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Uh ah, no way (Friday Fictioneers)

PHOTO PROMPT © Sarah Potter

 

“Ew ew ew! Don’t touch them.”

“But maybe it’s in there.”

“Of course it’s in there.” She kicked out with her foot. She missed by a mile. Probably because she was standing on the opposite end of the hall. “Why did you leave them out there for so long.”

“I didn’t see them.”

The sigh she heaved practically rumbled the floor. “How could you not see them?”

He shrugged.

“I know I saw it. It was huge. Eight giant legs… eyes everywhere.”

“Don’t exaggerate.” He shuffled but didn’t move any closer.

 

 

“I know, throw em out.”

 

“… you do it.”

 

 

 

 

 

This is a Friday Fictioneers Prompt

word count: 100

Potentially inspired by finding a giant huntsman in my mailbox today!

Spray guns at the ready…

 

 

 

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Review: The Life Group by Maura Jortner

Review: The Life Group by Maura Jortne

About the book

ONE MISSING GIRL. ONE RADICAL CHURCH. ONE DAY.

“THE LIFE GROUP is an intense thriller that keeps you eagerly turning the pages, dying to find out all the answers. Teens and adults alike will devour this rollercoaster story with a shocking ending that makes you question everything you thought you believed.” -Emily Bleeker, author of WRECKAGE and WHEN I’M GONE

“With THE LIFE GROUP, Maura Jortner saves us from the same old YA whodunit formula with a truly original storyline and taut pacing that pulls the reader relentlessly toward the devastating conclusion. THE LIFE GROUP’s topical details and themes are sure to resonate with thriller lovers of all ages, and the characters will stay with you long after the last page is turned.” -USA Today Bestselling author Lisa Stormes Hawker

Every day since her sister vanished, Rachel has visited the radical church where Leah was last seen. There are still no suspects or leads, but Rachel’s positive clues lie in that church somewhere.

Thirteen days on from Leah’s disappearance, the pastor introduces Rachel to Tim, a devout worshiper of his Lord. To avoid dealing with his own demons, he agrees to spend the day helping Rachel search for her sister.

It’s Saturday, March 14. Maybe today will be the day. Maybe today Rachel will be reunited with Leah. Or maybe today will change Rachel’s life forever.

For fans of GONE GIRL, this “intriguing mystery” has a “truly original storyline” and will pull you relentlessly toward the devastating conclusion.

My thoughts:

WOW, the pace of this story – the time frame of it occurring over the space of a day and the tension contained within the pages as Rachel discovers more and more about her sister and her new friend Tim is truly amazing.

I read it so fast because I didn’t want to put it down, (Nearly missed my train stop!) I have read many a good story but this is truly original.

Maura Jortner has done an excellent job in this debut book. Her characters are deep and layered. The responses genuine and heartbreaking. A well written piece that gripped me from the start and didn’t let go.

A strange behavior (Friday Fictioneers)

PHOTO PROMPT © Kelvin M. Knight

I stare at the woman humming so cheerfully behind the bench. Several little versions of her run amok around her legs. I’m sure my eyes widen as they clutch at her white slacks with fingers covered in vegemite and butter.

“You look shocked.”

“I don’t understand.”

“The kids? Rascals.”

“The juniors? Yes, they are very rambunctious. I am not used to this behavior.”

She smiles. “I love having you here.”

“You do not mind that I have parked my ship in your backyard? You certainly are strange.”

“I know. It’s only until you refuel, right? Let’s not tell my husband.”

 

 

This is a Friday Fictioneers Prompt

Word count: 100

 

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Red sky (Friday Fictioneers)


PHOTO PROMPT © Danny Bowman

They said it was coming.

I don’t know about that. Me and pa have been out here for days and neary a sign. No odd noise in the night. No strange lights. It is as it always was. Pa says they won’t come out here. We’re too far from the middle of anything.

Nothing but us.

Nothing but me. Pa left three days ago. Said he would get water and gas.

I’ve still got a bit left, the jug sloshes when I shake it. Smoke rises about the tree line. I shuffle back to my log to watch the sky.

 

This is a Friday Fictioneers Prompt

word count: 100

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New short story is out!

Hi all

Very excited to share. My new short story is out! Part two. Retirement is Not the last word

Yay! 
https://www.antisf.com/the-stories/retirement-is-not-the-last-word

What once belonged (Friday Fictioneers)

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bulltot

 

Grass licked at the window sill, long enough to hide the peeling paint and cracked façade.

I like to watch from the window, the glass cold beneath my fingers. The sun is warmer today, the flowers a little brighter.

Moans weave and dance in the air around me. Long forgotten but still heard. A shriek followed by a sigh. Shadows flicker in my periphery.

“There she is!”

I turn.

A startled squeal and pounding feet take off for the exit.

They never stay. I return to the dusty glass and trace a smiling face. They’ll be back. I’m so hungry.

 

 

This is a Friday Fictioneers Prompt

word count: 100

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A darkness within (Friday Fictioneers)

Something sharp poked my arm. Rolling over on the once buoyant mattress I groaned when all I felt were stones. Camping! Who on earth would think I would enjoy this?

I grit my teeth as the canvas twitched. “Hey hun, how are you doing in here.”

“Fab-u-lous.” I ground out. I wasn’t going to fake it. This was my worst nightmare.

I could hear the grin in his voice. “Only a few more hours until sun-up. I’ll make you coffee.”

“Hours!” I flopped back down as the first cramp hit. Not now. A growl welled in my throat. Oh no.

 

 

This is a Friday Fictioneers Prompt

Word Count: 100

 

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