The Czech Maestro : Friday Fictioneers 27 March 2015

PHOTO PROMPT ©David Stewart

PHOTO PROMPT ©David Stewart.

June 21, 1876 – Jabkenice

No eyes with questions here. Hated it when they moved their lips in Prague, but I couldn’t hear their words. Even Bettina didn’t seem to care at home.

They never believed I can do it anymore. As “Don Giovanni” played in my head – I wrote it note by note, and they matched it with the Mozart’s original. I had the last smile, as I left them stunned.
11 June, 1881 – Prague

They didn’t allow me to enter for the premier of my opera, Libuše. At the end they were forced by the audience to allow me on stage. The applause was deafening to my silent ears.

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Story of Bedřich Smetana – the Czech Maestro who went deaf !

Written for Firday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle !

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Old Wishing Fountain – Friday Fictioneers 20 march 2015

PHOTO PROMPT – © Copyright – Rachel Bjerke

PHOTO PROMPT – © Copyright – Rachel Bjerke

“You lost all your money investing in what?” the barman quipped
“Bitcoin”
“What kind of coin is that? Guess you should try throwing one of ‘em, in the old wishing fountain in the woods”
“Old? How old?” he sits up straight.
“Since the Beaker People
“Tell me where – I wanna go right away”
“Don’t try it Lad, unless you want to join the ghost of the barrows!”

Few months later Dartmoor museum had a new benefactor, donating several prehistoric coins and buying the south city castle.

There were no ghost in the barrows – but the fountain bed was full of coins from wishful people of more than four millennia.

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Written for Firday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle !

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The Bridge : : Friday Fictioneers 13 march 2015

Friday Fictioneer 15 march 2015

Friday Fictioneer 15 march 2015

Ten years were long enough to change the look of the city. Some of the buildings still survived. Of course this coffee shop overlooking the entrance of the office building across the street was not there.

Sipping his espresso, he kept looking at the entrance, hoping to catch a glimpse; he knew she still works there. His mind oscillating between conscious and subconscious, past and present – voices, pictures and smell.

Smell? That perfume seems familiar –

“I knew I will catch you here someday – not fond of burning bridges – right?” Startled, he turns to catch her standing behind, with that familiar stare.

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The second story this week – which I wrote first, for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle !

 

The Divide : Friday Fictioneers 13 march 2015

Friday Fictioneers- 13 march 2013

Friday Fictioneers- 13 march 2013

Truce was fragile – but everyone tired of the long war, accepted it. The bridge separated the sunny green of Aslan’s land from the frozen meadows of White Witch. Maugrim and his pack sniffed around in the white lands. But they were aware of the centaurs standing guard behind the trees on the other side. They never dared to step on that bridge.

Moles and Beavers had a different agenda though. They tunneled and burrowed, far below for those wolves to smell, and kept planting those greens, one day they will bloom to reclaim Narnia to its rightful occupants.

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Though this is the second story I wrote on this prompt – I choose to post it first ! This is for Friday Fictioneers- hosted by Rochelle !

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Spring Mushrooms : Friday Fictioneers 6 march 2015

PHOTO PROMPT – © Erin Leary

PHOTO PROMPT – © Erin Leary

The pinewood beyond the fences or her village home was the place she loved most; it was a place she could find herself back, no matter how tough the day was.

The winter snow thaws to wet
The bed of cones and needles of pine;
A mushroom joins the family.

Every year she sees a new mushroom added as winter makes way for spring.

But for her, spring is yet to come, as she waits for the trial to get over, and see the four animals punished; animals that raped and left her brutally devastated by the roadside to die.

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This week, I thought a lot to write something sweet, fairy or sci-fi, but the recent uproar since last two days on the Delhi rape accused interview, I couldn’t shake off the thought – why those four barbarians are still alive, while the innocent girl’s soul still waits for justice.

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Trap : Friday Fictioneers 20th February 2015

PHOTO PROMPT – © Copyright Marie Gail Stratford

PHOTO PROMPT – © Copyright Marie Gail Stratford

All six that came down in the crane-lift with me are dead. I am still alive after 3 days, only because they died, with their lunch boxes and water bottles.

The lights in the dark shaft flickered; a radio in someone’s pocket came alive-

“C-Q! C-Q! This is Jharia coal mine base-station. The volcanic eruptions have stopped. If you are still trapped please respond for rescue efforts”

I move on all fours to the blocked wall of the shaft. It’s glowing in the flickering yellow of the lights. No one in our village has ever seen a real diamond. Can these be real?

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This is for Friday Fictioneers hosted by gracious Rochelle !

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Business Analysis : Friday Fictioneers 13 Feb 2015

PHOTO PROMPT -Copyright Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

PHOTO PROMPT -Copyright Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

“So you want me to look at your business report and analyze why it failed?”
“Well, you are the expert!”
“So you have a motor repair garage”
“The best equipped one”
“Right on the main road?”
“One of the busiest road of the city!”
“So what were your client’s primary complain?”
“They said it was difficult for them to come to our garage”
“Was it the Traffic?”
“No, the entrance.”
“Congested?”
“Not at all, it’s through the wide open balcony”
“You must be having a ramp?”
“Don’t be silly – ramp will be too steep – we use stairs to our balcony; our garage is on the first floor”

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Written for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle !

