FF Challenge Nov 10th – Driven

Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, thank you once again for hosting this challenge. Please click her name for all the rules. Thank you Marie Gail Stratford for the wonderful photo.

FF Nov 10
PHOTO PROMPT © Marie Gail Stratford

Here’s my 99 word story – Driven

Penny dragged her possessions behind her.  A horn blasted. A taxi brushed her as it passed. The crowded sidewalks threatened to swallow her whole. As always when her determination faltered memories of her twelve-year-old brother condemned to a wheelchair tore at her. Her mind constantly replayed the accident. The horrifying screech of metal hitting metal accompanied her everywhere. Was it the fact that she was driving that pushed her on?  The Illinois Institute of Technology could hold the key to Toby walking again. Their Biomedical Engineering program would lead her to the key that would release her and Toby.

Thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed the story. Please click HERE to read more stories for this participants in this challenge.

Cheers,

Cindy

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Scrivener’s Forge 11 – POV

Here we go. Another writing exercise hosted by Neil MacDonald. Please click his name for more information. I have found these exercises have really given me some tips to watch for writing. Thanks Neil for continuing to post these challenge. Here in Neil’s own words was the challenge –

Exercise

Write a short scene with two characters in which your main character encounters a strange or difficult situation involving another character. Use what you know about your main character’s desires and fears to show how they respond to the other character. Now repeat the exercise, this time using the other character as your main character. Notice how this change of point-of-view alters the story.

Now onto my scenes –

 

Kate’s Perspective

There is no way to avoid it, no way to sugar coat it. Meeting the other woman, the one that had lured my husband from our cozy family life was going to be awkward. How do you make small talk with the woman who willfully and spitefully slept with Kevin, your husband of twenty years? I forced a smile and smoothed some wrinkles from my dress. I could do this. For my son on his graduation day, I would do it.

I watched Rebecca hang on my husband’s arm as they entered. Her makeup was a little too thick, the dress too tight, the smile rang as fake as the breasts. Jason tensed beside me, a reminder that he had been as hurt by his father’s betrayal as I had been. The couple approached us. With each step the weight of my forty years increased. My breasts sagged more, the crow’s feet around my eyes deepened. I cursed myself for not getting my hair colored. Surely all my grey hairs where accented by the gym’s florescent lights.

“Kate, good to see you.” Kevin brushed a kiss against my cheek before giving Jason a bear-hug. “This is Rebecca. Rebecca, this is Katherine.”

Good manners took over, I thrust my hand forward for the obligatory handshake. I didn’t expect the trembling in her hand. I didn’t expect the fear I saw Rebecca’s eyes.

Rebecca’s Perspective

My hand shook as I applied my eyeliner resulting in a crooked line. I took a deep breath and tried again sighing at the resulting line that said nightclub not afternoon high school graduation. I’d have to live with it. Tugging on the hem of my dress I cursed the extra pounds I’ve been accumulating. The one thing I had always been able to count on, especially since the surgery, was a knockout body that men loved. It let me avoid conversations that highlighted my limited education. I’ll start a diet next week. Damn it. I don’t want to do this. I’m not into happy family events like graduations especially when it’s not my family.  Christ, I had managed to avoid meeting the ex -wife for almost a year. I didn’t want to meet the cold woman that had held Kevin in her clutches for so many years.

What do you say to the woman that had treated someone you loved so shabbily, a woman so self-centered that she hadn’t realized her marriage was dead long before you came on the scene. It was dead, wasn’t it? Sometimes the way Kevin talked about Kate made me wonder if he still held onto some fantasy about his marriage. My heart broke when I found him lost in thought, a wistful look etched on his face. Did he regret leaving her for me? Was I a midlife crisis that would be discarded when he regained his senses?

Oh god, everyone is looking at me. I clutch Kevin’s arm for support. Oh no, there she is. Damn it, why did she have to look so put together, so confident? Why did he have to kiss her? Kate thrust out her hand. When she clasped mine, our eyes met. I didn’t expect the flash of intelligence. I didn’t expect such grace. It shook me. I can’t compete with that.

