Every Friday, writers from around the globe join to write tiny tales in response to a photo prompt posted on Rochelle’s blog. This week’s photo has been supplied by Rich Voza.
Ron’s poem was originally 150 words. We’ve included the full version below the Fictioneers version, in case anyone wishes to read it. 🙂
Joanna’s story ~ Old Faithful
Simon and Patch paused abruptly at the strange sight: three doors, red, white and blue, lonely statues beyond the oak.
Patch growled, his hackles rising like hedgehog spines. Every hair on Simon’s body stood to attention.
The handle on the red door turned. Patch whined, dropped to the ground. The door creaked open, icy air hissing through from whatever lay beyond.
Simon stumbled, currents of cold air folding around him, binding him, dragging him towards the doorway.
Patch barked. He leapt into the vague shadows, snapping, tearing, twisting, retrieving his beloved master.
The door slammed hastily closed. No victim today.
[100 words]
In memory of loyal dogs everywhere. Rest in peace, Snoop.
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Ron’s poem ~ The Other Way
Which colour shirt or socks today?
What shoes to match, denim or cord?
It’s things which we choose that set us apart
They’re doing the same or other big thoughts
That lead to their shape or persona on view
We mix, mill around, interact and respond
All led by the tunic or cut of their hair
Decisions we made: right, left or straight on
Creates action out there, reflects on and on
If so little can change or affect those around
With outward displays or movements we make
Then how much to achieve by taking the stance
[97 words]
The full poem ~ The Other Way
Which colour shirt or socks today?
What shoes to match, denim or cord?
It’s things which we choose that set us apart
From different to same and risk or play safe
Through food we pick or where we do sit
Creates the ‘now me’ that others will view
They’re doing the same or other big thoughts
That lead to their shape or persona on view
We mix, mill around, interact and respond
All led by the tunic or cut of their hair
Decisions we made: right, left or straight on
Creates action out there, reflects on and on
Our contact’s reactions accepting or not
Effect the next move or which door we may take
How far will it spread from red, white or the blue?
If so little can change or affect those around
With outward displays or movements we make
Then how much to achieve by taking the stance
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The tales written by other writers who’ve taken part this week can be found by clicking the blue frog below.
Our earlier stories can be found here and on our old blog.
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Joanna wins this week!
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Glad you liked it, Dawn!
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Loved them both but I’m a sucker for a dog story, beautifully written. And very eerie.
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Thanks, Sandra. It was a good way to honour Snoop (a Shar-Pei) whom my family lost earlier in the week.
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I echo Sandra. The dog story is great. Asking me about poetry is like asking a fish about a tree.
Aloha,
Doug
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Thanks, Doug! Yes, I kind of agree with your fish and tree comment. Sometimes what I have to say comes through better as poetry, but I don’t often inflict those creations on anyone else – still very much a newbie!
In contrast, Ron’s natural forte is with rhyme and rhythm, and he’s a bit of a newbie in the prose department. 🙂
Write and learn. 🙂
Aloha,
Jo
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I Love the dog story. My vote goes to Joanna.
shalom,
Rochelle
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I’m pleased you liked it, Rochelle. Thanks for visiting and reading our contributions – and for continuing to drive the Fictioneers Bus. 🙂
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Sometimes we thing our little routines are just for and about us alone… and yet they are all parts, teeth on the same cog that seems to spin forever…
And faith has its own role to play – the faith of our faithful pets…
Nicely done – both. Thanks for your visit to the Vampire story ~Jules
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Thank you for your thoughtful comments, Jules – glad you enjoyed them both. 🙂
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What a compelling image ~ the three doors! ~ and great story. Reminds me of three colours ~ just wondering whether this was the Red, White or Blue instalment (prob-ab-ly RED, methinks), and whether there’ll be any more?
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None planned, Nicky! Actually, my first thought on seeing the image was a scene that we’ve written for Mosaic of Light – but I couldn’t use that in 100 words!
I like the idea of a sequence of stories for the blog, though, and that’s something I’ve been wondering about trying.
Thanks for taking the time to read and comment! Rock on! x
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I loved the tone in the dog-story, and the poem gained a lot to be crisper and shorter.. It’s all about those little choices.. constantly choices-
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Thanks for your feedback on both pieces, Bjorn. Choices constantly, in everything 🙂
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