Nocturne – Alastair’s Photo Fiction

July 21, 2013freyathewriter 15 Comments

Here is my offering for Alastair’s Photo Fiction this week, inspired by the photo below. Why not take part? And why not visit his photography and writing blog to take a look at his other photos…?

– Nocturne –

There was no way out. Sandra slumped onto the seat.

She knew there wouldn’t be a train coming in 1 minute, or in 6 minutes. The display was broken, frozen in time. It was 3am, she had fallen asleep at the station on a Sunday morning after another heavy night, and all her so-called friends had left her to it.

‘Acquaintances,’ she said firmly to herself. ‘Not friends.’

She thought about last night, or what she could remember of it. Her life had been chaotic since The Accident. She always thought of it like that, turning the horrific events into a novel. Anything but admit that it was real, that it had happened to her, that in one moment, she had changed so many lives.

‘Ruined lives,’ she thought.

A single tear tracked its way down her cheek.

She closed her eyes. She could wait. Nothing really mattered, not any more.

Juggernaut – Trifextra Week 77

July 20, 2013July 21, 2013freyathewriter 14 Comments

This weekend, the Trifecta team have supplied us with these three words –

– ring

– water

– stage

We need to add another thirty and send back a total of thirty three for their delight and delectation. I assume that they would like something cohesive from us, rather than just a random collection of words – oh the temptation to string together offerings such as dodecahedron and antidisestablishmentarianism, with no punctuation or linkage…

Resist, resist, resist…

I hope you enjoy my offering – please visit here to read many more!

*****

– Juggernaut –

The shrill ring shatters your sleep.

Your mouth shrieks for water.

Fearful, knowing.

‘Hello?’

That stage in your life has come.

Too soon; too late to say all that needed to be said.

*****

Trick Cyclist – Friday Fictioneers

July 18, 2013July 18, 2013freyathewriter 21 Comments

Here is this week’s entry into the weekly challenge brought to us by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Here are the rules: Use the photo as inspiration, write a hundred(ish) words – and share! Here goes my offering for this week – and I welcome your comments again!

– Trick Cyclist –

When asked, Uncle Shadrach always told people, ‘Oh, I’m just a trick cyclist, nothing earth-shattering.’

My sister Sarah – 15 years my senior and supercilious with it – laughed herself hoarse when I asked how he managed to perform tricks on a bicycle when he was so old and stiff and a bit doddery on his legs.

‘Stupid! Trick cyclist is just slang for psychiatrist – don’t you know anything?’

I felt deflated, like a forgotten party balloon. But I was vindicated at Uncle Shadrach’s 90^th birthday celebration, when he hopped up onto his unicycle and whizzed round the room.

One to me, Sarah…

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Nocturne – Alastair’s Photo Fiction

Here is my offering for Alastair’s Photo Fiction this week, inspired by the photo below. Why not take part? And why not visit his photography and writing blog to take a look at his other photos…?

– Nocturne –

There was no way out. Sandra slumped onto the seat.

She knew there wouldn’t be a train coming in 1 minute, or in 6 minutes. The display was broken, frozen in time. It was 3am, she had fallen asleep at the station on a Sunday morning after another heavy night, and all her so-called friends had left her to it.

‘Acquaintances,’ she said firmly to herself. ‘Not friends.’

‘Ruined lives,’ she thought.

A single tear tracked its way down her cheek.

She closed her eyes. She could wait. Nothing really mattered, not any more.

Juggernaut – Trifextra Week 77

This weekend, the Trifecta team have supplied us with these three words –

– ring

– water

– stage

Resist, resist, resist…

I hope you enjoy my offering – please visit here to read many more!

*****

– Juggernaut –

The shrill ring shatters your sleep.

Your mouth shrieks for water.

Fearful, knowing.

‘Hello?’

That stage in your life has come.

Too soon; too late to say all that needed to be said.

Trick Cyclist – Friday Fictioneers

Here is this week’s entry into the weekly challenge brought to us by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Here are the rules: Use the photo as inspiration, write a hundred(ish) words – and share! Here goes my offering for this week – and I welcome your comments again!

– Trick Cyclist –

When asked, Uncle Shadrach always told people, ‘Oh, I’m just a trick cyclist, nothing earth-shattering.’

My sister Sarah – 15 years my senior and supercilious with it – laughed herself hoarse when I asked how he managed to perform tricks on a bicycle when he was so old and stiff and a bit doddery on his legs.

‘Stupid! Trick cyclist is just slang for psychiatrist – don’t you know anything?’

I felt deflated, like a forgotten party balloon. But I was vindicated at Uncle Shadrach’s 90^th birthday celebration, when he hopped up onto his unicycle and whizzed round the room.

One to me, Sarah…

Click the blue froggy to read other writers’ offerings – and enjoy!

Here is my offering for Alastair’s Photo Fiction this week, inspired by the photo below. Why not take part? And why not visit his photography and writing blog to take a look at his other photos…?

– Nocturne –

There was no way out. Sandra slumped onto the seat.

She knew there wouldn’t be a train coming in 1 minute, or in 6 minutes. The display was broken, frozen in time. It was 3am, she had fallen asleep at the station on a Sunday morning after another heavy night, and all her so-called friends had left her to it.

‘Acquaintances,’ she said firmly to herself. ‘Not friends.’

‘Ruined lives,’ she thought.

A single tear tracked its way down her cheek.

She closed her eyes. She could wait. Nothing really mattered, not any more.

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This weekend, the Trifecta team have supplied us with these three words –

– ring

– water

– stage

Resist, resist, resist…

I hope you enjoy my offering – please visit here to read many more!

*****

– Juggernaut –

The shrill ring shatters your sleep.

Your mouth shrieks for water.

Fearful, knowing.

‘Hello?’

That stage in your life has come.

Too soon; too late to say all that needed to be said.

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Here is this week’s entry into the weekly challenge brought to us by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Here are the rules: Use the photo as inspiration, write a hundred(ish) words – and share! Here goes my offering for this week – and I welcome your comments again!

– Trick Cyclist –

When asked, Uncle Shadrach always told people, ‘Oh, I’m just a trick cyclist, nothing earth-shattering.’

My sister Sarah – 15 years my senior and supercilious with it – laughed herself hoarse when I asked how he managed to perform tricks on a bicycle when he was so old and stiff and a bit doddery on his legs.

‘Stupid! Trick cyclist is just slang for psychiatrist – don’t you know anything?’

I felt deflated, like a forgotten party balloon. But I was vindicated at Uncle Shadrach’s 90th birthday celebration, when he hopped up onto his unicycle and whizzed round the room.

One to me, Sarah…

Click the blue froggy to read other writers’ offerings – and enjoy!

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I felt deflated, like a forgotten party balloon. But I was vindicated at Uncle Shadrach’s 90^th birthday celebration, when he hopped up onto his unicycle and whizzed round the room.