#Fridayfictioneers: Compromise

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PHOTO PROMPT © Sean Fallon

“Here you go.”

Holtzman groaned.  “What the hell is that?”

“You said you needed a battery.  This is what we have.”

This is the worst mad scientist lab of all time, Holtzman thought.

“You hired me to build a killbot.  A four-story tall killbot.  You were very specific about four stories.  How do you expect me to power a four story killbot with AAA batteries?”

“I don’t know,” Gilbert sniffed.  “You’re the scientist.  You figure it out.”

Holtzman thought carefully for a few minutes.

“Fine.  I can do three stories.  But you’re going to have to find me a nine-volt.”

Word Count: 100


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#Fridayfictioneers: Going Native

PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook
PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook

 

She pointed.  “That’s how long you’ve got.  Make it worth it.”

“It wasn’t my fault–”

She cut him off.  “Bzzt.  Try another one.”

“It wasn’t me!”

Fifteen seconds.”

“I was captured by aliens and replaced by a Gerotrossian replicant who managed to ruin my life in the 24 hours he had between insertion and his PseudoSkin simulant dissolving and needing to return to the mothership.  I’m actually a space cop from Betelgeuse 19.”

An eyebrow lifted.

“You have my attention.  That was at least entertaining.  One more minute.”

Galactic Sergeant Olin Cardswallock rubbed his forehead.  Sometimes undercover on-planet work wasn’t worth it.

Word Count: 100


Friday Fictioneers is a weekly blog hop hosted by Rochelle. She posts a photo prompt then challenges readers to write a 100 word story inspired by the prompt. It’s a fun challenge. Give it a try! Check here for the info then write your story and post it, link up and enjoy the other stories!

#Fridayfictioneers: Move to the country! It’ll be great!

PHOTO PROMPT © Erin Leary
PHOTO PROMPT © Erin Leary

 

“Well, there’s your problem.”  The old man spat, then crossed himself.  “Faerie road, out there in the marshes. Pointed to your house.”

I blinked.  Twice.  “What?”

“Aye.  Brings the old ones out, it will.  The sounds, the bangs, the cracks, the bugs. None of it the house.  Their doing.  All of it.”

He leaned toward me.  “I know one who could fix it.  But not a carpenter.  An exterminator.”

Okay.  “What’s his name?”

“Don’t worry about that, now,” he said.  “Just … well, sometimes they’re angry when their roads are broken.  Consider moving.  Might be easier.”

Suddenly I really missed Chicago.

Word Count: 100


Friday Fictioneers is a weekly blog hop hosted by Rochelle. She posts a photo prompt then challenges readers to write a 100 word story inspired by the prompt. It’s a fun challenge. Give it a try! Check here for the info then write your story and post it, link up and enjoy the other stories!

#Fridayfictioneers: Black House

PHOTO PROMPT – © ceayr

“Doesn’t that mean ‘Black House’?”

“Probably.”

“It’s beige.”

“Maybe it means the mold,” Pierce said, kicking a rock.  “I don’t know who named it.  How long we gonna wait here?”

“Until he comes out,” Karen said.  “Dude has my lighter. I want it back.”

“You serious?” Pierce said.  “We’re stalking a celebrity over a lighter.”

“That and he’s gonna marry me,” she said.

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No. We’re leaving.” He grabbed her hand.

The knife came out, pointed at his crotch.

“‘Kay.” He backed off.  “We wait.”

Hopefully the gendarmerie had taken his call seriously. She got like this sometimes.

Word Count: 99


Friday Fictioneers is a weekly blog hop hosted by Rochelle. She posts a photo prompt then challenges readers to write a 100 word story inspired by the prompt. It’s a fun challenge. Give it a try! Check here for the info then write your story and post it, link up and enjoy the other stories!

#Fridayfictioneers: The Estate

PHOTO PROMPT © Jan W. Fields
PHOTO PROMPT © Jan W. Fields

“Is that a harpsichord?”

“Nah, it’s an old piano.  Don’t touch it.”  Joe pointed at the DO NOT TOUCH sign displayed above the keys.

Ed looked closely.  The piano was carefully dusted, but one key had some extra wear on it.  He hit it a few times.  Nothing happened.

“Do not touch that,” the butler commanded.  “That piece is not part of the auction.”

“Whatever you say, Al,” Ed said, tapping the broken key a few more times just for giggles.

Elsewhere in the mansion, unnoticed by anyone, the door to the cave silently slid open.

Word Count: 95


Friday Fictioneers is a weekly blog hop hosted by Rochelle. She posts a photo prompt then challenges readers to write a 100 word story inspired by the prompt. It’s a fun challenge. Give it a try! Check here for the info then write your story and post it, link up and enjoy the other stories!