Starting Over – Friday Fictioneers

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Today is Friday, so time for Friday Fictioneers! Using the picture given, and a 100 word allowance, we create something that’s triggered from the image. Not necessarily a direct link to the picture, but something awakened from seeing it.

This week I managed to sneak my story in a touch under the word limit.

 

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Starting over

Stepping out into the warmth of the sunshine, dew still lingered on the grass beneath her feet. The sensation felt like it should be familiar, but her brain refused to make any connection. That happened a lot these days.

She couldn’t even miss her life before the accident. How can you miss what you can’t remember?

Today she started her new life, all over again. She could repeat her first experiences, as though it were all brand new. She couldn’t help but wonder if she’d make the same mistakes as in her previous life, but she’d never really know.

 

Word count: 99

The Search – Mondays Finish the Story

Mondays Finish the Story

For Mondays Finish the Story we get a picture prompt, accompanied by the first line of the story. We are then invited to finish the story within a 100-150 word limit.

Lots of ideas came to mind for this weeks installment, but I had to dismiss most of them for being too involved for the word limit. Instead I went for simplicity, and trying to capture the essence of one incident.

 

© 2015, Barbara W. Beacham

 

The Search

The crew of the Angel Flame received orders to head out. Time was ticking, but they hit the water in record time. The sea was as calm as ever they’d seen it, nothing unusual to report. It didn’t bode well for a successful recovery. 

Behind them a number of civilian boats were heading out, doing what they could to cover the search area. The situation hadn’t yet escalated to panic, but the crew sensed it wouldn’t be long. The family were sitting on the shore, waiting for the tiniest scrap of good news, and the Flame wanted to deliver it.

Everyone was on alert, scouring the horizon for the slightest movement, and finally they found it. Shouts erupted, and they changed direction just as the object disappeared beneath the water. The Flame trugged on, and it seemed to take an eternity.

Word count: 140

One more drop – Friday Fictioneers

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Friday Fictioneers is another little challenge hop making its name out in the blogosphere, and is based at Rochelle Wisoff-Fields blog Addicted to Purple. Every Friday writers are invited to share a story, up to 100 words, based on the photo given as a prompt.

This prompt was actually given out for last weeks post and I missed the linkup deadline, but I really wanted to share with you what I came up with. No matter how I approached it, the tale couldn’t help but come out as poetry, so there was nothing I could do but just go with it. As a poet I’m definitely a novice, and I’m not sure if it falls into the criteria of this challenge, but I’d love to know what you think.

One more drop

Waiting for the next drop, just one more drop, please.

It’s been a while since your last, and it’s brought me to my knees.

The sun is beating down now, and I shade where I can,

but there’s much less litter these days, so I’ve no choice but to tan.

Just one more drop would be enough, to send me on my way,

to be with my brothers. What do you say?

This harmless little fellow, just needing to get home.

I can see that drop emerging now, thank you for giving hope.

Words: 93

 
 

Moving forward – Mondays Finish the Story

Mondays Finish the Story

Mondays Finish the Story gives us a photo prompt and the first line of the tale, inviting us to finish the story in 100-150 words. Thanks to Babso2you for bringing us this weekly challenge, I hope you like what I’ve done with it this week.

Moving forward

© 2015, Barbara W. Beacham

Arriving at the beach, she reflected on her life. Her thoughts always gravitated towards him, towards the hurt he’d inflicted on her, on her family. When would she be free of the cloud over her head, reminding her of all those bad decisions.

Taking deep breaths, closing her eyes, the wind and the spray washed over her. Taking one step, then another, the water felt cool against her skin. She went further and further, eyes still closed, concentrating on nothing but the elements around her. She felt at peace with herself, ready to face what lay in front of her.

‘Hey! Hey! Stop!’

The voice didn’t register with her, but the strong arms pulling her from the water were harder to ignore. Opening her eyes, they were met by the dark eyes of her rescuer. So, this is what lay in front of her then. Interesting.

Words: 146

Delilah’s No More – Mondays Finish the Story

Mondays Finish the Story

Welcome to a new flash fiction challenge I’m trying out, called Mondays Finish the Story.

Each Monday a new picture is posted by babs02you with the first line of a story, and the challenge is to finish the story using only 100-150 words. I’m used to working with a few more than this, so I’m looking forward to seeing what I can come up with in such a small word allowance.

Here is this weeks picture and story:

© 2015, Barbara W. Beacham

Delilah’s No More

After losing her head, she realized that the rest of her body was falling apart!

She missed being at home with Delilah, missed it being just the two of them. She was so gentle, so patient, always making sure she had plenty of tea to drink, however imaginary.

Delilah’s little sister just wasn’t the same. Dolls are not for swinging around, or throwing in the pond, hadn’t anyone explained that to her? She thought at least Delilah might.

But she’s got new things now apparently, no room for dolls anymore. So it all goes to the horror instead. All that can be hoped is that the end comes soon enough, being pulled apart piece by piece is no fun for anyone. Well, except for the one doing the pulling, it seems.

Word count: 116