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This is my entry for the Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. This challenge requires me to write a story using 100 words or less. Today I am tying my story to two others that I have done. The first one is: The Wine Bar. The second: More!

Senior Band - Photo by David Stewart

Senior Band – Photo by David Stewart

The sun was setting in the park, and the senior citizen band was ready to play. The conductor raised his baton; and the music began. Notes flowed from each instrument.

Song after song they played. As the evening wound down, they finished the song “25 or 6 to 4.” Suddenly they could hear a humming sound. A light beamed down upon the gazebo, and in a flash, it was gone!

The seniors found themselves in a bar filled with grey beings drinking glasses of wine. Each senior heard the word, “Play.” And, so they did. The aliens raised their glasses!

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Thank you Rochelle for hosting this challenge and David for the photo that inspired this story! And, I thank you dear reader for taking the time to stop by for a quick read! Have an amazing day and be well… ^..^

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I do not often do two posts in one day, but my friend Michael from down under, with his friend, the lovely Phylor, put together a post. To get there click HERE! The challenge is to write about a mythical tale…Little is known here in the Sierra Foothills about the Gnomes, but I have this on good authority from Morris. He is a gnome that lives at Trout Lake.

So, here on Tuesday, I have put together this post about Morris and his kind…

I would like to introduce you, formally, to Morris the Gnome.

Thanks Barb for introducing me. To the readers: I am a gnome and my name is Morris. I know, the name is innocuous enough, and truly, it in no way tells you anything about who I am. Knowing this about my name, I would like to introduce myself to you. You might have seen my work somewhere in a pond or lake where you live. I might not look like much to you, and that’s OK, because it works for me!

My dear friend, one very perceptive gal named Barb, comes to visit me all the time. She asked if she could photograph me, and I agreed. Here is a photo she took of me this year. Do you see me? She told me she would have an arrow pointing to me.

Here I am!

Here I am!

I live with the frogs, the tiny fish, and turtles. I put up with the ducks and geese. What I really like about them is that from underneath the water I can poke them in their butts and they go flying off, shouting about me doing this, and warning others as to where I am in the pond. The group that is here lives for tormenting the ducks and geese! We do a good job of this. Remember that when you are at a lake or pond, and you see the ducks and geese go flying off, shouting as they fly away. We are the cause! Hee-hee-hee!

My kind takes care of the ecological balance of this small pond. Some might argue this, but when it comes down to it, everyone that lives on this pond relies on us! So, next time you find yourself around a pond that has lily pads, see if you can find me. I am most certainly watching you!

See you soon! — Morris

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This piece was written for Mind Love Misery;s Menagerie. Please stop by and say HI to Michael and Phylor for me! :)

Be well!

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It is Monday and once again I am participating in the Mondays Finish the Story flash fiction challenge. The rules for this challenge are to write a story that goes with the photo and uses the opening line provided. The word limit is between 100-150 not including the opening line. Here is the photo and my story!

On the River - Photo by Barbara W. Beacham

On the River – Photo by Barbara W. Beacham

“When the team heard the dam explode, they knew they had limited time to make it to safety.” The team made their way into the rapids, hoping that with their paddling they would be able to get farther down river.

They could hear the roar of the water from the dam as it rushed towards them. “Strap in!” shouted Captain Venisant. “All paddles in!”

The team complied with orders. Each man grabbed a hold of the strapping. The roar of the water was loud. Taking a quick look back, the Captain shouted, “Brace for impact.”

The water crashed down on them. The men held on tight. The rocks at the rivers bottom battered them. The raft slowly began to rise. Finally, it surfaced.

Each man drew a deep breath. They made it without casualties. “Well done men!” shouted the Captain.

They all looked at each other. Smiles adorned every face. Then they heard the roar. Turning to look ahead, they hit the top of the falls.

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Mondays Finish the Story

You too can join in on this flash fiction writing challenge! To get to the page, click HERE!

