Friday Fictioneers 100-word story

Friday Fictioneers: Earth’s Shimmering Orb and Whatnot

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Welcome Dear Readers!  It’s time once again for Friday Fictioneers where writers from all over the wold gather to play a rousing game of football.  Oh wait . . . never mind — I was thinking of the Friday Buccaneers.

Actually Friday Fictioneers (organized by Rochelle Wisoff Fields over at addicted to purple) get together once a week to write a 100-word story prompted by a picture — which this week is provided to us by Erin Leary over at erinlearywrites.  Hop over and take a look a look around Erin’s blog.  I think you’ll find she’s as good a writer as she is a photographer.

This is such a beautiful picture prompt this week, but, of course, my brain, Peanuts, had to completely ignore all the beautiful scenarios that could have been created and came up with the following instead:

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Copyright — Erin Leary

Earth’s Shimmering Orb and Whatnot

Betty watched as earth’s shimmering orb slowly deflated into the milky horizon almost like a slowly deflating tire but not exactly, of course.

Then Betty noticed that the beauty of the scene was causing her eyes to fill up with tears in direct proportion to the speed of the air being released from the tire Betty was imagining — which caused Betty to do two things:  1) Marvel at the perfection of the universe and 2) remind her husband, Bob, to check the air pressure on the tires of her Volvo and maybe check the oil too and whatnot.

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Until next time . . . I love you

Friday Fictioneers: I’d Rather Be Parallel Universing

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Welcome Dear Readers to Friday Fictioneers located at the corner of Fiction Street and Ears Avenue.

Friday Fictioneers is a 100-word story writing challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields at Addicted to Purple where challengers write a 100-word story about the picture that Rochelle posts every Wednesday.

And this week’s story prompt picture is:  buddy-uddy-uddy-uddy (← drum roll)

Viola!

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Copyright – Jan Wayne Fields

I’d rather be Parallel Universing

Anna!  Look!  We’re in the Parallel Universe!

It’s almost exactly like our universe, Bob.  Our names are even the same!

Ugh!  Anna, the ocean’s saltwater!  Don’t cry Anna.  It’s not that bad.

I miss our Lime Jello ocean.

At least  they have the same statue!  Doesn’t that make you feel better?

No.

Why?

She’s not holding a stick of Arid Extra Dry deodorant like ours is.

Oh Anna, cheer up!  Look!  Some of the words on the plaque are the same as ours!

Which ones?

. . . your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free . . .

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Until next time . . . I love you

Friday Ficitoneers: Benny Flump’s French

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Hello Dear Readers!  Happy Wednesday!  The only day of the week that has a hump — giving the rest of the days of the week something to grip onto thus keeping them from flying off into space. 

Plus Wednesday is also Friday Fictioneers Day, hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple  — so it’s all good.

Here’s the prompt picture which will serve as this week’s inspiration for a 100-word story provided by Dawn M. Miller.

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Copyright Dawn Miller

Benny Flump’s French

Mademoiselle Bouillabaisse-Bourgeois crossed the lobby of the Eiffel Tower, and all eyes drank of her beauty like they were drinking a tumbler of Chardonnay after eating a 16-inch baguette.

But no eyes drank more than Benny Flump’s.  Benny’s eyes were bigger than his stomach when it came to beautiful French women. And Benny thought Mademoiselle Bouillabaisse-Bourgeois the most beautiful creature he had ever pronounced.

They would marry!

At the top of the Eiffel Tower she said “I do.” Benny replied “adieu” and then jumped.

Oh, Benny Flump’s French left a lot to be desired I should have probably said earlier.

Until next time . . . I love you