Starting Over – Friday Fictioneers

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Today is Friday, so time for Friday Fictioneers! Using the picture given, and a 100 word allowance, we create something that’s triggered from the image. Not necessarily a direct link to the picture, but something awakened from seeing it.

This week I managed to sneak my story in a touch under the word limit.


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Starting over

Stepping out into the warmth of the sunshine, dew still lingered on the grass beneath her feet. The sensation felt like it should be familiar, but her brain refused to make any connection. That happened a lot these days.

She couldn’t even miss her life before the accident. How can you miss what you can’t remember?

Today she started her new life, all over again. She could repeat her first experiences, as though it were all brand new. She couldn’t help but wonder if she’d make the same mistakes as in her previous life, but she’d never really know.


Word count: 99


The Search – Mondays Finish the Story

Mondays Finish the Story

For Mondays Finish the Story we get a picture prompt, accompanied by the first line of the story. We are then invited to finish the story within a 100-150 word limit.

Lots of ideas came to mind for this weeks installment, but I had to dismiss most of them for being too involved for the word limit. Instead I went for simplicity, and trying to capture the essence of one incident.


© 2015, Barbara W. Beacham


The Search

The crew of the Angel Flame received orders to head out. Time was ticking, but they hit the water in record time. The sea was as calm as ever they’d seen it, nothing unusual to report. It didn’t bode well for a successful recovery. 

Behind them a number of civilian boats were heading out, doing what they could to cover the search area. The situation hadn’t yet escalated to panic, but the crew sensed it wouldn’t be long. The family were sitting on the shore, waiting for the tiniest scrap of good news, and the Flame wanted to deliver it.

Everyone was on alert, scouring the horizon for the slightest movement, and finally they found it. Shouts erupted, and they changed direction just as the object disappeared beneath the water. The Flame trugged on, and it seemed to take an eternity.

Word count: 140


One more drop – Friday Fictioneers


Friday Fictioneers is another little challenge hop making its name out in the blogosphere, and is based at Rochelle Wisoff-Fields blog Addicted to Purple. Every Friday writers are invited to share a story, up to 100 words, based on the photo given as a prompt.

This prompt was actually given out for last weeks post and I missed the linkup deadline, but I really wanted to share with you what I came up with. No matter how I approached it, the tale couldn’t help but come out as poetry, so there was nothing I could do but just go with it. As a poet I’m definitely a novice, and I’m not sure if it falls into the criteria of this challenge, but I’d love to know what you think.

One more drop

Waiting for the next drop, just one more drop, please.

It’s been a while since your last, and it’s brought me to my knees.

The sun is beating down now, and I shade where I can,

but there’s much less litter these days, so I’ve no choice but to tan.

Just one more drop would be enough, to send me on my way,

to be with my brothers. What do you say?

This harmless little fellow, just needing to get home.

I can see that drop emerging now, thank you for giving hope.

Words: 93


Moving forward – Mondays Finish the Story

Mondays Finish the Story

Mondays Finish the Story gives us a photo prompt and the first line of the tale, inviting us to finish the story in 100-150 words. Thanks to Babso2you for bringing us this weekly challenge, I hope you like what I’ve done with it this week.

Moving forward

© 2015, Barbara W. Beacham

Arriving at the beach, she reflected on her life. Her thoughts always gravitated towards him, towards the hurt he’d inflicted on her, on her family. When would she be free of the cloud over her head, reminding her of all those bad decisions.

Taking deep breaths, closing her eyes, the wind and the spray washed over her. Taking one step, then another, the water felt cool against her skin. She went further and further, eyes still closed, concentrating on nothing but the elements around her. She felt at peace with herself, ready to face what lay in front of her.

‘Hey! Hey! Stop!’

The voice didn’t register with her, but the strong arms pulling her from the water were harder to ignore. Opening her eyes, they were met by the dark eyes of her rescuer. So, this is what lay in front of her then. Interesting.

Words: 146

Carrie Sorenson · Collaboration Challenge · Flash Fiction · Leanne Sype · Leonard Suskin · Nicole Pyles · Tena Carr · Uncategorized

Collaboration Challenge – Part Five, Decision

It’s time for my contribution to the latest installment of the Collaboration Challenge!

This challenge has been put together by Carrie Sorenson and has been running for the last four weeks. She started us off with the first installment, and each week the baton is passed on to the next writer to continue the story.


The story so far has come from the following writers:

Part One by Carrie Sorenson

Part Two by Nicole Pyles

Part Three by Tena Carr

Part Four by Leonard Suskin

When you’re all caught up, part five is right here:

Part Five, Decision

Sitting up straight, staring out over the lapping waves, Kip knew he had to do something. For once, he was going to take the control, show some initiative. He’d spent too long bouncing between two situations, two completely different people.

Janet and Mick were polar opposites and Kip had been floating around in the middle, going along with whatever each of them said. Janet had left and he’d just let her go. He hadn’t put up any kind of a fight, he’d accepted her decision and let her get on with it. He never tried to tell her how much she meant to him, how much it hurt that she’d walked away.

Mick threw his weight around with everyone and expected them to follow his rules, without question. With nothing left to do, Kip went along with it, knowing it wasn’t the best decision he’d made and that it could only end up in disaster.

But not any more. He’d had enough of his own indecision, and rose to his feet. The determination he felt flowed through the whole of his body, he was pumped, ready to go out and grab what he wanted. And he knew what he wanted.

The road to her house seemed endless, even though he must have driven it a hundred times. He had to resist the urge to race all the way there, the last thing he needed was to get pulled over. Finally he approached the turn and drove up the driveway to her door.

As he turned the engine off he felt the nerves creep up on him, and for a moment wondered if he was doing the right thing. Maybe he should just go home and think about it first, make sure it’s what he wanted. He hesitated on the door handle for a second, but when he looked up she was standing in the doorway watching him.

In that moment he knew what his summer choice was going to be. As she stood watching him, their eyes met and he knew that this was what he wanted, what he needed to get back on track and away from the others. He was out of the car and by her side before he even realised he was moving, and with her in his arms he felt like he was home.

He needed no words. The look they shared was enough for them both to know what was happening, that this was the turning point for their summer. It felt like nothing could go wrong for them now.

They were about to turn and go inside when they heard the crunch of another car on the gravel driveway. With a sinking feeling, Kip turned to see who it was climbing out of the car.

‘Nobody leaves the party …’ said Mick, glaring across the driveway.


Tune in for the conclusion to the story next week, when Leanne Sype will be finishing off for us!