Thank you dear reader for stopping by today! Have a marvelous Monday and be well… ^..^

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Ruins - Photo by Rachel Bjerke

Ruins – Photo by Rachel Bjerke

Once upon a time, there lived a young girl named Cindy. Her father, returned from a trip with a new wife and her two daughters. Shortly after his return, he suffered a heart attack, leaving Cindy with strangers.

Years passed. Cindy lived a life of servitude never to experience what she truly deserved.

The home fell into disrepair. The woman, her daughters and Cindy left abandoning the home.

Discovery of the ruins years later revealed that the home belonged to the daughter of a Count. In a cubbyhole in the fireplace documents found revealed her identity as that of Cinderella.

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Thanks go out to the hostess of Friday Fictioneers, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, and to Rachel Bjerke for the photo that inspired this story.

Thank you dear reader for taking the time to stop by today! Have a terrific day and be well! ^..^

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It is Monday and once again I am participating in the Mondays Finish the Story flash fiction challenge. The rules for this challenge are to write a story that goes with the photo and uses the opening line provided. The word limit is between 100-150 not including the opening line. Here is the photo and my story!

The Brigadiers House - Photo by Barbara Beacham

The Brigadiers House – Photo by Barbara Beacham

A body suddenly crashed through a plate glass window at the Brigadier’s house.  Startled, the Brigadier and his guests ran towards the sound.

Coming around the side of the house, they found George lying on the patio amongst bits of glass. Blood oozed from numerous cuts on his body. He groaned, clutching what remained of his wine glass.

The Brigadier went over to George and helped him up. Private Marsh came over to assist.

“Private,” said the Brigadier, “go get the first aid kit from under the kitchen sink.”

Helping George over to a lounge chair, the Brigadier got him settled. “What in the devil happened George?”

“So sorry Al about your window,” George said. “Remember the strange lights we saw over that vineyard?”

“Yes,” replied the Brigadier.

“I saw them again.” Suddenly, a beam of light shot down on George and he disappeared.

George found himself behind a wine bar looking at drunken aliens. In his head, he heard the word “MORE.”

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Mondays Finish the Story

Have you a story that goes with the above photo? Well you too can join in on the Mondays Finish the Story flash fiction challenge by clicking HERE!

Thank you for taking the time today to drop on by! I hope that you enjoyed my story…Be well! ^..^

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Today I am once again writing for the Sunday Photo Fiction challenge. My story is to be about 200 words. The story should incorporate the photo prompt given. And, here is the photo and my tale…

Niagara Falls - Photo by Joe Owens

Niagara Falls – Photo by Joe Owens

It was my first time to Niagara Falls. It was as spectacular as they said it would be. The sound was almost deafening, and the spray of the water on all of us was comparable to standing in a fog.

I stood back from the crowd when I took this photo. As I watched the water cascading down a voice in the crowd shouted, “Look! Look over there at the top of the falls.”

Noting where the woman was pointing I looked at the upper right of the falls just in time to see a rubber lifeboat begin to drop! From the boat, a person launched out into the air. A parachute opened, and the updraft from the movement of air off the falls, lifted the person up, and up! I heard a lot of ooh’s and aah’s from the crowd.

Watching the person, drift up and up, I noticed them circling, and they finally started to descend towards the crowd. The person landed into the crowd knocking people over.

David Munday topped his successful attempt back in 1993. He makes the record books again today by being the only person to parachute over the falls from a boat!

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Thank you goes out to Joe for the amazing photo that inspired my bit of flash! And, thank you to you dear reader for taking the time to stop by today to visit and read! Be well… ^..^

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Today, I wanted to share with you some photos of flowers that I have taken over time. The photos move me, and maybe they will move you too! These photos speak for themselves! Ready?

Butter and cream

Butter and cream

Pretty in pink

Pretty in pink

Sunshine

Sunshine

Pink clusters

Pink clusters

A splash of red and white

A splash of red and white

Glory in yellow

Glory in yellow

Hanging its head

Hanging its head

Shades of yellow

Shades of yellow

I hope that these flowers spoke to you! Thanks for stopping by today, and have a spectacular Saturday! Be well… ^..^

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