Beware the Full Moon


Photo Copyright: J.Hardy Carroll

Here we are again and this week we’re gathered under an overhead window. We’ve come together to discuss our original stories for the week. This is the Friday Fictioneer’s 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 J.Hardy Carroll. Thanks, J.Hardy. To read the other stories by group members, just click on the link below, then on the smiling frog. Next, follow the given directions.

20 September 2019

Genre: Horror Fiction

Word Count: 97 Words

Beware the Full Moon By P.S. Joshi


Frank was thrilled. His younger brother Bill was coming to live with him. Their mother had written the boy was hard to manage and asked if he would take him for a while.

When he met Bill’s bus, he was shocked at how thin and drawn the boy looked.

That night Frank slept soundly as a full moon beamed through the skylight of the apartment. A dark figure crept out the door. Minutes later a high-pitched howl pierced the air.

A day later the newspaper printed the blaring headline,









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Photo Copyright: Barbara W. Beacham

This is my contribution this week to Monday’s Finish the Story, hosted by Barbara W. Beacham. Every Monday, Barbara supplies a new picture prompt along with the first sentence for the story. The original story to be written should have only 100 to 150 additional words. I’ve bolded the first sentence given with the picture prompt.

To read the other stories written by group members, be sure to click first on the link given, and then on the little blue frog in the blue box. The link for all other stories is as follows:

Genre: Realistic Fiction

Word Count: 2+12+150=164 Words

THE DREAM by P.S. Joshi

She lived a life that some would describe as being on edge.

Beth’s pay didn’t always meet her needs, and her nerves were always on edge.

It was the terrible nightmare, always the same one. She’d wake up trembling in a cold sweat.

She was in a dark forest. Then there would be the terrible, air-piercing scream nearby. She found herself running, trying to hide. There were sounds of wild animals. At least it seemed like animals.

Knowing she was adopted at age three, she could remember nothing before then.

Finally, searching through microfilm of newspapers for the year she turned three, one headline left her shaken:


A young child, about age three, was found in the forest east of Lockton. Nearby was the body of a young woman, thought to be the mother.

The child, now in county care, is closely guarded since a man claiming to be her father was found not to be related.

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