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What If : Friday Fictioneers 6 February, 2015

PHOTO PROMPT – Copyright – Melanie Greenwood

PHOTO PROMPT – Copyright – Melanie Greenwood

Sitting in his balcony overlooking valleys of Kumaun, he fondly caresses the fading pictures in the albums; he can almost feel the velvety touch of tresses and warmth of her cheeks.

He was supposed to forget her in these four decades, yet he fails to remember a day when she didn’t peek from the crowd of thoughts, responsibilities and work.

Only if you have checked- it was not my handwriting that was there on the letter bidding you adieu.

“Catching the glint of winter sunrise in your eyes

Waking up to a desolate monsoon night

Still lost in maze of what if”

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Written for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle !

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Data Specialist : Friday Fictioneers 30 JANUARY 2015

PHOTO PROMPT - Copyright Ted Strutz

PHOTO PROMPT – Copyright Ted Strutz

“So you are the guy who got transferred last week!”
“That’s right ma’am. I am your Data Specialist”
“So how do you like our small town?”
“Well, it’s quite rustic”
“Not very used to clean air and open meadows- are you?”
“It’s not that – I like it outside. It’s just my food and supply”
“What’s with them?”
“Well the electricity smells of diesel fume, and my data stream tastes quite tangy”
“Well we don’t have the fancy nuke or solar – have to rely on old Dizzy; and the Tamarind orchards are everywhere around; so they get into all the data we collect here!”

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Sorry for being a bit late this week – crazy work ! This is for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Madam Rochelle !

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Boatman’s Tune : Friday Fictioneers 23 JANUARY 2015

PHOTO PROMPT – Copyright – Georgia Koch

PHOTO PROMPT – Copyright – Georgia Koch

Misty eyes of my girl peek from the cloud,
She never griped yet hunger cried aloud,
And I row out the waves, away from the crowd;
But I won’t sing the boatman’s tune –
Coz its home my home where lies my fortune!

Wiry arms and blistered hands,
Ample catches shifts to barren sands,
God must be at distant lands;
But I won’t sing the boatman’s tune-
Coz its home my home where lies my fortune!

I scour the surf from noon to moon,
Her misty eyes are my bane and boon.
I won’t sing the boatman’s tune -
Coz its home my home where lies my fortune!

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Coming back to Friday Fictioneer’s hosted by die-hard Beetles fan Rochelle ! The prompt automatically made me sing “Bhatiyali” a folk song style of Bengal’s boatmen, and this was in memory to them !

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Leave Her Alone : Friday Fictioneers 26 December 2014

Copyright -Björn Rudberg

Copyright -Björn Rudberg

“So this is how it’s gonna look?”
“That is, if we leave now”
“You mean the “now” that’s 2 centuries ago”
“It’s the minimum that’s going to take her to heal”
“And there are no other alternatives than wandering in space?”
“I showed you the alternative”
“You mean that burning pit of hell we left 2 minutes back?”
“That’s another possible reality, its depends which one we choose”
“Let’s go back and tell rest of them”
“I knew you will see logic once I showed you the realities”
“Better for a few thousands left to become space nomads than being extinct from the rock we all call Earth”

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Written for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle !

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Root Cause : Friday Fictioneers 19 December 2014

Copyright – Douglas M. MacIlroy

“I thought I was hacking into Taliban network – but they were alien.”
“And they have hacked the world?”
“Yup – the entire network – computers and mobile. Using them to send hidden brainwaves”
“That’s turning us into savages”
“And that’s the reason behind all the terrorism and massacres?”
“Doesn’t that make sense? They have turned us against ourselves”
“And you have no proof!”
“All of them lost – even mentions of them in the forums all over the net”

In the meantime the alien super-bug systematically moves around the globe – deleting all reference to aliens and brainwaves, pointing the discussions to Justin Bieber Forums.

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100 word flash fiction written for the “Friday Fictioneers” challenge managed by “Rochelle Wisoff-Fields“. For rest of the fellow fictioneer’s stories use the froggy link below.

Fishing : Friday Fictioneers 12 December 2014

Copyright – Sandra Crook

“I tried the same spot on the pier the other day – ”
“And you had two water Lilliputs that day”
“Even the baits I stole from him didn’t work.”
“Have you seen his fishing rod? How does he catch those piles of fishes every day?”
“Either he has a witch girl friend or he is a pied piper”

As the morning sun shone over the pile of wood on the river bank, the fluorescent blue of the fishing rod slowly faded. Looking at his fishing rod among the pile of sticks, Pintu smiled and walked back with his pile of catch once again.

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100 word flash fiction written for the “Friday Fictioneers” challenge managed by “Rochelle Wisoff-Fields“. For rest of the fellow fictioneer’s stories use the froggy link below.

Writing after a long break triggered by the holidays and extended by mood swings. Finally wify coaxed me to come back ! Good to be here again !

