TROUBLE IN THE GRAVEYARD:

 

Barb wire--Madison Woods

Photo Copyright: Madison Woods

NOTE: If anyone is interested, there’s a literary magazine, CQ INTERNATIONAL,  that started a short story competition in the last issue. There’s going to be the second competition. The magazine is online and free. The entry for the competition is also free. The winner’s story is published in the next edition. The magazine is published in the UK, and the editor is Paul White. The link is as follows: http://shoutout.wix.com/so/5LGgR6hs

Here we all are for another week. Today we’ve gathered in a virtual graveyard. Our hostess for this 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. It’s supposed to have a beginning, middle, end, and follow the picture prompt for the week. This week’s prompt was supplied by Madison Woods and is a repeat. Thanks, Madison.

To read the other stories by the group, 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/2016/04/20/22-april-2016

Genre: Horror/Humor Fiction

Word Count: 4+100=104

TROUBLE IN THE GRAVEYARD by P.S. Joshi

Two men had been sent to the graveyard on a vital assignment.

“Okay, here’s the mausoleum, Charlie. Hand me the stake.” Bill stepped forward and pulled on some gloves. “I’ll open the door.”

Charlie looked confused. ” I thought you had it. What’ll we do?”

It was one hour before dark.

Bill, always a quick thinker, went to the truck and pulled out a roll of barbed wire.

“Alright, here are some gloves. Let’s get started.”

Count Sucksalot rose, opened the mausoleum door, and turned into a bat.

“But what is this, a cage? How dare these people. No respect!”

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THE MEMORY BUS

 

London double-decker bus--03-march-27th-2016

Photo Copyright: Al Forbes

This story was written for Sunday Photo Fiction – March 27th, 2016. Each week the host, Al Forbes, provides 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 and inspired by the prompt.

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

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

https://sundayphotofictioner.wordpress.com/2016/03/27/sunday-photo-fiction-march-27th-2016/

Genre: Romance Fiction

Word Count: 3+200=203 Words

THE MEMORY BUS by P.S. Joshi

Sean Wilson sat comfortably on the top level of one of the last Routemaster buses in London. They only traveled on a couple heritage routes now. It was one of his “remembering” days.

The face of the woman sitting opposite him in the aisle seat had faded away and he now saw his dear Annie. It was on a similar bus they’d first met.

In a voice like silver, she’d said, pulling off her gloves, “I just moved here from Aberdeen.”

Until then, he hadn’t noticed she was wearing gloves. He’d heard of love at sight but hadn’t believed it. She was magic and her golden hair glowed. He couldn’t think of a thing to say.

He must have looked stunned because she laughed. My name’s Annie Macintosh, what’s yours?”

His name, what was his name? “Sean Wilson,” he blurted out. Now she’d think he was stupid.

But she laughed again. “Do you always take this bus, Sean?” Another passenger walked between them.

His brain froze. Did he? Finally, “Yes, yes,” he almost shouted.

“Say, mate, this seat taken?” a deep voice asked.

With a mild shock, Sean came back to the present and his fellow passenger. “No,” he said.

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