Friday Fictioneers: No Room

It is time once again for FRIDAY FICTIONEERS, the challenge where 100 authors write 100 stories of 100 words apiece all about 1 photo.

Here is the week’s photo prompt:

PHOTO PROMPT © Fatima Fakier

No Room

by JE Lillie

There are the wise and then there are those who know the future. I know the future. I wish I was wise. Delusion at least comes with a dose of hope.

The future told me there was going to be trouble. I didn’t say anything because the future doesn’t flutter. It sits and waits.

As our boat entered the canal, the captain of the other boat screamed, “Stop you fool! There’s no room!”

Metal grated on metal. Our boat sank.  Three died that day because of the door I had barred when the future told me I should.

Friday Fictioneers: Where Curses Come From


It is time for Friday Fictioneers. The challenge where about 100 authors write 100 stories from one photo prompt using 100 words apiece. Find all the stories HERE.

Here is my bit:

Where Curses Come From

by JE Lillie

The wilderness is a curse.

We grumbled as we left Elim.

God sent the manna and the quail.

We quarreled at Rephidim.

God gave us water from the rock.

We trembled at Mt. Sinai.

God gave us commandments.

We shrank back at Kadesh

God gave us forty years hard time in the wilderness.

We rebelled with Korah

God judged us.

Perhaps it is not the wilderness.


Friday Fictioneers: Not Home Anymore

It is time once again for FRIDAY FICTIONEERS. That is the challenge where about 100 authors use 100 words to tell 100 stories about 1 picture.

This is our picture.

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

Here is my story:

Not Home Anymore

by JE Lillie

Johan strode into the white-marbled hall.

A woman in an organza gown lifted her nose in the air. She fanned herself twice and drew the nosegay at her wrist to her face with a disdainful gaze.

Johan thought back to the little farm he had worked with his own hands these last years. The mountain streams he had fished. Lisse, the faithful, common wife he had shared his bed with.

“Johan my son! You have returned!” King Ecthbert called. The old man gathered Johan into his meaty arms as courtiers gasped in dismay.

The palace was not home anymore.



Find the other stories realted to this picture by clicking the underlined link above.

Friday Fictioneers: Digging For Water

I was reading some of the entries for Friday Fictioneers this week as I am often wont to do and then on my way in to work this story came to mind.

photo by Connie Gayer

Unblocking the Wells

by JE Lillie

“Oh Lord my back hurts.”

“You must master your body to make it your slave.”

“But why do I have to do this alone?”

“The harvest is great but the laborers are few.”

“I wish I had never even heard that missionary speak. Whatever possessed me to leave the comfort of my home to come to this God-forsaken place to dig a well?”

“I am here. I sent you, and I tell you anyone who offers one of these little ones a cup of cold water in my name will in no-wise lose their reward.”


Friday Fictioneers: Behind These Gates

It is time once again for FRIDAY FICTIONEERS ,  the challenge where 100 authors gather to share 100 word stories all from 1 photo prompt. To see all the stories click the underlined link and follow the blue frog. Here is our prompt and my 100 word story.

PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll

Photo Prompt by J Hardy Carrol

Behind These Gates

by JE Lillie

I stand on the porch just beyond their reach.

They can sense me. I can sense them.

Another step closer and they could mindswipe me.

Father has trembled the gates. They know one touch would shake them to pieces.

Daddy’s power is highly coveted. So is mine.

Since the Mutant Wars everyone can read minds. Many can mindswipe. A few like Dad have the power to tremble,turning inanimate objects into sonic killing weapons. One in a hundred million can necrotame.

I go back inside. Behind these gates I am safe from becoming their greatest weapon.

Friday Fictioneers: Giant’s Watch

I haven’t been able to come out and play with authors of Friday Fictioneers for the last few months. Today though I find myself with a wee bit of spare time so I thought I would share 100 words or so on Rochelle’s weekly photo prompt post.


Here is the photo and my story follows.

