WildernessTrail

Copyright-John Nixon

We wade our jeep back from the silent jungle—disappointed. The guide did show some pug-marks and tiger scrap lying around. But then he is been doing that since last week.

Patience is a virtue, he says. Duh!!

My thought swims through the scattered leaves, the branches of the tree and the echo of deer calls in the distance. Dusk is creeping in. We've gotta get out of here.

Suddenly, the jeep came to a screeching halt. Waking me up from reverie.

I look up to see her standing right in front, prowling in the backdrop of magical sunset—eyeing her dinner.

Gotcha!

Copyright -Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

 

 

 

 

 

 

Genre: Fiction

Word Count: 100 Words

I took the stairs with the hope of getting some cues. It’s getting dark outside and dogs are barking in the background. I brushed past some spider webs, broken glasses, and a bevy of creepy crawly critters.

Did someone scream? Or is it the howling wind?

I carefully ascended the creaky steps and bumped into a closed door with broken doorknob. I can feel someone watching me; reluctantly I let go of a breath I didn't know I was holding.

Scared? Hell yeah!

I hold the broken door knob, count to six, and turn it around. 

BANG!

"Olly olly oxen free...."

Déjà Vu

Copyright – Adam Ickes

What would it be like to go back there after so long? How will it feel to walk on the same roads again? Meet the same old people?

Should I pretend to be someone else or should I tell them that no— I’ve not moved on. I am still the same person. Why is it so difficult to leave your past behind? Why is let bygone be bygone easier said than done?

It feels so strange, yet so similar. As if I’ve been through this situation before, faced this same anxiety & unease or is it Déjà vu.

Grass Story

Copyright – Danny Bowman

Wherever I look, I can see this green needle like things. I come to the edge of the blanket & slowly stretch my feet so that I can touch it. WOAH!!

They hurt—no they tickle!

I stole a look at Mommy; she is busy reading her book. It’s a beautiful sunny day— and sunny day calls for picnic, Mommy says!

I have been here before, but this green needles under my blanket has escaped my notice. I am crawling all over the blanket but I am scared to step out.

It’s only grass—go on touch it sweet heart!

This is written as part of the Friday Fictioneers Challenge – Write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and end. Today’s prompt is the above picture.

Hope you enjoyed.

That Little Old Woman

Copyright: Sandra Cook

Genre: Fiction

Word Count:107

It was a long drive on a rickety bus, traveling through the steep curves overlooking the never-ending expanse of tea gardens. I am only here for a day to meet my grandma, and then I will bid adieu to this small town for greener pastures.

I made my way through the lonely stretch to reach the stable where she would be milking cows— her daily ritual. Her wrinkled face lit up as she saw me, I reached out to her and she hugged me tight.  

That night, I lay on the heap of hay stack gazing the stars consumed by the thought of her holding onto me.

This is written as part of the Friday Fictioneers Challenge – Write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and end. Today’s prompt is the above picture.

Hope you enjoyed.