The familiar faces adorning the entrance to the Globe Theatre emerged from the fog, reminding Mr. James Teach how much in demand his services were. With his lithe frame and lyric voice he always got the part. Problem was, he was tired of playing maidens.
The Drury Lane manager had put in a good word to the playwright of a new work about a prince in Denmark. James was confident of landing the part of Laertes, he had been practicing sword-fighting for days now.
There was the familiar bald pate.
“Ah, Mr. Teach, how would you like to play Ophelia?”
My 100 Word Flash Fiction based on the photo by sculptor and writer Claire Fuller of one of her works. Thanks once again to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers. To read all the stories inspired by Claire’s piece, go here…
The Meyers were having a great Fourth. Setting off bottle rockets was a family tradition, and this year was going to be their greatest display ever.
The Bottle Rocket is considered China’s first ‘modern’ weapon of warfare. Fired at advancing sword wielding hordes from the mouth of a Ming vase, this early explosive device coined the phrase ‘Shock and Awe’. A simple projectile, consisting of propellent on a stick lit with a primitive opium lighter, would strike fear in the hearts of the invaders, causing a massive retreat… or so that’s how it was supposed to work. Today, the Bottle Rocket is relegated to New Year’s and Fourth of July celebrations. Wait a minute! That’s not exactly true… Wikipedia says: A bottle rocket is a very small skyrocket, consisting of a rocket engine attached to a stabilizing stick. The user can place the stick in an empty bottle (hence the name), and ignite; the mouth of the bottle guides the stick, stabilizing the rocket in its first seconds of flight. They’ve been made since the early decades of the 20th century. In India, bottle rockets are set off during the Hindu festival of Diwali, and are sold in the millions.
So, on this particular Fourth, the Meyers boys put their mouths to the mouth of many a beer bottle, in order to prepare for the big event. Bottles lined the railing on the deck of their second floor apartment, a skyrocket inserted in each, they were ready and waiting for darkness to descend.
It can be assumed, that in their excitement to light as many rockets at once, one bottle was knocked off and fell to the Gutmann’s deck below, sending the rocket into their living room. The Gutmanns saved their cat.
Sifting thru the charred remains of the Meyers’ apartment, investigators were amazed at the amount of ‘launching pads’ they found. The Meyers brothers are currently residing in the Sacramento County Jail, since bottle rockets are illegal in California, except for certain Hindu celebrations.
The word prompt for this week’s Trifextra Challenge is: Personification
The tricycle groaned and rolled two more inches forward. “Who picks a word like ‘personification’ for a prompt, anyway?” Schwinn thought.
The pen skipped across the page, scratching and trying to leave a trail of something to answer the prompt. “I don’t know what to write, everyone knows that doesn’t really happen right?” Bic asked.
The Writer moves the trike out of the way and looks for his pen.
Apparently… I did not read the instructions very well, apparently I didn’t read them at all, assuming this was a Trifecta Challenge… but no, this is the TrifEXtra! Which limits the word count to 33 exactly. So… I’m a little over. I would not have known, except for the kind and gentle suggestions calling this to my attention… see comments by my new friends Cobbie and Dawn below, gaining my undying gratitude. I will be more careful next week.
Herewith my edited version:
The tricycle groaned and rolled two more inches forward.
The pen skipped across the page to answer the prompt.
The Writer moves the trike out of the way and looks for his pen.
100 Word Flash Fiction
One last lingering kiss.
A union forbidden by centuries old taboo. But, will love conquer all? We think not. See those eyes watching through the fronds?
It had been a glorious few days, despite their constant worry. They had been careful though, and true love had blossomed from lust. They hoped to unite, not only themselves but their people. It was time to return, and as he headed to the outrigger, he took one last look at her lithe figure disappearing into the palms to her family home.
The eyes followed her… it was many months before he heard the news.
Rochelle sent all The Fictioneers a beautiful photo that Renee Heath, at Rendezvous With Renee, took at her daughter’s wedding. It is such a beautiful wedding aisle, I wonder who or what will be walking down it today, after the Friday Fictioneers get their hands on it. They can be a blood thirsty lot. If you want to know more about 100 Word Flash Fiction and The Friday Fictioneers go see Rochelle and join in with your story. To see Renee and other’s stories go here…
It’s for you, Jan!!!
