THE PROBLEM SHIP

 

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:

https://sundayphotofictioner.wordpress.com/2017/07/09/sunday-photo-fiction-july-9th-2017/

Genre: Humor Fiction

Word Count: 200 Words

THE PROBLEM SHIP by P.S. Joshi

“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.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THE PERFECT MAN

 

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Photo Copyright: C.E. Ayr

This story was written for Sunday Photo Fiction–January 29th, 2017. Each week the host, Al Forbes, provides or chooses a picture prompt. 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 supplied by C.E. Ayr. Thanks, C.E.

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:

https://sundayphotofictioner.wordpress.com/2017/01/29/sunday-photo-fiction-january-29th-2017/

Genre: Realistic Fiction

Word Count: 200 Words

THE PERFECT MAN by P.S. Joshi

When Dorothy started dating Frank she thought she really had a good catch. He wasn’t just handsome, smart, and educated but would inherit his father’s money.

“You should definitely marry him,” her mother said. “You’ll be rich one day.”

Her friend, Ruth, had introduced her to him. She seemed hesitant to do so, but couldn’t avoid it as they were all at a college picnic by the town river. Dorothy could never understand her friend’s attitude. It didn’t make sense. Frank seemed to have everything.

The only other thing she couldn’t understand were his disappearances. Every month he’d be gone for a couple weeks. When he came back he’d say nothing about it. She hesitated to ask and he never gave her the chance. He worked for his father so it didn’t matter.

About a year into the relationship, she began to have fears. One of his friends disappeared suddenly. The police found his body by some railroad tracks. His hands and feet were tied to his neck and he’d been tortured.

One evening in the paper Frank’s father was named as a gang leader.

When Dorothy told him she didn’t want to see him again, he broke her arm.

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BO PEEP’S PROBLEM

 

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Photo Copyright: Sandra Crook

Here we are for another week. Today we’re revisiting a busy road with a lot of sheep in front of and hindering the progress of a car. Our hostess for this weekly gathering is the talented and gracious author and artist, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. We’re the Friday Fictioneers group. Our challenge this week and every week is to write an original story with no more than 100 words not including the title. It’s supposed to have a beginning, middle, end, and follow the picture prompt for the week. This week’s prompt is a rerun taken by Sandra Crook and requested by Jennifer Pendergast. Thanks, Sandra, and Jennifer. Here then is the same story I wrote the first time plus a few tiny changes.

To read the other stories by the 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:

https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2016/07/13/15-july-2016/

Genre: Fantasy Humor

Word Count: 100 Words

BO PEEP’S PROBLEM by P.S. Joshi

Bo Peep was crying and wringing her hands. She had lost her whole flock of sheep. She’d searched high and low, back and forth.

Whatever would she do? Her family depended on her. She’d never been in such trouble.

Until evening, everything had been fine. Then they disappeared. She thought she heard them so where could they be?

Little Boy Blue came along and offered to help. She explained her problem.

He went, looked around, and came back to her.

“Peep,” he said. “aren’t those the sheep over there?”

“Where?” she asked.

He shook his head. “You need glasses, Peep.”

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ANGEL AHEAD?

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Photo Copyright: The Reclining Gentleman

Here we are again. This week we’re in a virtual restaurant  near a virtual interstate highway. Our hostess for this gathering is the gracious and talented writer and artist, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Our group is the Friday Fictioneers. The challenge for each of us is to write a story with no more than 100 words. It’s supposed to have a beginning, middle, end, and follow the picture prompt provided for the week. This week’s prompt was provided by The Reclining Gentleman. Thanks, RG.

To read the other stories from group members, just click on the little blue frog in the blue box, after clicking on the link. The link for the other stories this week is as follows:

http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2015/09/23/25-september-2015/

Genre: Realistic Fiction

Word Count: 99 Words

ANGEL AHEAD? by P.S. Joshi

“I wish now I’d started home earlier. Rain’s beating down, and the moon’s hidden.

“Luckily, traffic’s light. The idiot behind me has his high beams on.

“All at once a man’s appearing far ahead, standing in my lane. I slam the breaks on, sliding into the other lane.

“I finally come to a stop. Mr. High Beams behind me has disappeared.

“Climbing out, I walk back down the highway. Shining my flashlight, I see in horror the highway has washed away. Mr. High Beams lies far below, lights still on.

“The other man has disappeared, but where to?”

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GRANDPA DISAPPEARED

 

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Copyright: Barbara W. Beacham

This is my weekly contribution to Monday’s Finish the Story, hosted by Barbara Beacham. Every Monday, Barb supplies a new picture prompt along with the first sentence to be used for the story. The original story to be written should have only 100 to 150 additional words. The title doesn’t add to the word count. I’ve bolded the first sentence given with the picture prompt. Be sure to click on the little blue frog in the blue box to read the other stories.

