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As my parents drove away, I felt the lump in my throat. This is what I had wanted but it was still scary. I was on my own. What if I failed? I couldn’t go back home. What would I do? I looked at the ancient buildings that had been a sanctuary of learning for a hundred years. I would be walking the same halls as presidents had walked. Could I do this? The self-doubt grew inside of me.

I breathed in deeply then let it out slowly, releasing the doubts. No time for that. I had things to learn!

Word Count: 100

Friday Fictioneers is hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.  This week’s prompt is here and uses a photo PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll.  Read more or join in by following the InLinkz “linky“.

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He tried to convince her to go out with him. She kept listing all the negative experiences she had been through. All ended badly; some began badly, never getting off the ground. He kept trying.

“I’m sorry. I’ve learned my lesson. There will be nothing but platonic relationships for me.”

He pleaded. “I’m different. You’ll see. Good and bad do exist.”

Micro Mondays is a weekly blog link up hosted by Varad. The prompt is “good and bad do exist” and the word limit is 61 words. Go check it out here. There’s still time to join us this week.

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This week’s Micro Monday prompt to be used word for word, is “but there was a criminal.” The length for this week is thirty-three words. You can find the scoop here

Melanie realized that not only had it not been an accident, but there was a criminal out there. He couldn’t go free. She was going to find him. This was her mission now.

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© Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

© Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Some vacation!  Others go south to warm, sunny places..They go back to school with pictures and post cards; souvenirs and stories of the places they visited. Suntans. Sunburns. They might even go back to school with new romantic interests. Others have adventures on their vacation.

Me? I went north. I get to sit in a motel, watch the rain, and wait for you to come see me.  That’s what I get on my vacation: minutes with you; a view of the parking lot; rain. It’s my fault. I’m the one that settled for the stolen moments, tucked away like this.

Word count: 100


This is in response to Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneer photo prompt. Each week she posts a photo prompt and challenges her readers to write a 100 word story.  It’s fun!  Give it a try!  Go here to get the rules and link your 100 word response.  

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I have participated in Norm 2.0’s Thursday Doors blog hop a few times and I’ve enjoyed it.  Today I don’t have the most interesting of doors but I’ve  decided to post it anyway, along with a bit of flash fiction.  I hope you enjoy it.

beach house doors

I looked at that closed door in front of me. That’s just what it was. It was no longer the entry to my home, a home I had shared with the family that made me want to get up every morning and the family that kept me going through the long days. How had I lost it all? It seemed impossible to think that I was all alone now. They were gone. It was my fault. Had I not been in the hospital they would still be here and I would be gone. Without that surgery, I would be gone. The irony. I consented to the surgery for them; to go on with them. And when they went to see me… The police had called it an accident but was it? Really? A 92 year old man still driving? That was a crime, not an accident!


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