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Friday Fictioneers 1-6-17

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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

Ground

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

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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

Serenade

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

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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:

PHOTO PROMPT © Jan Marler Morrill

CLICK HERE FOR ROCHELLE’S PAGE AND THE OTHER STORIES

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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Friday Fictioneers: Flicker

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It is time once again for Friday Fictioneers. This is the challenge where about 100 authors share 100 stories in 100 words all concerning 1 picture chosen by our hostess Rochelle.

Please click the underlined link above to find all the stories written  from this picture.

PHOTO PROMPT © Mary Shipman

PHOTO PROMPT © Mary Shipman

I am writing this story off of my first reaction to the picture. At first I saw the swatches of fabric to the right of the lights as fresh dipped candles hanging and drying.

Flicker

by JE Lillie

We walked hand in hand down to the boat house. I could see the candles flickering in the windows.

I reminisced about my father lighting candles in a blackout, telling ghost stories until midnight.

Grampa’s lantern with it’s little candle shone into the dark joy of many a family camping trip.

My father had proposed to my mother by candle light.

As I opened the door to the boathouse I thought how perfect it all was.

Then she said, “It’s so dark in here. Can’t we turn on the lights?”

I let go of the little black box in my pocket, “Sure.”

The lights clicked on.

 

 

Friday Fictioneers 4-22-16: The Snare

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It is time once again for Friday Fictioneers. This is the challenge where about 100 authors share 100 stories in 100 words all concerning 1 picture chosen by our hostess Rochelle.

Please click the underlined link above to find all the stories written  from this picture.

PHOTO PROMPT © Madison Woods

Photo by Madison Woods

The Snare

By JE Lillie

I tried to warn him.

But hearing succumbs to the louder beating of the heart.

I saw her thorns from a long way off.

All he saw was curves.

I caught the essence of bitterness that is sure and certain poison for men.

All he smelled was her breath on his neck.

She took my hand and there was a betrayal in the gentle grip.

“Her hands are smooth as silk.” He said bedazzled.

My tongue tingled with the flavor of his destruction  that day.

He tasted her lips as the parson said “You may kiss your bride.”

I am not entirely sure why but as soon as I saw the picture my mind flashed to this passage in the Old Testament.

“This is the way of an adulterous woman:
    She eats and wipes her mouth
    and says, ‘I’ve done nothing wrong.’

21 “Under three things the earth trembles,
    under four it cannot bear up:
22 a servant who becomes king,
    a godless fool who gets plenty to eat,
23 a contemptible woman who gets married,
    and a servant who displaces her mistress. Proverbs 30:20-23

 

Friday Fictioneers: The Codex

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It is time once again for Friday Fictioneers. That is the place where about 100 authors gather to share about 100 stories containing about 100 words all from 1 picture shared by our hostess Rochelle.

Here is this week’s photo prompt:

PHOTO PROMPT © Kent Bonham

Photo by Kent Bonham

The Codex

by JE Lillie

Sinna’s  every nerve vibrated with a desire to run, but he had to see the Codex. He clung to the shadows of the holy chamber, listening for any sign that the Eldaar were coming. When he was certain he was safe he moved into the flickering torchlight. The altar was reached in less than a breath’s space.

As he looked at the Codex’s intricate symbols Sinna realized with dismay he could not read the runes.

Dismay turned to despair as the Eldaar stepped  from the shadows. Sinna heard the blade hiss before the darkness engulfed him.

 

 

Now please take some time to read the other stories at Friday Fictioneers by clicking the underlined link above and following the little blue frog.

 

Friday Fictioneers: My Playground

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It is time once again for Friday Fictioneers. That is the place where about 100 authors gather to share about 100 stories containing about 100 words all from 1 picture shared by our hostess Rochelle.

Here is this week’s photo prompt:

Jhardy

photo by J. Hardy Carroll

My Playground

by JE Lillie

Everyone in town called it the WPA project. Then they’d sneer. I didn’t know what WPA was or why those letters made people so unhappy. It was just an old cellar hole but to me it was a magical place, a fairy vale, where I could escape from the violence of my father, the impotence of my mother, and the bullying which had become the norm for the smallest kid in school.

I made friends with the trees growing from the basement floor, and carved my initials in the walls. 

I cried for weeks after the bulldozers took my world away.

Info on the WPA can be found HERE.

In my home town there was an abandoned cellar hole that was part of an unfinished WPA project. The police were forever chasing kids out of that cellar hole.

Read the other stories in the FF collection by clicking the underlined link at the top of this post.

Friday Fictioneers April 1, 2016

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It’s time once again for another episode of Friday Fictioneers. This is the place where 100 or so authors hang their hats on Fridays to tell 100 or so stories in 100 or so words  all from 1 picture. Join the forum and read the stories by clicking HERE.

Here is the photo we are working from this week

PHOTO PROMPT © Marie Gail Stratford

And here is my story:

From Behind Glass Walls

By JE Lillie

“From here  it seems like you can see the world,” She said.

“And I’m the Lord of all I survey,” I said.

She laughed her little laugh. 

“Careful. Pride goes before the fall.”

We had known each other too long for me to take her seriously.

Leaving she kissed my cheek .

It was then I noticed the papers on my desk.

“Petition For Divorce.” read the heading.

Just below that was a yellow post-it in her perfect cursive.

“It’s time for me to find a place out in the world we’ve been looking at for so long.”

Beauty Finds A Benefactor: Friday Fictioneers

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PHOTO PROMPT - © Ted Strutz

I haven’t been able to visit Friday Fictioneers in a few weeks. Schedules once again have gotten the better of me and quick posts between meetings have been the limit of my blogging.

This week, though, I was determined to actually sit down and write. Please click HERE  to visit our hostess Rochelle and her 100 or so contributors. Our stories this week are all inspired from the photo prompt above.

 

Beauty Finds A Benefactor

by JE Lillie

“Imogene who planted them flowers in that old commode?” Daddy yelled as he came in from the junk yard.

“I did.” Momma hollered back.

“I was gon sell that.” Daddy chided throwing his lunch pail on the table.

“When?” Momma snapped. “It’s been sittin’ out the front door two years!”

“Don’t rush a man, woman.” Daddy chuckled.

“It’s a junk yard dog I’ll be rushin’!” Momma smiled as she said it.

“I’ll have you know I’m a sanitation engineer.” he replied hand to heart.

Momma kissed Daddy gently.

“Okay you can keep your flowers.”

Momma giggled, “I know I can.”

 

 

First Flower: Friday Fictioneers

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PHOTO PROMPT © The Reclining Gentleman

First Flower

By JE Lillie

He was invisible. The third of seven children. His two elder brothers were soldiers in the war. His sisters were startling beauties. Then of course there was Bobby, the baby, the favorite. It was a miracle he didn’t forget his own name in the shadow of his siblings.

“Sam, Sam! that’s it.” the girl at the register exclaimed.

“What’s that?” Sam asked.

“Your name. Your name is Samuel right? I see you at school everyday. ” Her smile blinded him.

Just like that buying a loaf of bread turned into falling in love.

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Happy Valentines! This is my response to Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers Challenge.

Every week about 100 authors share 100-word stories regarding a photo prompt chosen by Rochelle.

This week Another of Rochelle’s regular contributors has won an award for her short story. Congratulations to Margaret Leggatt! Her award winning story “COMING UP ROSES”, CAN BE FOUND BY CLICKING HERE.