Friday Fictioneers –


I tried to post up a cracking little story last week via the ethernetical (!) joy that is Bluetooth… and, judging by the fact that no one liked anything I did AND it doesn’t seem to exist anywhere except on my Kindle, I have reached the conclusion it didn’t, in fact, post… Deep Joy… :-/

So, I’ve missed one – grrr! – and I’m now on the Big Machine to ensure my latest one goes up!



As always, writers are encouraged to be as innovative as possible with the prompt and 100 word constraints. 

Henry David Thoreau said it best.

“It’s not what you look at that matters, it’s what you see.”



Write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and end. (No one will be ostracized for going over or under the word count.)


Make every word count.


  • Copy your URL to the Linkz collection. You’ll find the tab following the photo prompt. It’s the little white box to the left with the blue froggy guy. Click on it and follow directions. This is the best way to get the most reads and comments.
  • MAKE SURE YOUR LINK IS SPECIFIC TO YOUR FLASH FICTION. (Should you find that you’ve made an error you can delete by clicking the little red ‘x’ that should appear under your icon. Then re-enter your URL. (If there’s no red x email me I can delete the wrong link for you).
    •  Make note in your blog if you’d prefer not to have constructive criticism.
    • REMINDER: This page is “FRIDAY FICTIONEERS CENTRAL” and is NOT the place to promote political or religious views. Also, you are responsible for the content of your story and policing comments on your blog. You have the right to delete any you consider offensive.

    **Please exercise DISCRETION when commenting on a story! Be RESPECTFUL.**



When one has nothing, one values everything.

It matters not if it has come from a second hand shop or a junk stall, nor as a hand-me-down from some unknown relative. What matters is the emotional contact the object produces in a heart, that seat of the soul that guides us unknowingly along the paths of our lives. So it was for Janey-Marie, new in the city and young in the ways of this world. One last gift before the Greyhound and a clutching of possibility all the way to her future, led her to this grimy tenement and the chance of love…

18 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers –

  1. I agree completely with the sentiment here – we value things more if it’s taken some effort to obtain them. Your writing always makes me think.
    As for Janey-Marie, I wish her luck and many more adventures 🙂

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