“I’m pretty sure it is missing some words.” Jaleel scratched his head.
“Kind of a funny place to put a sign.” Jabu kicked at the grainy dirt at his bare feet. “You think Big Jack put it there?” He asked Jaleel. They eyed the shack at the edge of the bare patch of land where they had spent hours catching lizards and playing cricket. Until Big Jack moved in.
A skinny, weather-beaten man leaped out from his new dwelling and the children scattered as he yelled after them, “Get outta here! Can’t you read the sign? Be Gone!”
Written for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Write a story in 100 words or less. Click the frog to submit your flash fiction and read what other’s have written too!
I pictured this being the meet-cute between two young boys and a homeless man with whom they form a friendship later in their story.
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It was a surprise for Berr. Cooked meat, with a new tool that Eli called fire. Over many moons Kaya’s friend taught her how to make fire.
Berries and a fist of boar meat, which Eli gave to her, spread out on the rocky floor. A sound alerted her to Berr’s entrance. Dragging Eli by his hair, matted with blood. The light in his green eyes muted by death.
“You belong to me. No one else.” his voice echoed around the small cave. The smell of blood and roasted meat overwhelmed her. Kaya threw up, tears burning her eyes.
What an awesome, inspiring image! Certainly was challenging but I enjoyed writing this story that weaseled its way out onto my blog.
Written for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. The challenge is to write a story in 100 words or less. Submit it to the link (frog icon) below and read other flash fiction too.
Hope you’re all had an awesome week and here’s to an amazing weekend!
Heavy chains clanked about, swinging from rusty metal. Remnants of a contraption that once delighted every kid in town. Soon to be scrap metal.
Voices echoed in Yusuf’s mind from a time long gone.
“Dont be a chicken!” Reza had taunted him. Yusuf was game and had sprinted through the crowds towards it.
They didn’t know each other but were like best friends that day. Reza’s family had driven down from the north for the carnival.
As they dismantled the old machine Yusuf thought that had they remained friends they would have gotten into all sorts of trouble together.
I wrote this while in transit in Hong Kong international airport. Not my usual FF writing spot.. so I struggled a bit with this prompt. But I missed last week due to travelling and didn’t want to repeat that. Took me several rewrites though I blame typing on the phone, and airport announcements for this particular struggle. 😉
The metal contraption in the prompt reminded me of carnival rides and I have friendship on my mind lately. So that’s where my mood took me.
Written for Fiday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle. Where the challenge is to write a full story in 100 words or less.