The link for all the other stories is as follows:

http://mondaysfinishthestory.wordpress.com/2015/02/16/mondays-finish-the-story-february-16th-2015/

Genre: Humor Fiction

Word Count: 150+21+2=171 Words

GRANDPA DISAPPEARED By P.S. Joshi

Little did they know when the photographer took their picture that they would find themselves in a painting. The small band left behind many friends and family members who wondered what happened.

The disappeared were Nathaniel Pitching who played the snare drum, Zechariah Knavelthorpe who played the tuba, Ely Twitchickle who played the air horn, and Humbert Thinkin who played the trumpet.

Buddy Pitching never got tired of hearing the story about the strange event. “Mom, tell me again how Grandpa just disappeared one day.”

“Well,” said his mother, “the band members decided to celebrate their ten years together by having a picture taken. They went to the studio and no one’s heard of them since. All that was found was the painting that’s hanging on the hallway wall. It’s an odd painting, because there are no brushstrokes.”

Buddy went and examined the painting again.

As he leaned closer, he thought he heard a tiny voice say, “Help.”

The figures seemed to have changed positions. That was creepy.

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DISAPPEARED

 

Debris on river banks.

Copyright–Sandra Crook

Well, here we are this week, gathered in a virtual cabin beside a stream in the woods. It would be even prettier if it hadn’t flooded recently, washing debris up onto the shores. It’s peaceful though. We’re here to discuss our original stories for Friday Fictioneers. Our gracious and talented hostess for this gathering is author and artist, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. The weekly challenge for this group is to write a story with no more than 100 words. It’s supposed to have a beginning, middle, end, and follow the picture prompt for the week. This week’s prompt was supplied by Sandra Crook. Thanks again Sandra.

The link for all other stories is as follows:

http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2014/12/10/12-december-2014/

Genre:  Realistic Fiction

Word Count:  100 Words

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Luke hadn’t contacted a family member in ages. He was a drinker– had been for years.

After his wife died in the car accident, he lost his will to live.

Sixty and let go from his job when the company downsized, crying inside, he felt like human refuse.

He’d sold the house, but bills and booze ate up the money.  Sleeping in his car, he ached from the bone-chilling cold. His fingers felt numb.

Christmas was coming and he was now freezing and lonely. Should he call his only sister?

He did. He heard the words, “Come home to us Luke.”

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BO PEEP’S PROBLEM

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Copyright–Sandra Crook

This is my story for Friday Fictioneers this week. This is a weekly challenge to write a story in 100 words with a beginning, middle, and end. It’s supposed to follow the picture prompt for the week. The host for the challenge is the talented and gracious Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. This week the prompt is a photo supplied by Sandra Crook. Thanks, Sandra. It has been suggested that Blue could have given Peep even better advice for her night herding, so I have changed my story a bit to fit in with that.

http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2014/05/14/16-may-2014/

Genre: Fiction Fantasy

BO PEEP’S PROBLEM by P.S. Joshi

 Bo Peep was crying and wringing her hands. She’d lost her flock of sheep.

She’d searched high and low, back and forth.

What could she do? Her whole family depended on her. She’d never been in such trouble.

Until evening everything had been fine. Then they disappeared. She thought she heard them so where could they be?

Little Boy Blue came along and offered to help. She explained her problem.

He looked around and came back to her.

“Peep,” he said. “Aren’t those your sheep over there?”

“Where?” she asked.

He shook his head. “You need night vision goggles,  Peep.”

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IT LIVES!

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Copyright–B. W. Beacham

This is my story for Friday Fictioneers this week. This is a weekly challenge to write a story in 100 works with a beginning, middle, and end. It’s supposed to follow the picture prompt for the week. The host for the challenge is the gracious and talented author, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. This week the prompt is a photo supplied by B. W. Beacham. Thanks, Barbara.

Again, for everyone’s information, be sure to check your Spam frequently as things get netted and put there that shouldn’t be there. I found some of the blogs I subscribe to in it. Others have found comments on the stories there.

http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2014/05/07/9-may-2014/

Genre: Horror Fantasy

IT LIVES! by P.S. Joshi

I call it a fish because that’s as close as I can come. It lurks quietly somewhere below the sun-dappled, rippled lake surface. That’s a place you wouldn’t expect it and it likes it that way. It waits. Somewhere it waits for its next victim.

Others laugh but it’s seen me and I’ve seen it: twelve feet long, blue-green scales, massive razor-sharp teeth, bulbous eyes that show unexpected intelligence, five foot tall dorsal fin.

I don’t go on or near that lake now. People have disappeared from the village without a single trace.

IT LIVES! I TELL YOU IT LIVES!

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