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Cheers,

Cindy

FF Challenge Oct 27th – God’s Grace

Hey there, thanks for dropping by and reading my submission to the weekly Friday Fictioneers Challenge to write a 100 word story based on a photo prompt. I would like to thank Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for continuing to host this challenge. Please click her name to get all the details.

This weeks beautiful photo was provided by Roger Blutot. Please remember that he retains all rights to his photo.

FF-Oct 27 Sunset
PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

Now my 100 words – God’s Grace

The blood. It mocks me. I can’t stop seeing it spattered across my uniform and my soul.

“It was a clean kill. You’re lucky to be alive.” Captain Rafferty said. “The whole city thanks you for taking out that murderous slime.”

Bathed by the setting sun, babbling waters and calls of red-winged blackbirds calm my ravished nerves. I hear God whispering through the trees assuring me I’ll be okay. Comforted, I let the bottle of pills slip from my grasp into the long grass.

The clouds, now bleeding red, mock me.

Frantic, I rake my trembling fingers through the grass.

Thanks for reading. Please take a moment and click HERE to read a wide range of stories based on the photo. It’s always interesting to see where the picture takes our motley crew of writers. Hey, take the plunge and join us. I promise it won’t hurt a bit.

Cheers,

Cindy

 

Scrivener’s Forge 10 – Point of View

Welcome to my story for this month’s Scrivener’s writing exercise. Thank you to Neil MacDonald for continuing to host these exercises. This month’s really set my imagination free. Please click Here to get all the information on the monthly writing tasks.

Briefly and in Neil’s words here was the task –

Exercise:

Rewrite a well-known fairy tale or legend from the viewpoint of the bad guy. Remember, bad guys rarely believe they’re bad guys and have their own reasons for behaving as they do. Make your point-of-view character believable.

Now for my story –

The Wolf and Little Red Riding Hood

Approaching the pack meant death. Aisha hunched down deep into the thickets. Her fall from alpha female to banished one had happened in the blink of an eye. Her injured leg had made her an ineffective hunter, a burden on the pack, an easy mark. Her fate was sealed when alpha male Mateji turned his back as Sekai approached hackles raised teeth bared. Sekai was younger and quick to attack. Her first lunge, ripped fur from her throat. Rather than fight the stronger she-wolf, risking injury to a strong provider for the pack and her own death, Aisha had dropped her head, lowered her tail and limped away. For weeks she had listened to her packs nightly calls organizing their hunt. Instinct drove her to follow them as they traveled across miles. The distance between the swift moving pack and Aisha increased until their calls where faint and distant.

She gave up her pursuit and slunk into an abandoned burrow where at one time she had given birth to four cubs. It had been days since she had stumbled upon a wounded rabbit. Her stomach rumbled with hunger. Her leg no longer sent waves of pain through her body but wouldn’t support her weight, making it impossible to spring on any prey. Weak and trembling, the once proud wolf huddled in the rocky shelter. Days and nights lost to the darkness. A soft melodic noise floated through the air. Fear coursed through her veins when she recognized it – a human. Aisha lay still knowing that humans had little sense of smell. She waited for the human’s sound to flow into the distance. Instead it became louder increasing her fear. Soon it was accompanied by the rustling of leaves and thumps of footsteps. The footsteps achingly close.

Curiosity and hunger forced her to investigate. Slowly she edged her head into the forest punctured with shafts of daylight. Alarms were ringing in the recesses of her mind. Daylight, not a time to hunt. Ignoring the warning, the nervous wolf edged out further. A clattering of branches to her left implored her to look. Her body tensed ready to fight, her injury making fleeing impossible. Her sharp mind quickly absorbed the details of her foe. A she-cub was bent over an array of brightly colored flowers. The cub clutched a handful of flowers in one paw, a large brown object in the other. It was mewing as it plucked more flowers.

“Run!” Aisha’s mind screamed.

“She’s alone and a mere cub.” Her stomach counseled.

Heartbeats passed. Aisha torn with indecision followed the cub as it scampered through the forest. Stealthily she closed the distance. The growl of her hunger overtaking the caution of her mind. The light shifted abruptly. The forest and its protective cover was thinning.

“Now, pounce now,” her stomach urged.

