Tag Archives: 100 Words

Our Holidays


This is the life Jimmy. The sea breeze blowing through our baskets, the sun on our handles. I  shall be sorry when this holiday ends. Look at our Sam over there, searching for crabs, not a care in the world. ‘Mind you don’t go out too far Samuel. You’re dad’s wheels are not what they were to come chasing after you if you get stuck’. Wonder if I should have put more lubrication on his legs? I’d hate him to get rusty. Right, I’m off to laze in the sun for a while Jimmy, keep an eye on our Sam.


A 100 word story for Friday Fictioneers.

Fairy Dust

This week’s photo prompt is provided by Nonnaci.


“You’re trying to tell me you met some Elf-like creature in the forest and he gave you some fairy dust?”

“He didn’t give it to me Jimmy. He let me have it for £50! A real bargain.”

“So what does your bargain priced fairy dust do?”

“Well, if I sprinkled it on someone they’d shrink so small I could drop them into this empty beer bottle. Do you want me to show you?”

“Go on then. Anything to get this nonsense out of the way.”

Seconds later Jimmy found himself sat in the bottom of the empty bottle staring up at the opening.


A story for this week’s prompt at Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers.

The Piano

Copyright -John Nixon


OK, which idiot let the piano in?

How many times have I got to tell you people, never let that bloody piano on set until after it’s had breakfast.

No! Don’t try and pull him out, it’ll only get angry and then anything could happen. Just leave it to finish off its meal in peace and then maybe we can get some work done around here.

In the meantime, has anybody seen Jimmy?

Jimmy! Get your fat backside over here. I need you to find me another clown and be quick about it. We start filming in twenty minutes.


This story was first published three years ago for this picture prompt on Friday Fictioneers – great to see the picture come round again.

Is It Raining Yet?

Photo Source © Douglas M. Macllroy

“Dad, leave us alone. We’re having fun building dens. We keep telling you, we don’t want to help you outside!”

“But kids, it’s really important. I need all the help I can get and we haven’t got much time left. I thought I felt some rain as I was coming in. This could be it.”

“Mum! Dad’s being weird again.”

“Noah, leave the children be and stop scaring them. Get back to your boat building and I’ll come out and give you a hand after tea. And Noah… please take that silly helmet off, you’re going to frighten the neighbours.”


A 100 word story for Friday Fictioneers.


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If only I could remember the actual words I’d used. Maybe saying them backwards would get those things down from the ceiling. He always made magic look so easy. A few words here and a nonchalant wave of his wand, was all it seemed to take. How come it hadn’t worked for me? He’ll be furious when he gets back. Some wizards would see the funny side of all this, but he won’t. Humour has never been one of his strong points. What I need is a spell to make myself disappear. On second thoughts, I think I’ll just run.


A 100 word story for Friday Fictioneers.

The Building Of Stonehenge

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“But dad, them Druids said it was important we get it right. Said we’ve got to stick to these drawings they’ve done. Stonehenge they’re going to call it. Reckon it’ll still be here hundreds of years from now.”

“That all well and said son but we’ve still got to build it. Look at them drawings! Typical of them Druids, always got their heads in the clouds. With what they’re paying us, there’s no way they’re going to get anything as fancy as that. Just stick a few stone columns in the ground lad. That’ll do. They’ll not notice the difference.”


A 100 word story for Friday Fictioneers

Goldilocks and The Three Bears

Photo source – Emmy L Gant

“Well Jones, what have you got?”

“Forensics say it’s definitely a human thigh bone. Stripped bare of flesh. Found in a waste bin in the kids play area on the Eastleigh estate. Forensics also confirmed it belongs to the torso we found yesterday in the woods that back on to the edge of the estate.”

“How are we doing with identifying it?”

“One possibility sir. A young girl has been reported missing. Name of Goldilocks. Seems she was in the habit of visiting some bears living in a cottage in the woods. I’ve got men out there checking it now.”


A 100 word story for this weeks’s Friday Fictioneers prompt.