Photo Copyright: Victor and Sarah Potter

Here we are this week gathered near a spider’s web, a large one. We’ve gathered to discuss our original stories for the week. This is the Friday Fictioneers group. Our hostess for the gathering is the talented and gracious author and artist, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. The challenge for each of us this week and every week is to write a story with no more than 100 words, not counting the title. It’s supposed to have a beginning, middle, end, and be inspired by the picture prompt for the week. This week’s prompt was provided by Victor and Sarah Potter. Thanks, Victor and Sarah.

To read the other stories by group members, just click on the link given below, then on the little blue frog in the blue box.

The link for this week’s stories is as follows:

12 January 2017

Genre: Speculative Fiction

Word Count: 100 Words


It was broiling outside and frosty in the lounge. George enjoyed this escape from everyday reality, this chance to meet people.

As he stepped up to the bar an exotic fragrance entranced his senses. A beautiful woman now stood close to his left side. Turning to him she produced a Virginia Slims and whispered, “Have you a light?”

He felt like he was floating.

Putting a warm hand on his she repeated, “Do you have a light?”

Coming back to reality he answered, “Sure.” Pulling a Zippo from his pocket he lit her cigarette.

He’d been ensnared.























Photo Copyright: Al Forbes

This story was written for Sunday Photo Fiction–July, 9th, 2017. Each week the host, Al Forbes, provides a picture prompt taken by him or sent in by one of the participants in the group of writers. The challenge for each member of the group is to write an original story or poem with no more than 200 words, not including the title and inspired by the prompt. This week’s prompt was taken by Al Forbes himself. Thanks, Al.

To read the other stories written by group members, just click on the link below, then on the little blue frog in the blue box.

The link to the other stories this week is as follows:

Genre: Humor Fiction

Word Count: 200 Words


“I tell you, lads, I did see it. It was shaped like a saucer just hoverin’ in the sky. Then it took off like a shot and disappeared.”

“Ah come on James. You sure you weren’t in your cups at the time?” The barkeeper swabbed the bar, an amused look on his face.

“I don’t give a fig if you lot believe me or not. I tell you it was there.” James raised the mug to his lips and drank deeply of the cold ale.

Outside overhead, a spaceship hovered cloaked from sight.

“What do I do, Gitbot if that thing acts up again? Kicking it worked this time but who knows if it will next time. It’s unpredictable. I’ve never seen a worse piece of junk.” Botbit stared at the hidie thingy in disgust.

Ping, ponk, bonk, twang! The ship began to vibrate and tip to one side.

Botbit shouted, “Now what by all the planets is going on?”

Gitbot calmly picked up a round tool and flung it at a vibrating metal box.

“Calm down, Bot. I’ve seen this happen before. Fill out the problem form mentioning all trouble and transmit it to the engineers when we return.”