Friday Fictioneers: The Ritual

Photo Prompt by Dale Rogerson

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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.

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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!

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: His Town

Photo Prompt by C.E. Ayr

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His Town

He built the small town with his bare hands. It was where he felt most alive. He prided himself on knowing all the locals and conversed for hours with the shopkeepers and bartenders. He was keenly aware of everyone’s comings and goings. And he enjoyed all the gossip; there was so much drama! In this town he was king. He vowed to live there forever.

Until the night nurse arrived and reminded him to take his pills.  As he drifted off to sleep, the retirement home fell silent as did his miniature town on the craft table in his room.

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This is my third 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 CEAyr. My challenge was to write a complete story in 100 words or less. This entry was exactly 100 words!