Jean-Pierre – Mondays Finish the Story

Today, the start of a work week, is the day that I devote to hosting the Mondays Finish the Story challenge. In the challenge, I ask that you write a story using between 100-150 words and that you use the opening line and the photo prompt to create your story. The opening line of the challenge is not included in the word count. Here is my story with the opening line in bold and italics.

© 2015, Marcy B. Ayanian

As her mount shifted uneasily under her, she grasped the brim of her old felt Stetson, gazed upwards and remembered Jean Pierre,” and what a jerk he had been to her. She was not going to forget the lessons she learned while with him.

It was a delicious romance at first, and then at around the three-month mark he began to show his true colors. His biggest problem was alcohol. When cleaning up his house one day, when she asked him where the broom was he replied, “Where did you park it?”

In an alcoholic haze, he would have flashbacks of his ex. Instead of the ex’s face, the visions changed the face to hers. She remembered the morning when she awoke to find him on the couch. He told her that in the middle of the night she had kicked him out of bed telling him, “This is no place for little boys.”

The night that he almost struck her with a chair was the last straw. Jean-Pierre died that night.

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I would like to thank my dear friend Marcybee for not only supplying the photo for this week’s challenge, but the opening line as well. If you would care to join in on this challenge, then click HERE!

Thank you dear reader for taking the time out of your busy day to drop on by for a quick read. Be well… ^..^

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Sacred Ground – Mondays Finish the Story

Monday is usually the day that I write a story for the Mondays Finish the Story challenge. Still in recovery, I am a bit late in getting my story in. The challenge, asks that you write a story using between 100-150 words and that you use the opening line and the photo prompt to create your story. The opening line is not part of the word count. Here is my story with the opening line of the challenge in bold and italics.

The Devils Abode – © 2015, Barbara W. Beacham

“The cemetery spread along the area known as Devils Abode.” It was a sacred burial site for the Yunki tribe. Years later, the gold miners overtook the area. Recently Smithkin and Kerns, a developer, bought the land.

S&K was putting up a multi-unit condominium. It was a stick building. Framing to the third floor just completed. All burned down. Fire investigators could not explain the cause.

The insurance company paid the developer. Construction began again. Framing went up and the building burned down for the second time. What was uncovered was part of the original Yunki burial ground. Burned bones were found and the only explanation was there was a curse.

The third and last time they tried to build, someone saw a man leaning against the building. He chewed on a toothpick, and was sharply dressed. He did not approve of the building. Flipping the toothpick from his mouth, end over end it went, igniting as it landed.

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I hope that you enjoyed my bit of flash and that you have had a wonderful day.

You too can join in on this challenge by clicking HERE!

Be well! ^..^

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The Find of a Life – Sunday Photo Fiction

Inside – Photo by Alastair Forbes

All it took was a quick stumble. The toe of the left shoe caught on a small piece of uplifted stone. He landed flat on his face. Rolling over, he checked out his ankles and knees. He saw no major cuts or scrapes.

Now what was it that his shoe caught on? There it is. He moved over towards it and noticed that the stone now had a series of spalls. Taking out a wide paintbrush, he started to clear the area. More and more of the pieces splintered away.

He knew he had discovered something significant. He received government funding to continue the project, was able to hire a team to do the archeology, and secure for him a nice place to stay.

While clearing one of the many painted walls, he found himself caught up in the scene that was emerging in front of him. Looking closely it began to move. “How can that be?” he thought.

In a rush and a whirl, Alastair Forbes found himself in the painting, and could hear the echoes of the curse as he and the art became one.

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A huge thanks to Al for the inspiring photo, hosting the challenge, and for taking part in my bit of flash for the Sunday Photo Fiction.

Have an amazing Sunday and be well…. ^..^

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The Gamberetto – Mondays Finish the Story

Today, the start of a work week, is the day that I devote to hosting the Mondays Finish the Story challenge. In the challenge, I ask that you write a story using between 100-150 words and that you use the opening line and the photo prompt to create your story. The opening line of the challenge is in bold and italics. Here is my story.

Photo taken of an old photo in 2014 Barbara W. Beacham

The family had no idea that little Luigi would grow up to be not only a well known cheese artisan, but also shortest mob boss on record. For years, the kids teased him calling “Gamberetto.”

From outward appearances, Luigi was just a regular guy who had a passion for making string cheese. He had a store on Fordham Road in New York. Cheeses hung from hooks in the window, and the smell of the cheese shop drew people in by droves. Samples were always available to anyone who wandered in.

Where the operations took place was, of course, in the back. Hidden underneath one of the workbenches, if you stepped on a particular brick on the floor of the cheese making area, a door swung open revealing a huge office. This is where Luigi’s conducted the family business. Little did anyone know that the Luigi the Gamberetto, or shrimp, was also the big cheese.

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Mondays Finish the Story

I hope that you enjoyed my little bit of flash. 😀

You too can take part in this weekly challenge.  Get creative!  I challenge you!  To get to the challenge click HERE!

Thanks for dropping by today and be well… ^..^

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Time – Sunday Photo Fiction

It has been a while since I have written for the Sunday Photo Fiction, and I am ready to start getting back into the swing of things. Here is the photo prompt for this week and my story entitled “Time.”

Watch – Photo by Alastair Forbes

As soon as he finished whispering into the watch, he looked up and noticed that the world shifted. The air in the park smelled fresher, and the walkways were free of litter. No sounds of the 21st century existed here. Women adorned in long Victorian dress held onto the arms of men properly attired in suits. They strolled arm in arm. Jeremy looked down at what he was wearing and was happy to discover that he blended in.