Journal of Professor Timothy Eliot : Friday Fictioneers

PHOTO PROMPT -Copyright – Jan Wayne Fields

August 13,

3 AM

Hoping world will find out one day, how we battled the Vamwolves. The archenemies joined hands and blood. They developed resistance to sun and silver.

They never thought Emily – one of them would betray them. Together we discovered their weakness in brass. But only the last knob in my desk remains.

8 AM

Emily shared the biggest secret to save humanity. We are about to invoke Devil’s Vortex to pull all of them to hell. Doubt if we would survive.

8 PM

It worked – all gone. We will go soon. Emily revealed that she will finally reunite with her father.

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Written for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by ever gracious Rochelle. The rest of the Fictioneers are here –

Its been a crazily hectic weekend. My apologies to all those who liked and commented for not replying to them on time !

Home Sweet Home : Friday Fictioneers

PHOTO PROMPT – Copyright-Björn Rudberg

“So far away, are you sure you want the same old one?”
“Yup, it’s too much of work to put up the interior again. ”
“But, why on this steep slope?”
“The hill will keep away prying eyes from earth.”
“We are alone here – so why the roads?”
“So that our kids can name it on us.”
“Isn’t it supposed to go up from the road level?”
“I thought, it’s you who love upside down cakes!”

Without further argument, Buzz lowers the box on the ledge and presses the remote button. Their three-storied cliff house comes up on the hill-side of Kepler-186f.

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Written for “Friday Fictioneer’s Weekly Challenge” hosted by Rochelle !

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The Game Human’s Play : Friday Fictioneers

PHOTO PROMPT- Copyright Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

PHOTO PROMPT- Copyright Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Evelyn was still swiping through pictures on her tab with a content smile. The Langkawi beaches are captivating. On the other side Benji was busy on his PSP, fighting enemy missiles, casting casual glances through the window. It’s a long flight from Amsterdam to Kualalmpur. Hendrik decides to catch a nap till the stewardess comes with next round of refreshment.

“Dad, the missile is gonna hit us.”

“Benji, don’t get over excited with your game”

“No Dad – it’s real”

May day – May day! MH17 is hit – Going down”- pilot’s voice echoed twice in the ATC speakers – followed by static.

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Written for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle !

I guess the inspiration to my this weeks story is obvious. The rest of the Fictioneers are here:

Hot Spice : Friday Fictioneers

PHOTO PROMPT Copyright – Marie Gail Stratford

 

The city was up in arms against the hot sauce factory. The smell of hot spices hung heavy over the town and burned the eyes and lungs, specially the kids.

“Councilors – please do something – we know they can’t buy you”

The council met closed-door and came out unanimous – “Shur-Ah-Chuh Sauce will make the city world-famous. They will filter the air in 15 days.”

The night before as the Council members’ had dinner together, they found the secret of Chinese “Shur-Ah-Chuh” sauce on city’s famous Jamaican Cow Cod Soup. Never in life would they spend a penny on Viagra.

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This week, I chose to move to a different zone. Tried something new. To better understand the premises you might find these two links useful –

Jamaican Cow Cod Soup

Huff Post News

This was for Friday Fictioneers hosted by ever gracious – Rochelle. Have a look at other great stories through the froggy link below:

 

 

Tweedledee : Friday Fictioneers

PHOTO PROMPT – Copyright – Adam Ickes

PHOTO PROMPT – Copyright – Adam Ickes

“I told you not to badger Tweedledee.”

“But Susy – he was chewing off Grampa’s candy weeds!”

“And so you decided to catch him by the horn?”

“Noooooo..– I tried to pull him back by his tail – but he turned…”

“Thank God you ran fast – Tweedledee can surely chase the hell out of you.”

“Yeah I thought Grampa’s store room up the stairs would be safe.”

 

I smelled you from outside fella! They don’t call me master ram for nothing. I know my head is stuck till Grampa comes to rescue –till then I have enough Candy Weed to chew!

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Am back after a week off.. back to my familiar groove of enjoying Friday Fictioneer’s with merry gang of fictioneers. Thanks to our host Rochelle, we have an excellent prompt from fellow fictioneer “Adam Ickes“.

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The Rising : Friday Fictioneers – 27 June 14

Copyright-Madison Woods

Copyright-Madison Woods

A worried Mr. Trembletrip asks his wife “Where is that troublemaker Snippy? Time to pack and move”

“Oh dear!  Must be with his friends. But why move?”

“Those two-leggers are too close; their dragon-houses are heating up the forest. Too much smoke – too little water.”

“But where will we go?”

“Dunno! The council is arranging the migration.”

“Can’t we call the Sentinel Trees?”

“How? We lost the ‘Horn of Life’ long back.”

 

Hiding high on one of the sleeping sentinel trees, Snippy steps back and trips on something shaped like an old horn.

 

The forest echoes with a booming sound. The Sentinel Trees starts stretching their limbs after centuries of sleep.

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Written for Friday Fictioneers – hosted by the great Rochelle. One more rerun that I haven’t tried on the first run.

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