Read the signs, get a clue

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

There’s always at least one of those clowns on the lane, the ones who fail to pay attention to the signs. Luke Bannister was one such person.

Loud parties late at night, little or no respect for his neighbours, and now this!

The ratty old house that his uncle left him was no more, thanks to Luke parking his white sedan directly in front of his home one Tuesday morning. Local fire fighters couldn’t get close enough to fight the fire. For once his lack of respect has bit him in the ass.

Neighbours couldn’t be happier.

This fiery hot lesson in attitude was brought to you courtesy of Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ Friday Fictioneers. Click the link for more stories.

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the squisher

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Clouds rushed across the clear blue sky as two young kids lay there, staring up at the heavens; and dreaming.

With my best friend by my side, we imagined the clouds to be many things, such as ice cream cones and flowers, and puppies.

Then suddenly we heard it, a loud whistle echoed through the valley and reminded us that the train wasn’t far off.

We jumped to our feet and headed for the tracks. Carefully placing pennies along the rails, we anxiously awaited the arrival of the locomotive.

In it’s speedy arrival, our pennies were squished flat. Mission accomplished!

This is my entry into Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ Friday Fictioneers. Check out the link for more stories.

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No Way Out!

PHOTO PROMPT © Lauren Moscato

PHOTO PROMPT © Lauren Moscato

When Pete Hennessy died, his fortune died with him. Legend says it remained in the house.

A few boys had a plan. Parking their pickup under the door, and using a ladder, they were able to gain access to the house.

Upon entering the building, they got quite the surprise. A bear trap in front of the door.

One of them screamed with pain as they quickly decided to leave.

“Did you set the park brake on the truck?” asked one of the boys, as he watched their only means of escape roll down the hill.

Now they were trapped.

This little tale of youth and greed is brought to you courtesy of Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ Friday Fictioneers. Be sure to check out more stories using the link below.


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The Dreams of a Warrior

Photo courtesy of Sunday Photo Fiction

Photo courtesy of Sunday Photo Fiction

Grey Eagle was a warrior

at least he was in his dreams.

The son of the son of the son of a mighty chief

many battles under his belt.

Grey Eagle would not know this,

it was not part of the Government’s plan.

Grey Eagle was taken

when he was but a boy.

They would teach him a better way

away from the people he loved

and they had no say.

They educated him

and taught him the ways of the white man

because they thought he was a savage.

His lessons were beat into him

with a whip and a leather belt

or a hand;

He missed his brothers and sisters

and his mom and his dad

and the people in his life who were most important.

They took away his heritage

and his culture and most of all,

they took away his hope.

Now he’s just an indian

nothing but a drunk and a joke.

But at night

when he closes his eyes

he soars high above us

in the skies

where he is free

to dream.

and to fight

and to hunt

like his forefathers

were allowed to


This is my entry into this week’s Sunday Photo Fiction





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Music to her ears

PHOTO PROMPT ©David Stewart

PHOTO PROMPT ©David Stewart

The ride to the park was downright annoying. The idiot behind her had his music on blast; if you want to call this stuff ‘music’.

Wouldn’t you know it, the guy was heading to the park too, followed her the entire way.

Who was this guy? Ball cap twisted to the right, white rimmed sunglasses, and that loud rap music, God, this was too much!

“What’s wrong with kids these days?” she thought, as she rolled up her windows to drown the noise.

As she pulled into the lot, she noticed him hurrying to the bandstand, cello in tow.

This is my entry into this week’s Friday Fictioneers. Be sure to check out the link for more stories.


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The Tweeter

“Whatcha doin Bobby?”

“I beez a Tweetin'” he replies.

Little Billy stares at his older brother as he tinkers away with his phone.

“You done don’t look like no bird, so how is it you tweets?” asked the little one.

“Weel, I watched the growed-ups at school, and they sits around a table, none of dem talking wit each oddur, and all of a sudden they are laffin at nothin’. Well I barged in the room and axed dem what dey was laffin at and dey sais dey were tweetin.”

“Well tweet fast, I wants to play a game or sumptin’!” says the impatient one.

In no time at all, Bobby gets tired of all the tweetin and decides to take his little brother and go fishing. Mom, who was standing next to the house at the time laughs at the antics of her kids and decides to see what her oldest has ‘tweeted’. As she reads the screen, she smiles to herself :”Tweet tweet chirp chirp chickadee dee dee”

I just started using Twitter.  Thought this little story might give you a laugh.

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The assignment

PHOTO PROMPT – © Copyright – Rachel Bjerke

PHOTO PROMPT – © Copyright – Rachel Bjerke

The retirement home was filled with stories, but none stranger than that of John-Paul’s. He claimed that was born in a tiny village in the middle of Central Park.

“Maybe your grandfather lived there, but not you” doubted the nurse who was assigned to the old man.

“Take this map, and one day, when I am gone, follow it. It’s there I tell you!” he pleaded.

Sure enough, one chilly October day, she found it. The entire place was covered by moss and branches, but she could see that John-Paul was telling the truth.

This little tale is brought to you by Rochelle Wiseoff-Fields’ Friday Fictioneers. Be sure to check out the other titles using the link below.

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