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Friday Fictioneers: Checkmate

Checkmate

No-one knew how the castle wound up in the middle of rural Ontario, but the experts agreed that the alabaster beauty was medieval European in origin. 11th-century French to be exact, based upon the crenellations, arrowslits, and machicolations.

“Well that’s obvious,” said Mayor Biggins. “Anyone coulda told you that from the ditch!” He waved toward the deep furrow running due east from the castle, all the way to the shores of the Atlantic.

Outraged, France demanded the return of its chateau. Words were exchanged; the UN got involved.

A week later, the castle vanished again, replaced by a 40-foot-tall Bishop.

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Copyright: Claire Fuller

This story was written for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’s weekly Friday Fictioneers flash fiction event. The challenge is to write a 100-word story using a photo prompt. As always, I welcome comments and constructive feedback. Enjoy!

Friday Fictioneers: A Branch Too Far

It began with a nest of sparrows in the oak overhanging the driveway.

Phil, annoyed at scraping bird poo off his Porsche each morning, sawed off that hospitable branch and laughed at the frantic chirping as he fed the whole thing into the woodchipper.

After that, the oak turned downright hateful. Halloween-like, it scraped fingers on his bedroom wall at night and, with one well-placed branch, punched a hole through the bay window.

The neighbors spotted him scaling the trunk the next morning with a chainsaw. Minutes later, it all came down – oak, Phil, and chainsaw – right on the Porsche.

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This story was written for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’s weekly Friday Fictioneers flash fiction event. The challenge is to write a 100-word story using a photo prompt. As always, I welcome comments and constructive feedback and love browsing the other entries as well!

Copyright: Roger Bultot

Friday Fictioneers: Thunderheads

Thunderheads

“What do you see?”

Cumulonimbus capillatus. Thunderheads.”

“That’s not what I meant. Be creative. Ducks, castles, that kind of thing.”

“Please explain, sir.”

“You’re supposed to invent things. Their children imagine shapes in the clouds that resemble objects or animals. It’s a game. I’ll demonstrate. See that bulge over there?”

“Yes, sir.”

“It looks like a flying saucer.”

“It is a flying saucer, sir. That’s our ship.”

The commander sighed. “You’re right. I struggle with the local customs too.”

“Sir?”

“Yes?”

“It’s a shame, isn’t it? What we’re about to do?”

“Exterminating them? If it bothers you, pretend they’re ducks.”

Today’s post was written for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’s weekly “Friday Fictioneers” flash fiction event. The challenge is to write a 100-word story based off of a photo prompt. I hope you enjoy! I always love receiving constructive criticism, so feel free to let me know what you think.

Friday Fictioneers: Easier When You’re Younger

What’s that? A bonus post today, you say? Enjoy it, and don’t miss Alien while you’re visiting!

Easier When You’re Younger

When Harry spotted an unattended bike on the sidewalk, he knew exactly what to do. He pictured himself soaring downhill, the wind setting his hair aflutter.

He struggled to recall how it was done.

Foot in left pedal. Foot in right. Straddle it. No, that didn’t work! Harry tried again from a different angle. His bulk just wouldn’t fit for some reason.

With a sick crunch, the handlebars crumpled into his trunk.

Just great. Now the bike was embedded.

They say you never forget how to ride a bike, but this was so much easier when he was a sapling.

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This story was written as part of Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’s Friday Fictioneers flash fiction challenge. This is my first time participating, and I welcome constructive feedback! The challenge is to write a 100-word story based on a photo prompt. Enjoy!