Okay folks, well it’s time for the fun that is Friday Fictioneers ….! Ta Da! Once again I’d like to say a huge thank you to the amazing Ms Rochelle for organising the event. If anyone is new to the capers, then you really do need to head on over to her place at Addicted to Purple and find out how to join in. I’d also like to say thanks to Janet Webb for providing us with such a fab piccie to work with. The usual rules apply, the copyright is Janet’s and shouldn’t be used in any context other than this without her express permission. And so, on to my contribution itself…
I thought I’d try something a little different for this particular tale. I decided to see what would happen if I made it into different formats. At the end of this post you can read the tale itself, but I’ve also created a video and slideshare presentation too. It would be great if you’d let me know what you think of them.
Tis Friday and once again Ms Rochelle has set us a challenge of coming up with a 100 word story to fit the picture below. The image is courtesy of Rich Voza (nice one Rich), you’ll remember him from his Thursday Throng author interview last month. It’s his copyright so play fair and if you’d like to know more about how to get involved, well just haul yourself over to Ms Rochelle’s website and join in the fun.
Once again it is time to enter the melee that is Friday Fictioneers; once again I will be stunned by the variety of offerings my fellow participants share and once again I will be inspired by them, intrigued by them, amused by them and fall in love with them.
The usual rules apply. The photograph is copyright to Claire Fuller so please don’t use it without her permission. It’s 100 words, give or take the odd character and thanks go to Rochelle the Wise for organising the high jinks.
I’ve been absent from Friday Fictioneers since October last year, but I realised I’d missed everyone and all the stories; I also found that I missed exercising my fiction muscles. So here we go. The usual rules apply, the copyright to the photo belongs to Roger Cohen and if you would like to tell me what you think about my story, comments are always appreciated. Finally, if you’d like to get involved, pop along to Rochelle Wisoff Fields website for all the details.
Tom pulled the bedroom door gently closed behind him, not wishing to wake anyone at such an early hour.
He prided himself on his consideration for others, constantly checking and re checking that he was not causing a problem or offence to anyone who came within his vicinity. He was the type who would dry himself in the shower or bath before stepping on to the bath mat so the next person would have a dry mat to themselves.
Once upon a time there was a woman called Linda who had lived all her life in the land of t’Internet. She lived in a tiny little cottage at the edge of the biggest town nearest to Lord Google’s castle; sometimes at night she could hear the whirr and click of the great data base machines that were secreted in the dungeons beneath the castle grounds.
This week I’ve decided to try to combine two of the things I like to try out in one Friday Fictioneers challenge. I’m attempting to add another story to my Tales of t’Internet series, which is my slightly sideways look at the subject of search engine optimisation through the medium of the fairy tale. I know, it’s odd but do bear with me.
Firstly, a big thank you to Rochelle Wiseoff for managing the group and secondly I thank you to Ted Strutz for the photo
It’s been a few weeks since I last contributed to the Friday Fictioneers challenge which has now been taken on by Rochelle Wiseoff. I’d like to say a huge thank you to Madison Woods, who started the original group, she certainly inspired me to get more creative with my fiction persona; and much to the lovely Stevie’s distress, I’ve often explored a dark side I didn’t know I had.
Stitch the Tailor had lived in the land of t’Internet for almost all of his life. He was the finest tailor that t’Internet had ever known and his customers included Lord’s, Lady’s and Prince’s. Everyone who bought a garment from Stitch the Tailor knew that they had the best that money could buy and returned several times each year to purchase even finer garments. In fact, his clothes were so sought after that he had a queue of people waiting for an appointment with him.