.

This was the last day Rapunzel would be called a damsel in distress.

And as a BONUS, I talked my sister into joining in the fun this week. 

Erin's story:

The door behind me was the only exit that it wasn’t blocking. What worried me more was what may lie on the other side of that door. No one in the whole summer camp had ever been brave enough to go in that room. Not after all the stories they’d heard. The fire was getting even closer now, my options slimming. I had to do it. 

Quickly, I opened the door and ran inside the room, suddenly encased in darkness. I couldn’t see the fire now. I couldn’t see anything. Suddenly, I heard a soft click like metal. Then an eerie, scratchy voice said, “Ooh, look Chuck. We have company.”

There you have it! I hope you enjoyed this week's installment. Let me know what you think in the comments, and of course, check out the other responses to this week's prompt.

Wendy Knight, Author:
Kelly Martin, Author:
Alison Woods (Peering Into. . .):
Jessica Winn, The Distracted Writer: