DON’T GO THERE

 

 

Photo Copyright: Mike Vore

NOTE: This is late as I’ve had serious server problems. Things seem much better now.

This story was written for Sunday Photo Fiction–July 16th, 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 weeks prompt was sent in by Mike Vore. Thanks, Mike.

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/2017/07/16/sunday-photo-fiction-july-16th-2017/

Genre: Speculative Fiction

Word Count: 200 Words

DON’T GO THERE by P.S. Joshi

Brian was exploring Millersburg. His dad now had a job there and had moved the family. He especially wanted to investigate the weather-beaten, deserted house on State Street he’d seen as they drove past.

An elderly man was staggering along the street so Brian decided to question him.

“Hey, Mister is that old house on State haunted?”

The man stared at him and shook his head.

“Sonny, don’t go there. It was a terrible place back in the day. The owner held prayer meetings but I heard they wasn’t praying to the Lord in the Bible. No sir.

“A buddy of mine said he peeked in one time and they was making funny chalk marks on the floor. He never went back. Scared the daylights out of him.

“One night there was screaming like people was gettin’ killed. The sheriff and his men went there and they said it was a terrible mess, blood, and bodies everywhere. Don’t go there, son.”

The old man shuffled off mumbling to himself.

Old drunk, Brian thought. He was now more excited than ever.

The house was up ahead. Running to it he slowly ascended the rickety, sagging steps.

No one saw him again.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Gone With A Wind by P.S. Joshi

Copyright Sandra Crook

Copyright Sandra Crook

This is my story this week for Friday Fictioneers. It’s a weekly flash fiction challenge to tell a story in 100 words that follows the picture prompt for the week. It’s hosted by the gracious and talented Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. This week the photo was supplied by Sandra Crook. Thanks Sandra.

Link: http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2014/02/26/28-february-2014

The builder looked at the plans and frowned. The architect looked confident.

“Listen Mr. ah…”

“Wolfe, Mr. A. Wolfe. What seems to be the problem?”

“I”ve been building for years and I can’t see how in the world a house made of straw is go’in ta hold up to the weather in this part of the world. It’s just not practical. Never pass inspection.”

“Not to worry. This is an entirely new design and the client is perfectly happy to have it built just this way.”

“What’s the guy’s name now?”

“It’s Mr. Pigg, Littleton Pigg.”

“I’ve gotta meet this guy.”

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