Photo Copyright: Lucy Fridkin

Here we are again another week. We’ve gathered this week at a beach to discuss our original stories. 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 follow the picture prompt for the week. This week’s prompt was provided by Lucy Fridkin, Rochelle’s friend since kindergarten. Thanks, Lucy.

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:

Genre: Fantasy Fiction

Word Count: 100 Words


Brad was enjoying his vacation on a small island off the South American coast. He walked down to the beach one morning and was surprised to find a local angler standing and examining some marks in the sand.

“Senor, if I were you I’d go back to the bungalows. It’s dangerous here today.”

Brad noticed the markings. There were drag marks as though a large fish had been pulled in. There were also handprints larger than normal.

“Why is it unsafe? What’s been here?”

The man turned to him and said, “Amazon mermaids.”

Just then, a spear barely missed them.




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Forested island

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: Humor Fiction

Word Count: 2+9+150=161 Words


Few knew about the castle hidden inside the island. It wasn’t even a natural island.

Beneath a layer of earth and tropical plants was a building of super-resistant metal.

Within were scientists, with sensitive electronics, checking unidentified space chatter they suspected was from an alien vessel. This was thought to be signals from a mother ship giving instructions to the invading fleet.

In outer space, zooming toward Earth in a flying saucer, were two aliens who had accidentally left their transmitter open.

“Listen, Zictus, I’m getting tired of poctus legs. Check the cooler. I know there’s some doccin salad in there that my bonded female prepared. She also made some special strained piktie root.”

“Centis, I can’t help it if my bonded female can’t cook. I certainly don’t want to hear any more about what a good cook yours is. Use telltie sauce to disguise the taste. We may have to put up with far worse on Earth.”

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