Payback – Friday Fictioneers

December 5, 2013freyathewriter 32 Comments

Here is this week’s entry into the weekly challenge brought to us by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. I’ve been away from this great community for a couple of weeks – life is busy, and I decided sleep had to take priority!

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!

Copyright – Randy Mazie

– Payback –

I pass the buildings every day, the ones where owners have succumbed to repossession.

When I say ‘repossession’ it isn’t the kind that springs to mind for most.

Round here though, things are a bit different. It’s not about the money.

The settlement was built on acres of wilderness.

If you press your ears to the boarded-up windows you can still hear the owners gasping their last breath, choking.

Or maybe that’s my imagination running amok, much like the creepers, vines and weeds.

Mother Nature is taking back what is rightfully – and once was – hers.

Good on her.

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Installation – Friday Fictioneers

November 22, 2013freyathewriter 28 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!

Copyright – Sean Fallon

– Installation –

“Hey, Gene, look at this! They must have taken over the outside space as well!”

“I love the juxtaposition of its comment on the destruction of society… ooh, it’s so clever, I could eat it right up!”

“I know… especially when you think about the decadence inside, not to mention the gallery itself, established by patriarchy, funded by private industry. It really is something.”

“Look, I’m going to take a few photos. This will fit into my PhD thesis. My professor will be stunned.”

“Mind your backs, guys! Watch out for the dustcart!”

“Hey! Stop! This is a great work of art!”

“Err, no, it’s not. The dress shop next door is having a re-fit.”

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Protocol – Sunday Photo Fiction

November 17, 2013freyathewriter 21 Comments

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

Copyright – Kattermonran

– Protocol –

“Your father’s honours, my lady.”

My hands reached out for the crown, orb and sceptre as if controlled by another mind not my own. Every fibre of my being wanted to turn away, or throw the hateful object on the floor. But protocol won. As always.

Winning the kingdom had cost father his life and had made orphans of us all.

Now the ‘honours’ were to be laid in the hands of my little brother, whilst I, as the eldest female, would be forced to physically pass them to him in a public ceremony.

I would be signing his death warrant, if recent events were to be our compass to the future.

A servant burst into the room, panting, sweating, distraught. Could it be…?

“The young sire has gone missing, my lady! He is nowhere in the palace!”

I placed a hand over my mouth, in apparent shock.

“Oh! How… Terrible!”

We wouldn’t try too hard to find him.