Photo: 9 Nine Mm Pistol and Ammo. alex grichenko
With the best of intentions, he went back and shot Hitler – then the Soviets overran Europe.
He killed Oswald, but another sniper shot Kennedy.
Now he doesn’t care about outcomes. Just the killing.
This story is for the Trifecta Challenge: 33 Words inspired by the Rolling Stones’ classic ‘Sympathy For the Devil’.
This story is my contribution for the ’100-Word Challenge for Grownups’, (100WCGU) from Julia’s Place. The prompt is “Fall”.
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I blame myself. I never thought Jane would be the one to fall. I thought maybe my eldest daughter, April would. She’s always been the “nervous” type, who worries about anything.
But it was Jane. In and out of that psychiatric unit for two years. She had electro convulsive therapy, and that helped. It took a small part of her memories, but maybe she’s better off without some of those.
After the fall comes the long slow climb. She’s not there yet, but one day I’ll get my daughter back.
She may stumble, but I won’t let her fall again.
This story is my contribution for the ’100-Word Challenge for Grownups’, (100WCGU) from Julia’s Place.
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This week’s prompt is: …as the world turned…
As a young man, Bill had always wanted to have Millions in the bank and live the good life, in a mansion by the sea. Most of all, though, he wanted to leave a legacy for his family.
Poor Bill, being the dreamer he was, never got those business ideas off the ground. Having an ordinary job made him feel like a failure.
Time went by, as the world turned…
Now Bill’s retired, he spends lovely long weekends with his wife and grandchildren, in their caravan by the sea.
Little Maisie asks, “Grandpa, are you rich?”
“No, but today I feel like a Millionaire.”
Copyright E.A. Wicklund
The Friday Fictioneers’ challenge is to tell a story in 100 words, based on the photo prompt set by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Please click here to view the other stories.
The calm sea was at odds with this violent struggle. Word spread around the flock, as one by one they flew in to witness the epic encounter.
Even though Steve and John were brothers, the two young gulls were ready to fight to the death. And in that moment, they were no longer brothers – they were mortal adversaries.
Steve’s supreme fighting skills were matched by John’s aerial prowess. Neither was prepared to back down.
John used his speed advantage and attacked. Steve parried and countered.
Then a clear, motherly voice cut across the bay. “Jonathan Seagull! Steven Seagull! It’s teatime!”
Copyright Rich Voza
This is my first entry for the Friday Fictioneers 100 Word Challenge set by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Please follow the link and read the other stories. Thanks.
I’d come across the three doors in a nearby clearing.
Instinctively, I knew where opening the first two would lead. The first, would take me to anywhere in the past I wanted to go. Just imagine it and I’d be there. Watch the pyramids being built? Hear The Sermon on the Mount? So many options!
The second door would transport me to the future. To a date and time of my choosing. Both would return me, whenever I wished.
And the final choice? The red door seemed to be screaming “Do Not Enter!”
I tried the handle. It was unlocked…
Walk the Self-Talk 