FFfAW 4/1/2015 * Close Call *

The bull riders anxiously draw their numbers for the bucking bull they will ride in this year's Annual Spring Rodeo. Richard Lackey draws number #13, belonging to, “Hell with Horns,” a muscular bull with long wicked horns. The other riders are full-blown relieved they didn't draw Hell.

Richard, an expert bull-rider, knows this bull is something to be reckoned with. He says a quick prayer, hops on top of 'Hell' just as the gate flies open. 'Hell' kicks, bucks, and snorts, fuming with rage. Fifteen seconds later, 'Hell' is free of Richard and aims his horns right at his middle.

At that very instant, a clown, sporting bright red hair and a flashing red nose, runs into the arena, catching 'Hell's' attention. 'Hell' becomes confused. He stomps his hoof and snorts, giving Richard precious time to escape.

The enraged bull charges the clown, almost clipping him, just as the clown jumps over the railing to safety. The crowd claps and whistles.

Using his trembling hand, the clown wipes the dusty sweat off his brows.


174 words

© PricelessJoy/pal/2015

Photo Credit: pixabay.com ('free to use' photographs)
This story is my submission for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers Weekly Writing Challenge. We are challenged to write a story using 100-175 words based on the photo that we are given. I hope you enjoy my story.

Where I live, the rodeos use clowns as a means to distract the bulls away from the riders when the bull riders are bucked off the bull. It is a highly dangerous job and the clowns generally do a fantastic job protecting the cowboys from the raging bulls.

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MFtS – Pizza Pie – March 30, 2015

“Pizza anyone?”

“The Little Pizza Shop” on the corner of 5th Street and Gold Avenue makes the famous “Mario’s Favorite Super Pizza Special.” People come from all over the city to buy this very special pizza. It is one huge pizza pie incorporated with all the right ingrediants; pepperoni, sausage, mushrooms, black olives, Italian sauce and three different kinds of cheeses. It is like eating a piece of heaven in every bite.

Little do the people know that Mario is a 598 pound, extremely depressed man, who is confined to his bed day after day due to his obesity. And, little do they know that Mario continues to eat six of those pizza pies every week.

Nevertheless, “The Little Pizza Shop” on the corner of 5th Street and Gold Avenue is “rolling in the dough.” Mario himself is dying to prove that.

So I ask you, “Pizza anyone?”

(148 words)

Thank you to Barbara Beacham for our photo prompt.

Barbara Beacham hosts the weekly challenge, Monday’s Finish the Story. She gives us a photo and the first sentence to base our story on and challenges us to write our story in 150 words or less. If you would like to scratch your creative itch, click on this link:

Monday’s Finish the Story

 

Friday Fictioneers 3-27-2015

Unseen

Rachel sat quietly on the grass watching her grandparents play in the orchestra/band. She came here every Saturday night without fail. She loved coming to the community gazebo and watching her grandparents play their violins for whoever wanted to listen.

She tucked her legs underneath her further and grinned as she remembered that they didn’t even know she was there. After all, she died 3 days after her birth. How could they even know what she looks like?

“Oh well,” she thought, fluttering her wings, “they will be meeting me soon enough.”

(92 words)

Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, author of the blog, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields Addicted to Purple hosts Friday Fictioneers. She gives us a photo prompt and challenges us to write a worthy story of 100 words or less.

I would like to challenge you to read the stories gathered in Rochelle’s challenge because it is filled with many awesome writers producing fantastic stories. My story is but a grain of sand in a pond filled with gems.

If you would like to read some of the stories or contribute a story to the challenge, click on the link below. (The blue froggy button will take you into the story grid):

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Sunday Photo Fiction 3-29-2015



Good Luck or Bad Luck?


My best friend loves going antique shopping. She particularly likes to go to the quiet out-of-the-way shops that aren’t highly advertised where she says she finds the best deals. She tells me that the past owners of the antiques talk to her as she is shopping, wanting her to buy their item. Personally, that sounds a little too “hokey-pokey” for me.

One Saturday while we were shopping for antiques, she bought a wooden statue that looked something like a miniature totem pole.

I asked her why in the world she would want that? And she told me that she was told by the dead owner, it would bring her tremendous luck. She’s such a sucker.

The last time I went to see her she was walking around like some zombie and she looked like death warmed over. I asked her if she was told whether that statue would bring her good luck or bad luck? She told me the owner didn’t say, only that it would bring her luck and she just assumed it was good luck.

I took that damn statue and burned it to ashes and then buried the ashes in a six foot hole.

She died anyway.

(200 words)

Come on over and join the flash fiction fun at SUNDAY PHOTO FICTION hosted by Joe Owens. We are given a photo prompt and challenged to write a story based on the photo in 200 words or less. Please click on this link to join the fun or to read the stories submitted:

Sunday Photo Fiction