Hello October!In keeping with the season, I’ve written a flash fiction story for the Friday Fictioneers. Thank you to Rochelle @Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple for providing another Friday Fictioneers photo prompt. The weekly challenge is to write a story of 100 words or less based on the photo prompt below.
Friday Fictioneers: Vlad
The sun is low on the horizon. I must arrive before it sets, before he wakes. I press the accelerator of the Jaguar topping 100 mph while checking my black leather weekender.
Everything is here. This should do the trick.
I arrive at his lair as the sun sets. Too late. He’s waiting for me in the foyer with a glass of red wine. His long black hair shimmering against his alabaster skin. I am mesmerized.
“How long has it been since you cast your spell on me?” he grins.
“Seven centuries, my love, since you took your first bite.”
I managed to snag an invitation to the old bones annual ritual. A black robe and mask awaited me in the foyer with a note.
‘Wear only the robe and mask. Ascend the staircase. The chamber doors await.’
The room was dark, save a candelabra in the far corner casting shadows on the walls. Several robed figures knelt before the High Priest. He raised his head. Our eyes met.
‘Present your offering.’
I pulled the garlic from my robe. A collective ‘gasp’ filled the room.
The High Priest swooped in and whispered, ‘nicely played’ as he gorged on my neck.
Another flash fiction story written 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 of no more than 100 words based on the photo prompt. This story is exactly 100 words!
The couple sat in the car staring at the sign on the door.
“You know what this means,” he muttered.
“Nope,” she quipped.
“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!”
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!