Friday Fictioneers: Murder Mystery

Photo prompt by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

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The couple sat in the car staring at the sign on the door.

“You know what this means,” he muttered.

“Nope,” she quipped.

“Funny.”

“I am. I know,” she giggled. “But hey, whatcha gonna do?”

“We’re gonna win this thing! That’s what we’re gonna do.”

He’s so competitive, she thought, as she watched him flip through the Down Island Murder Mystery pamphlet. This was their third murder mystery weekend of the summer. They’d solved the first two.

 “Ah-ha! We’re going in!” he exclaimed

“But it says Nope,” she persisted.

“It’s an anagram,” he smiled.

“It’s OPEN! Let the games begin!”

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This is my fourth attempt at flash fiction for the Friday Fictioneers. A big shout out to Rochelle @Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple for hosting Friday Fictioneers. The weekly challenge is to write a story based on the photo prompt, provided today by Rochelle. My challenge was to write a complete story in 100 words or less. This entry was exactly 100 words!

Friday Fictioneers: Madness

This is my maiden voyage into the realm of the Friday Fictioneers. I was encouraged by my fellow writer and poet, Bill @ Our Literary Journey. A big shout out to Rochelle @ Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple for hosting Friday Fictioneers. The weekly challenge she presents is to write a story based on the photo prompt, provided today by Ted Strutz. My challenge is to write a complete story in 100 words or less. Wish me luck!

Photo by Ted Strutz©
Story title: Madness
Genre: Mystery
Word Count: 99
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“Are we a normal family,” he asked. 

"Shhh," I whispered. "We are a mad lot, we creatives, but you know that darling. You’re as mad as they come."

"Am I?" he sulked.

"How else do you explain the murals on our walls and the chain on the front door? I can only imagine what the place looks like to the outside world. The groundskeeper ran off after your last fit some decades ago."

"Has it been that long, Sister?"

"Longer, I fear, but one day when they open this house it will be a shrine to your creative madness."

	

Poetry ~ Three Kings

There were three kings who stole her heart
and left her broken in worlds apart.

The first king came at a youthful age 
and pulled her onto the lover’s stage.

The second king came to mend her heart
and offered her a brand new start.

The third king came from another time
and raptured her with words and rhyme.

And all she thought she knew of life
was torn from her heart with the
third king’s knife.

Now from her kingdom
her heart does rule, but
she no longer plays the
lover’s fool.

For in her kingdom
she is the Queen
and she hides her heart
where it can’t be seen.