This is a short story for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields “Friday Fictioneers” which is a 100 word fiction piece on the photo prompt.
PHOTO PROMPT © G.L. MacMillan.
As the Johnson family stepped out of the car parked on the side of the road, they looked fearfully around. Just before the tire blew out they heard what sounded like a gunshot.
The sound wasn’t repeated, but a few people headed out of the little store by the filling station. One of them was an old-timer with a rifle over his shoulder. Everyone scurried out of his way.
“What the hell?” Mr. Johnson said.
Clem turned around, shot another bottle on the shelf and then pointed at their rear tire and fired.
“Grandpa! What are you doing?”
Please read the fantasy story from my friend and vote if you like it. http://www.inkitt.com/stories/17239
This is a short story for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields “Friday Fictioneers” which is a 100 word fiction piece on the photo promt.
PHOTO PROMPT © Dee Lovering
Fun Land is so much better on sunny days, but the kids were having fun throwing snowballs and riding the rides that were offered.
There was a souvenir booth and Rodney and Randy were headed there. They had money and wanted to spend it.
To get over there they had to pass the rails where the little train ran. They were so busy throwing snowballs as they ran, they didn’t notice the train until it hit them. They didn’t hear the screams.
The parents hadn’t accompanied them and the teachers had to inform the parents of the accident. Both dead!
This is my first fiction piece in quite a while and I am not exactly happy with it, but with so little time it will have to do.
3WW Week No. 437
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Metallic, adjective: of, relating to, or resembling metal or metals, (of sound) resembling that produced by metal objects striking each other; sharp and ringing, (of a person’s voice); emanating or as if emanating via an electronic medium, having the sheen or luster of metal; noun: a paint, fiber, fabric, or color with a metallic sheen.
Optimal, adjective: best or most favorable; optimum.
Polished, adjective: shiny as a result of being rubbed, accomplished and skillful, refined, sophisticated, or elegant.
Written by Tessa Smeigh Copyright 2015
Optimal Sheen and Polished,
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A is scuba diver and he was quite upset I wouldn’t dive with him and so he set up dives while we were there. I was terrified to put on equipment and go under the water. I had a snorkel and mask and fins with me, but I was afraid of that too.
He convinced me to try snorkeling. Well finally after an hour or more we finally got the mask on my face and face in the water. The water is really clear and you could see fish swimming around. Now my heart starts beating fast. I am terrified of the rays and barracudas and what not down there. All of a sudden a huge barracuda starts to rise to the surface and I scream. A comes over and says I heard you screaming through the water and I still have the mask and snorkel on and screamed under the surface. I had had enough.
Another day he wants to take me out on a boat to a snorkeling ridge where the Angel Fish are about a foot big.
Now we had smaller angel fish in our fish tank a home. He was always trying to get me to put my arm in and clean the tank. I told him know. I didn’t want those fish touching me.
So we went out on the boat. It took me a little less time to get the mask on. We were given bags of food. I should have known what was going to happen. I jumped in and was attacked by the giant angel fish. I screamed again and was told to give them the food. They are used to being fed.
I found myself in a GIANT FISH TANK. And panic washed over me. That did not strike me as funny and no I never cleaned his fish tank.
We lived in North Carolina at the time because A was in the Marine Corps. We lived on base and the housing wasn’t 2 bad.
Every weekend we went down to the shore and to our favorite pier and fished. Now I am afraid to touch fish, worms and other equally disgusting things. I put shrimp on my fishing pole. If I caught something A would have to take it off the line. That was all there was to it.
K1 would run around and kick the sharks off the pier. The others weren’t too happy about that. They didn’t want them back in the water to catch. She wasn’t more than 3 years old at the most. K2 was around 2 years old or so and was in the playpen and practicing for her future career as a pitcher. She threw everything across the pier and into the water including her bottle. Great job.!
This one day we caught a lot of fish and A didn’t eat fish. He usually cleaned them for me. This day he said if I wanted to eat them I had to clean them. We took them home and he dumped them in the sink.
“Relax, they are all dead now and they won’t hurt you.”
I looked at him and the sink and he hand me the knife.
I tried to pick one up very carefully. It was slippery and kept sliding back into the sink. I finally got a couple cleaned and picked up another one.
Well it moved in my hand and the next thing I knew a fish went flying through the air and into the wall. Splat! The knife followed it.
That was it! I was done cleaning fish. A finally finished cleaning them for me.
I never, ever touched another one dead or alive, which was interesting when the kids wanted to fish in the lake in front of our house and actually caught a fish. “Wait til your dad gets home!”
As a kid, what did you want to be when you grew up? How close or far are you from that vision?
I had visions of dropping beneath the ocean waters and studying the ocean. I was interested in shipwrecks and in sea life. What better way to spend your days. Out on ships and on projects needing trips underwater. I wanted to be an oceanographer.
I was quite a bit older when I realized there was a problem with my thinking. I am afraid to put my head underwater. I am afraid to snorkel although I did finally snorkel in the Bahamas in that beautiful clear water. I was afraid of what was in the water because I felt like I was in a large fish tank and last, but not least there was no way I could put that SCUBA diving equipment on and drop into the deep ocean.Alas I had to give up my dream of being an oceanographer. I still miss that dream, but my mind would not allow it.