Somewhere in Belton, Missouri (founded in 1868 by Alexander Graham Bell) a telephone rings. A petite woman rushes into the parlor and lifts the earpiece… //// WAIT A MINUTE!!! I’VE ALREADY DONE THIS ONE! WHERE’S THIS WEEK’S FRIDAY FICTIONEERS PHOTO PROMPT???
Rochelle sent all The Fictioneers a beautiful photo that Renee Heath, at Rendezvous With Renee, took at her daughter’s wedding… I can’t wait to read Renee’s story… Oh, here’s the photo…
I’ll be back later with my story. If you want to know more about 100 Word Flash Fiction and The Friday Fictioneers go see Rochelle and join in with your story. To see Renee and other’s stories go here…
knew it was going to be a bitch, even before starting. no numbers. but had to do it, do it every week. always had numbers. usual black and white boxes, no numbers in the white ones this time. don’t like new. these things are hard enough… damn constructors!
I’ve seen the Trifecta Challenge, and always wanted to try it… the first time on THE MUSE UNLEASHED… my pal Carrie Rogozinski’s blog. She has been on a book reviewing jag lately, but is a talented writer who has never met a prompt she could pass up… usually incorporating 3 or 4 in the same story. I’ll stick to one, thank you very much. Here it is:
1: the female of the dog or some other carnivorous mammals
b : a malicious, spiteful, or overbearing woman —sometimes used as a generalized term of abuse
3: something that is extremely difficult, objectionable, or unpleasant
If you want to enter the Trifecta Challenge… please remember:
- Your response must be between 33 and 333 words.
- You must use the 3rd definition of the given word in your post.
- The word itself needs to be included in your response.
- You may not use a variation of the word; it needs to be exactly as stated above.
- Only one entry per writer.
- Trifecta is open to everyone. Please join.
“Mr. Watson–come here–I want to see you.”
“Doug! Get off the damn line! I’m so sorry Parul, you can always tell when someone is eavesdropping.
“Operator… May I help you?”
“Is that you Janet? Can you hear me? It’s Rich!”
“The number you have reached has been disconnected, and there is no new number.”
“A gracious good morning to you… have I reached the party to whom I’m speaking?”
“If you would like to make a call, please hang up and dial again.”
“Hi this is Ted (very perky voice)… leave a message and I’ll call you back.”
I’ll just phone this one in to Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers… To see other writer’s stories inspired by Rochelle’s photo…
Oh, say can you see by the dawn’s early light…
The constant sawing of the strings entering Madison’s head was going to make her brain burst.
She had loved doing her chores while listening to her daughter practice her clarinet. The lilting sounds were soothing and even energized her. But, Roxanne mastered that one, and moved on to a new instrument.
Madison could not understand why the girl had to try something new when she was so talented. Maybe she should limit her practice time. But, no, that wouldn’t be right… Ma knew the ya-ya would sound like yo-yo soon.
Alice in Underland
alice, from the depths of madness,
can you see the light of day?
can you, dearest, hear my sadness,
know the words i cannot say?
Liddell, Alice; not so little,
little alice in the middle,
alice you must run away,
and live to play another day.
dream of hatters, dream of rabbits,
duchesses with nasty habits,
playing cards with double faces,
frantic dodos running races.
lift your glasses, raise a toast,
roast meet alice, alice meet roast.
guest at the table, new-made queen,
in circumstances unforeseen.
if life is Chess, then this is Life,
chaos strewn with pain and strife,
moving her from square to square,
pretending she was never there.
see her hiding from old fears,
or drowning in her own salt tears,
or running panicked through the wood,
where names (and minds) are gone for good.
through the mirror, racing past,
a stranger in my…
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You know she is coming. The Mother of All Bitches.
You thought, if you hide in a dark place and lay very still she might miss you. It never seems to work that way. With the lights, she arrives.
Your skin is starting to tingle. It won’t be long now. She stays longer each visit. You hope for a different side this time.
Oh, your family has been very helpful, although you can detect a certain disbelief that she is not as bad as claimed.
You have heard acupuncture helps, but no time for that… the auras are getting worse.
The photo prompt comes from A Writer’s Perch this week. Lora Mitchell was good enough to send Rochelle a pic from her New Year’s Celebration. After reading Rochelle’s story, click on the Frog to see other Friday Fictioneer’s takes.