He was giddy with joy because his invention worked. He did need to keep it concealed because no one in the 1870’s wore anything of its kind. With the camera hidden in the upper pocket of his waistcoat and the wire hanging down to his side, he snapped off photos.

Jeremy noticed a younger man watching him. Turning quickly he walked the other way and looking back he realized that the man was following him. He ducked into a courtyard of one of the many buildings and hid. Taking a deep breath, he pulled up the sleeve on the jacket and began whispering into the watch.

It was then the man grabbed his wrist.  And, they both fell into the future.

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Thank you to Alastair Forbes for hosting this delightful challenge, and to you too dear reader for taking the time to stop on by! Have an amazing week and be well… ^..^

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The Mutation of the Moth – Friday Fictioneers

Good day to you my fellow bloggers and readers. I have been under the weather for a number of days and finally feel, as I recover, able to concentrate on writing a story. I am participating in Friday Fictioneers, hosted by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. This challenge requires a complete story using 100 words or less. Here is the photo prompt and my story…

Mutated Moths – Photo by Madison Woods

Few knew about the mutation of moths. These unassuming insects had turned carnivore. I discovered this the other night at home.

I was sitting outside eating my burger. I needed more mustard. I separated the bun from the burg then went to get it. When I came back, moths covered my food. They appeared to be tearing at the meat. I watched for a bit and then waved them off. Reluctantly they left.

Three days later, after work I went back to Mickey D’s to grab a bite. Who do you think I found at the drive up window?

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Thanks go out to Rochelle for hosting, and to Madison for the inspiring photo. To you dear reader, thanks and be well… ^..^

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Missing Time – Friday Fictioneers

Light in the sky – Photo by Madison Woods

It was a quiet night for Jenny. The kids were sleeping. Her husband had gone out with friends. She sipped on tea as she read. Suddenly, she heard a strange sound and saw a light flashing in her backyard.

Heading outside, the sound stopped, and the only light was the moon behind the clouds. Still looking up, she saw that the moon had moved its position quickly. “That’s not normal,” she thought.

Three hours later, she found herself standing in the backyard. Police, family and friends were in the yard. They had been looking for her. She was missing time.

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This is my story written for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Thank you for hosting Rochelle, and also to Madison Woods for the photo that inspired this story.

Thank you dear reader for stopping by today. Have a terrific Thursday and be well… ^..^

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Arc of the Covenant – Mondays Finish the Story

Today, the start of a work week, is the day that I devote to hosting the Mondays Finish the Story challenge. In the challenge, I ask that you write a story using between 100-150 words and that you use the opening line and the photo prompt to create your story. The opening line of the challenge is in bold and italics. Here is my story.

Nightshade – © 2015, Barbara W. Beacham

“The team employed the use of Nightshade to get the information they wanted from their captive.” He was the last of the Knights Templar. They wanted him to reveal the location of the Arc of the Covenant.

Many believed that the Arc is located inside the money pit on Oak Island. The team was unsuccessful at finding it there.

They held the prisoner’s nose closed and put the cup to his lips. He had no choice but to open his mouth if he wanted to breathe. Some of the liquid dripped into his mouth. After a half hour, they could see the drug was taking effect.

His pupils dilated, his speech a bit slurred. They began questioning the knight who responded with one word. “Frog!”

The team looked puzzled. What did a frog have to do with the arc? They poked at the knight and asked again for the location of the arc on Oak Island.

“Wrong,” said the knight, “Frog Island.”

New excavations began immediately.

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I hope that you enjoyed my story today! You too can join in on the Mondays Finish the Story challenge by clicking HERE!

Thanks for stopping by and have a wonderful week. Be well… ^..^

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What’s With the Box? – Sunday Photo Fiction

Egyptian Trinket Box – Photo by Alastair Forbes

Vivian saw the Egyptian trinket box at her favorite new age store. The box spoke to her. She just had to buy it. When she got it home, she set it in amongst her other new age items. She placed it so the moon and the stars faced out into the room.

Before going to bed that night, she placed her hands around the pyramid shaped box, closed her eyes, took a couple of deep breaths and said a prayer. When she was done, she crawled into bed, and drifted off to sleep.

The room was dark and the only sound was her slow and steady breathing. Suddenly, the box began to vibrate. It shifted a bit, and the two sections began to separate. A light began to emanate between the three pieces. As the glow got brighter, the room became illuminated. The color of the light began to shift.

Vivian woke up surprised by the light in the room. Finding that the source was her new trinket box, she got out of bed and walked over to it. She bent over to look at it closely. Musical notes floated out of it and she found herself being swept away.

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Thank you Alastair Forbes for hosting Sunday Photo Fiction, and for the photo that inspired this story. Nice one Al!

Thank you dear reader for stopping by today. Have a spectacular Sunday, and be well… ^..^

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Christmas Cola – Friday Fictioneers

Bottle collector – Photo by G.L. MacMillan

I went junking today at the flea market. I was looking for something new to add to my old bottle collection.

Heading down the last row sat a woman. Her grey hair was like a birds nest, and in spite of the heat, she wore heavy shawls. She had old bottles. I picked up an old Coca-Cola bottle. I had to buy it. Twenty five cents was a bargain.

Back at home, I sat the bottle on the shelf with all the others. It was a lovely addition. The date on the bottle: December 25th, 1925. This was one of few Christmas Cokes ever made.

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Thank you Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers, and to G.L. MacMillan for the photo that inspired this story.

Thank you dear reader for stopping by today. Be well… ^..^

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