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Rules Meant to Break

“Time travel works like a ride, all about momentum. We set the chosen time as your center point, you see that perfectly. Everything towards the edges …”

The tech shrugged but George was unconcerned.

“Remember the rules, no touchy, no changey, don’t slow down.”

With that George was off, whipping through time and space. His childhood home came into view. He could see his father, hands around the neck of the only man George ever loved.

He had done the math. George knew just how much he could afford to slow and, after all, rules were meant to be broken.

PHOTO PROMPT © Dawn Miller

Word Count: 100
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Escalator To Heaven

“Excuse me.” The hollow sound of my voice is surprising. Brilliantly glowing arches of gold should echo, giving life to the thin words. 

Robed figures slowly ascend the clunky escalator, seemingly unaware I spoke at all.

I can feel the anger pulsing in my temple.

“There should be a golden stairway!” 

All these years I slaved over designing a breathtaking entrance only to have the project overtaken by last-second grand ideas.

‘Make it worth the journey to see that pearly gate.’ Of course, you don’t say no to the divine. 

“Really sorry Jared. It’s a more economical choice.”

Word Count: 99
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PHOTO PROMPT © Ulrika Undén

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The Road He Built

When the wrecking ball crashed into his childhood bedroom the crowd gasped. Dawes felt glee tinged with betrayal. 

He could practically hear his mom, “how could you?!”

It’s just a house. He reasoned her nonexistent voice away.

“But the land. Your father!”

Dawes found himself pulling up his bank account on his phone. One glance reminded him why.

Those zero’s are worth it.

The wrecking ball crashed through his family’s living room.

“You’re not MY son.” Years later it still stung but Dawes shrugged it off.

But I am his and he built this road. It’s always been his plan.

PHOTO PROMPT © Mikhael Sublett

Word Count: 100
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Bus To Anywhere

PHOTO PROMPT © Fatima Fakier Deria

I think it’s my bus.

Then again, if you asked me whether the sky was blue, I’d say I wasn’t sure. 

The bus rattles to a stop. A never ending flow of people disembark through its doors.

Maybe it’s a clown bus. 

“Last call for boarding!” I’m not sure I heard a first call.

There’s no seats, only pillows spread over the floor. 

It looks nothing like buses should look.

This isn’t right. Where’s this bus going? It can’t be mine.

“Anywhere and nowhere kid. Sit back and enjoy the ride.”

I do as he says. Nothing makes sense anyway.


Word Count: 100
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Do Not Allow

Friday Fictioneers Round 2

Damn, wine glasses keep getting bigger.

What used to be four is now two. And two, the equivalent of … six?

Math was never my thing. 

But this wine … 

One time I slipped into the basement of a winery. Oh boy, let me tell you …

They dragged me out a few days later, happy as Pepe LePew in a harem. 

They pasted my picture around with a “do not allow” sign but you know, I’d do it again.

PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll

Word Count: 80
Number 2 for Friday Fictioneers (don’t ask why they’re both about being drunk)
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Save Me

I’m 45 years old and what have I done? Everything and nothing. 

Died. More times than I care to count. They always manage to bring me back to life.

But have I done what I truly want? 

Have I reaped the benefits of a wealthy childhood? Have I earned my parents coveted pride?

I don’t need to reach into the silence to hear an overwhelming “no!”. 

And here I am, sliding away on stolen booze in a ships cargo hold. 

I plan to be good and drunk by time they find me. Maybe this time they won’t save me.

PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll

Word Count: 99
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See also round 2 of this weeks prompt here

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Lame

The briefcase and half empty glass of juice meant only one thing.
Julia tapped her papers against the glass table.
“Why do you always do this?” Robin dragged his fork through the syrup running over his pancakes.
“Why do I always do what?” 
“This.” Robin pointed at her briefcase with his dripping fork. 
“Go to work?”
“It’s lame. When I grow up I’m gonna be a dancer.”
Julia leaned down to the boy’s level where his blue eyes pierced her own.
“That sounds wonderful. I know you’ll do that but until then …” 
Julia lifted his backpack and ballet slippers.

PHOTO PROMPT © Fatima Fakier Deria

Word Count: 100
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Pin Cushions Look Like Tomatoes

“That things a voodoo doll.”
Lori kneeled down beside her sister. 
“It is not.”
The duo peered into the room where Ms. Mack snored with her mouth agape towards the ceiling.
“Of course it is. Why do you think your stomach always hurts when we’re here?” Lori tapped the side of Jules head. “Think about it.”
“It’s a pin cushion you meathead.”
“No, a pin cushion looks like a tomato.” Lori nodded towards the coffee table where Ms. Mack’s sewing supplies spread over the edges and onto the floor. “Hers has little people on it. All the kids she watches.”

PHOTO PROMPT © Jean L. Hays

Word Count: 100
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Possession

I imagine the breeze rustling the trinkets dangling above me. I even hear them in some distant space, clanking against each other ruefully. I can see them battling for space, a place to occupy my mind. 

I remember watching TV. Knights clashed their swords together for the attention of some distant maiden. Sunlight carves stark lines across my single mattress like the scales of a dragon’s belly.

I’m careful with this one possession. I lay still but not for long out of fear my waif body will destroy it.

I sink into the lines, willing the beast to devour me.

PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll

Word Count: 100
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In The Name of Control

It is an act of happenstance that humans age. We were supposed to be the all supreme, controllers of our environment and all that means.

At least, that’s what this book says. Personally, I’ve never felt one bit in control of this life. Try telling your military commanders or your knuckleheaded children to just go with the flow. They laugh in your face and tell you to put your glasses back on so you can see reality. 

They’ll see one day. All these lies in the name of control will fall away. Someone will need glasses, it won’t be me.

PHOTO PROMPT © CEAyr

Word Count: 100
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