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Friday Fictioneers: Higher Places

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Copyright - Danny Bowman

This post is written in response to the weekly photo prompt from Rochelle at Friday Fictioneers. The rules of Fictioneers are as follows:

THE RULES:

  • Copy your URL to the Linkz collection. You’ll find the tab following the photo prompt. It’s the little white box to the left with the blue froggy guy. Click on it and follow directions. This is the best way to get the most reads and comments.
  • MAKE SURE YOUR LINK IS SPECIFIC TO YOUR FLASH. 
  • While our name implies “fiction only” it’s perfectly Kosher to write a non-fiction piece as long as it meets the challenge of being a complete story in 100 words.
  • When you are done here check out Rochelle’s other subscribers at
  • http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2014/03/05/7-march-2014/

Here is my story:

Higher Places

I was born the seventh son of a seventh son. Mother said my blood was magic.

Yet the seer foretold my doom if I ever stood higher than the pillar in the temple garden; So father gave me to the priests to ward by their magics in the  stone circle.

But I was young and grew tired of the forest. I wanted the sky; So when I ran it was to the highest place.

I first saw her by God’s twins at her prayers before a wooden cross. Something whispered across the hillside and blew away all I knew of life. Magic abandoned me to love.

Friday Fictioneers 8-9-13

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copyright-Renee Heath

Here is our prompt for this week’s Friday Fictioneers. This exercise in flash fiction is a great way to get the creative juices flowing!  So let me encourage you to jump on over to Rochelle’s page at http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2013/08/, read the rules and join in the fun.

Here is my take on this week’s prompt.

Wannabe

My name’s Jake. The chick on the right is my sister Norma Jeane. Yep that’s right Norma Jeane Mortenson.  The Mortenson clan were big fans of the blond bombshell. One of the families had to fall on their swords and create a namesake. We drew the short straw.

Actually it wasn’t all that bad until Aunt Orli bought Norma that stupid white dress. Now she insists on wearing it out  every time we go to the grocery store.

She calls this “doing the Marilyn.”

I call it “the ditz’s walk of shame.”

I can’t wait until I get my license.

Friday Fictioneers 8-2-2013

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Here we are again for another episode of Friday Fictioneers with Rochelle. Check out the rules and read almost 100 other authors at this writers forum: http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2013/07/31/2-august-2013/

Here is this week’s story prompt.

Copyright - Jennifer Pendergast

Bee A Man

Mom built  the hive with money from the divorce settlement.  Always a back to nature  girl, she went positively granola after dad took up with the surgically enhanced Barbie doll who answered his office phone. A little reactionary if you ask me but who can judge?

I can that’s who! You try being the kid who lives in a giant plastic beehive.

When the football team stuffed me through the eye hole of our giant bee lawn ornament I decided I’d had enough. They don’t zone for bee hives in Florida, but they have great beaches.