Tag Archives: 100 Words

Trip, Trap Over The Rickety Bridge


PHOTO PROMPT – © Adam Ickes


“Remember.” I whispered, “We walk across the bridge, dead quiet, not a whisper. Got it? And no stopping for a quick peep over the edge. Remember what happened to Billy yesterday.”

We got to the middle before we heard the thing sniffing. It knew we were there. I grabbed young Sally and tossed her over the rails. Huge, hairy arms grabbed her mid-air and dragged her beneath the bridge. There was a cracking sound of bones snapping and her screaming stopped.

As we safely reached the other side I wondered who I’d have to sacrifice for the return trip.




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

The Ideal Couple



This is where we first met. God you were beautiful back then. Our friends said we were the ideal couple, made for each other. I believed them. Six weeks after that first meeting we were married. What a wonderful day. Everything was simply perfect. How so terribly wrong was I. Within a week I knew I’d made a mistake. I should have left, made a clean break, but I never had the courage, not until today. So, now it’s over, I’m back here for a celebratory drink. Might even manage two, before they find your body and then find me.


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

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.