Tag: 100 word stories

Friday Fictioneers — Dreaming of Bison

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In my dreams, I have a canoe large enough to save the bison from extinction. It rests on the backs of magical eagles that carry the bison to the Great Plains in the Clouds, far away from the white men with unkempt hair, angry beards, and guns; they who rampage against the landscape, throw up dust, and wage war with the natural order of the world.

In my dreams, the bison create a mighty storm. They thunder across the skies and exhale lightning, so the white men tremble and their spurs crackle.

In my dreams, the meaningless treaties never happened.

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Friday Fictioneers: 100 words stories
Prompt: image (c) Jennifer Pendergast

Friday Fictioneers — Alternate Histories, Time to Choose

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In 2092, Sergeant Major Sullivan, aged 28, attended the grand opening of a museum housing  previously looted antiquities recaptured from The Enemy. One such antiquity was an ornate, rather hefty cast iron light fixing. During a speech delivered by General Kahn, head of the United European Federation Army, the fixing came away from the ceiling and plummeted down onto Sullivan’s head, killing him outright.

The alternate history was that in 2092, Sullivan attended the same museum opening, but as an enemy operative. Thus, the antiquity killed General Kahn instead and started World War Three.

In 2093, scientists invented a time machine in both alternatives.

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Friday Fictioneers: 100 word stories
Photo Prompt: Image © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Friday Fictioneers — The Honest Estate Agent

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When you do business with me, you’ll discover I’m the most honest estate agent in the world, which is why I don’t wear a suit and tie.

Sir, Madam, even though this house seems tranquil, it’s my duty to warn you about the poltergeist. Once upset, she bangs pots, hurls dishes around the kitchen, and turns on gas rings in the night, or worse.

You might think it impertinent of me to ask, Mr Johnston, but do you take your turn with cooking and washing up? If the answer is no, forget this house. The poltergeist will give you hell.

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Friday Fictioneers: 100 word stories
Photo prompt: image © Raina Ng

Friday Fictioneers — Beating Swords Into Sewing Needles

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On my thirteenth birthday, my father presents me with a suit of armour. I thank him out of duty, but my words do not match what’s in my heart. If only he could have given me a dress of scarlet silk in the latest fashion of the French Court.

Every night I pray that I’ll wake up a woman, but my prayers go unanswered. The priests would say the Almighty doesn’t make mistakes.

Tomorrow, I will visit the Apothecary and ask if he has a magical potion to unshackle me from the chains that bind me to the wrong body.

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Friday Fictioneers: 100 word stories
Photo Prompt: image © C. Hase

Friday Fictioneers — Self-disclosure & How to Woo Your Clients

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At the close of session one, the group therapist said, “Your task for the week is to construct a model that represents your state of mind.

Before you leave, I would like you to follow me out into the backyard to meet my creation: a long-necked reptile from the Triassic period, marooned on dry land and permanently chewing on junk to stop it chasing its tail.

Not only is this a good description of me when I worked for the National Health Service, but it demonstrates that the best psychotherapists are those who’ve personally experienced inner turmoil and identity problems.”

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Friday Fictioneers: 100 word stories
Photo Prompt: image © Douglas M. MacIlroy