Aisha tensed her muscles in preparation to spring. Her injured leg collapsed. She tumbled face first into the dirt. By the time she regained her feet all she could she was a flash of red as the cub left the forest and sprinted across a meadow. Aisha crept to the edge of the meadow and watched her prey. Her stomach roared at the loss. Her mind was still fixed on the she-cub as it reached a den. The squeals from the old one and the jumping with joy from the cub reminded Aisha of the games she had once played with her cubs. Her babies were now miles and miles away. Her heartbreak at the loss of her pups and her pack coursed through her making it hard to breath.

A series of short barks from the humans drew her from her dark thoughts. Aisha, shook her head and turned away from them. She would not steel this cub from its elder.

Thanks for reading. I hope you enjoyed my version of this classic story. Please click HERE to read other responses to Scrivener’s Forge – POV.

Cheers,

Cindy

FF Challenge Oct 13th – It Was My Choice

Can you believe it? Really, can you believe that it is almost mid-Oct.? My, my time slips by.

Before we get to my story I want to take care of some important business. First a big thank you to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for continuing to host this challenge. Please click her name to review all the rules of the game. Next thank you to Douglas M MacIlroy for the thought provoking photo which is to be used for Friday Fictioneer stories only.

Now for my 100 words –

FF Oct 13
PHOTO PROMPT © Douglas M. MacIlroy

It Was My Choice

Teeth gnashed, claws tore the air. The crashing sounds alerted me. I opened the door. A ginger blur brushed by.

Cursing, I reached to straighten the overturned boxes and recoiled my injured hand. Squatting, I sought my foe. The quaking form plunged my heart to my feet. Cooing softly, I scooped up the trembling bird. Its heart quivered against my hand. I was a god. Life or death, it was my choice. I tighten my grip as the little bird struggled.

From the crook of the tree where I had placed it, the little guy thanked me with a shriek.

Thanks for reading. Please click HERE to read other creative stories. Oh, one more thing. Please take a moment to leave a comment and help me improve my writing.

Cheers,

Cindy

 

FF Challenge Sept 25th – A Good Fit

Time for another story for the Friday Fictioneers Challenge to write a story 100 words or less based on a photo prompt. Thanks once again to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for continuing this challenge. Please visit her site, by clicking her name, for all the details.

This week’s photo has been generously provided by Sarah Potter. All photos are property of the photographer, donated for use in Friday Fictioneers only. They shouldn’t be used for any other purpose without express permission.

FF Sept 22 old-shoes-cobwebs
PHOTO PROMPT © Sarah Potter

Now for my 100 word story – A Good Fit

Long before it was cool, I was a nerd.

I chose wisely, my partner nursed my creations into a net worth that continued to explode exponentially. I didn’t care. My wife, Betty, did. Bigger, more expensive was her mantra. I was dragged from store to store, forced to don $1,500 jeans, $900 sneakers and inexplicably $300 T-shirts. I hated them. But a happy wife …

Betty and half my money is gone. When she left, I crawled through the sprawling attic seeking a relic from happier times. I shook off the dust, brushed away cobwebs.

They fit me just fine.

I appreciate you taking the time to read my story. Click HERE to see other stories based on this weeks prompt. Why not take a chance and join this merry band of writers.

Cheers

Cindy

FF Sept 15th – Hearts

Yep, it’s here again, Friday Fictioneers 100 word stories. Please visit Rochelle Wisoff-Fields to get all the information on how to join our group.

This weeks photo prompt was kindly supplied by Kelvin M. Knight. Please remember he retains all rights to his photo.

Now here’s my 102 (oops) word story – Hearts

FF - Sept 15th Bread
PHOTO PROMPT © Kelvin M. Knight

Sherry stared as the bread tumbled to the floor. The heart-shape reminder of love reopening the wound that was once her heart.

There had been a time when love had meant flowers, jewelry boxes, breakfasts with heart-shaped pancakes. Then came late nights at the office, the smell of whiskey on his breath, weekends spent alone. Her love slowly dripped from her battered heart.

The receipts for flowers and jewelry she never received morphed her hurt into an anger that scorched her soul.

She ground the bread into the floor with her heel picturing her ex’s heart. Hers beat a little easier.

Thanks for reading. I really struggled with the ending for this one. Let me know how I could have improved it.

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Cheers,

Cindy