PHOTO PROMPT © Jennifer Pendergast

photo by Jennifer Pendergast

Giant’s Watch

by Je Lillie

I am six.

Daddy says I am the man of the house now.

“He is off to war.” Mommy says.

Grammy says, Mommy shouldn’t say things like that.

“Little ears don’t need to hear too much truth.” Grammy says.

I watch as Daddy’s car drives away. They always send a big black car for him.

I stand in the place behind what Mommy calls the Giant’s Watch.

No one can see me there and that is good. Daddy says men don’t cry but I think sometimes they do.

I cry because Grammy is right. Truth is bigger than giants.

Friday Fictioneers: 1-13-17

I have been able to write for Fictioneers three weeks in a row. To many of you that might seem like a small thing but to me it means I am making major progress in my goals towards changing around how I schedule my life. I like it!

Well anyway it is time once again to join about 100 authors to create a 100 word story from 1 photo prompt. To see all 100-ish stories go to ROCHELLE’S PAGE HERE.

Here is our Photo Prompt and my story





By JE Lillie

Standing here above these tracks, I see it all so clearly now.

The day I joined up Mom called me by my pet name.

“Chin up Spot.” She said.

“The time has come and the wide world calls. Little boys grow up and leave their Mamas. That’s that. Besides it’s not forever and home will always be here.”

That was four years ago.

She must have known she had cancer when I left. She always had a reason I couldn’t come home.

Now I am a man with lots of roads to choose from and none of them leads home.

Mama lied.



Friday Fictioneers 1-6-17

It is time once again to add a story to the FRIDAY FICTIONEERS 100 WORD STORY CHALLENGE.

To join in the fun or to read the other authors who wrote stories just click the underlined link.

Here is our photographic prompt and my story follows:

PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook

PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook


by JE Lillie

Jason loved the windmills.

“Imagine the ingenuity!” He would exclaim to me.

“Hundreds of years ago, the Dutch drove back the seas and used the wind to do it! And they wasted nothing! The same pumps that would push back the water made their paint and their chocolate!” He marveled.

Every week he would go and watch the last of those old engines operate. He particularly loved the one that made the paint.

They were making yellow the day he fell in and was crushed by the gears. To this day My kitchen is painted butternut in his memory.

Friday Fictioneers 12-30-16: Serenade

It has been a while since I had an opportunity to just sit down and write extra posts. This week my goal is to participate in all the challenges I once took part in weekly. I am having just so much fun!

It is time to take up Rochelle’s weekly photo fiction prompt. If you would like to join in just click on the photo below and you will be whisked over to Rochelle’s place and there you can discover the rules of play.

PHOTO PROMPT © Shaktiki Sharma

PHOTO PROMPT © Shaktiki Sharma


By JE Lillie

She had little to show for the last two years, just what was in her duffel. He owned the rest. When he told her about the new woman it had taken her only fifteen minutes to clear out.

Standing on the lift platform she realized it had all been a dream. Reality couldn’t be rolled up in under a half hour. She promised herself it would never happen again.

The street player arrived then and opened up his guitar case. As he began to play she smiled. He smiled back, and the dream began again.

The Door Of Hope: Friday Fictioneers 7-8-16

I haven’t been able to participate here at Friday Fictioneers for a while but I am glad to be back! This is the space hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. This is the space where 100 authors (or so) share 100 words (or so)  and 100 stories (or so) all concerning one photo.

Here is this week’s photo:

Here is my story:

The Door Of Hope (100 words)

By Joseph E. Lillie


The chain burned her ankle. Niri knew it would leave a scar. 

She ran sending her senses forth. She could feel the door, had felt it since she entered the city with her masters.

Her keen ears could hear the men behind her.

She caught sight of the blue door to the Summer Lands. She was at the threshold. One push and the door gave. She fell in.

Her foot lay outside the door, stuck. The iron could not pass.

“Owen of Noy, help me!” Niri cried.

A crystal blade materialized at her side.

Niri grasped the hilt and sliced.


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