Friday 22 January 2021

100 Words: A Triangle of Death

It lies there waiting for you, a triangle of death.  So inconspicuous it sits, this triangle of death.  Seemingly benign, that triangle of death.  A gateway to the end, it is, the triangle of death.

They invaded silently and invisibly, existing in plain sight until they decided to come forth and conquer.  

The production carried on as normal, no one paid the triangle on the floor much attention.  Those inside it waited for their moment.  When they did, the world watched the first person disappear into triangular oblivion.

And now they are waiting everywhere, for everyone, these triangles of death.



Written for Friday Fictioneers from the following picture prompt (see here for other stories): 


PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Friday 15 January 2021

100 Words: When the Angels came down

When the Angels came down, no one was watching.  Beaming down in the soundcheck, it was timed so very badly.  Their song reverberated around the concert hall, as full of hope and truth as the seats were empty and earless.

Only the janitor saw.  Only the janitor heard.

He never told a soul.  Who would ever believe him?  He wasn’t sure he believed it himself, really.  It felt like the strangest hallucination.  

On his deathbed he sang the song.  Only the priest heard.

It was her they put away for madness.  

And that is why you should always plan ahead.



Written for Friday Fictioneers from the following picture prompt (see here for other stories): 



PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

Friday 8 January 2021

100 Words: Untitled

I was organised for years.  Every aspect of my life I had control over was rigorously sorted.  Everything was in its right place.  And inside, my mind functioned as a perfectly oiled and ordered machine, barely a thought went astray.

And then you disappeared.

I could never remember a thing.  I missed trains, lost pencils, our dog ran away.  I sat and stared.  Everything blurred and streaked away.  I regressed back to the days of caves, my world narrowed to the shadows on the wall from the outside world.  Nothing I saw made sense anymore.  

Organisation became a distant memory.


Written for Friday Fictioneers from the following picture prompt (see here for other stories): 



PHOTO PROMPT © Jan Wayne Fields

Wednesday 6 January 2021

The Gateway

As the water receded we waited in that serene place, silently waiting for our voyage.  I was twenty-one and it was my turn to journey through and discover something new.  We were still rebuilding then, although it had been decades, but we were getting slowly better at retrieval.  

“I discovered nothing, I got too overwhelmed,” my Dad told me while we packed.  His debriefing had helped inform my training.

“I buried some books, but they didn’t survive,” my Mother added as I helped her bake journey snacks.  We had since learned to preserve.  And commit to memory.

I stepped forward, my training filling my mind as my breath caught in my chest and my heart thumped as I walked alone across the wet mud, the sucking sound urging me one.  As I passed under the ancient wood all sense of time and place was sucked away quickly and I found myself in an orchard of a fruit I didn’t recognise.  

I checked the stars, scanned the horizons, felt the earth.  Then buried fruit pits in a metal box under a rock.

Weeks later and years in the future I returned.  This is why I love cherries so much.




Written for 
Flash! Friday from the following picture prompt.  In the previous 18 weeks (or Sols), we were to add one of two elements (though sometimes I did both) - a Fire Element or an Ice Element.  This time, we had a bit more choice!  Alongside a word count of less than 200 words, with no minimum, we were to include one or more of the following:

1. Write your story in a genre that’s different from your default (you decide what that means to you)

2. Include a mythological character or non-Earth world

3. Incorporate a favorite fire or ice dragon challenge from Sol 1 – 18


Torii Shrine by peaksignal. Read more about the shrine here.

Tuesday 5 January 2021

81 Words: The Lost Traveller Found

How did I feel?  How to explain?

Stuck on Earth for decades, ship destroyed on landing, sending homemade signals daily, longing for this moment...

Yet I’d had another life.  One that fell apart when she discovered my secret.  I went into hiding but she kept that secret.  And, because of that, I’d started to think more of her than home.  

And so what I thought when they found me, in front of the Pompidou Centre, was… that’s where we got engaged.




Written for 
Flash! Friday from the following picture prompt (we were also asked to add a Fire Element (include a chef) or Ice Element (include an insterstellar voyager)) and had a word count limit exactly 81 words.  


Joy. Pompidou Centre, Paris. CC3.0 photo by Rupert Menneer.