Creative Writing, Friday Fictioneers

Friday Fictioneers: My Comfort

Happy Friday everyone! If you’re a regular follower you’ve probably already caught me…today isn’t actually Friday (I’m going to pre-date this post). We’ve had a rough week at home with C. We spent the earlier part of the week trying to recover from being sick and the latter part of the week dealing with the worst sleep and behavior issues we’ve ever encountered with our daughter. I posted earlier in the week about the importance of taking time for yourself. I could not have made it through this week without that little break. Having said that, I’ve been participating in Friday Fictioneers led by a local (to me) author Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Every week she posts a photo prompt and challenges bloggers to think creatively to write short (100 word) stories inspired by the photo. This week’s photo was taken (and also created) by Claire Fuller. This week I present to you: “My Comfort“.

copyright-claire-fullerPhoto Credit: Claire Fuller

“My Comfort”

It was a dark, cold, lonely winter evening as we drove through the snow-covered hills trying to find a place to call home for the night.

Low on gas but high on faith, we were certain we’d find something before total darkness blinded our path.

Out of nowhere a deer darted mere inches away from us. She swerved to avoid it plunging the car off the side of the hill and into a pocket of snow.

Darkness fell upon us and there we were.


It was at that point that I realized all we really had in this life was each other.

She was my rock, my comfort.

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Friday Fictioneers (Mystery): “Gone”

Last week, I posted my first ever Friday Fictioneers story. If you’re unfamiliar, FF is a group of bloggers who come together once a week to share short stories. Led by a local (to me) author Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, FF are given a photo prompt and are challenged to write a 100 word (give or take) story inspired by the picture. You can find more information here. Below is my story for this week…

Lora Mitchell Photo

Photo Copyright: Lora Mitchell


She awoke suddenly in the middle of the night, beads of sweat falling from her chest. An unexpected power outage had left the entire area with little reprieve from the blistering heat.

Boom, Pop, Crack

She ran outside. The sight of fireworks across the water, normally a celebratory sight, offered little comfort. “There is something unsettling about loud sounds in the middle of the night,” she thought. She went back inside, uncomfortable, prepared for a restless night’s sleep.

The bright morning sun glistened through the window. The sound of birds chirping was a beautiful melody. Still no power.

Waves from an incoming boat crashed against the dock. An unexpected visitor. The man was frantic, “They’re gone,” he said.

“Who?” she asked.


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Friday Fictioneers: “708 Fulton”

A little over a month ago I read a post by one of my readers (Hi, R!) that inspired me to follow suit. Every Friday, a group of bloggers get together to each write a short 100 word story prompted by a photo. You can find more information (including link up details) here. I’m not going to promise that I’ll do this every week but I’m going to try to challenge myself to participate often because I love creative writing. Here we go…


Copyright Jean L. Hays

708 Fulton

I stare at the vacant streets. Quiet calm encompasses the air and it suddenly all makes sense.

The start of my relationship with him was beautiful. I was invincible and ready to take the world by storm. He was successful, smart, sexy, and charming.

I gave him everything I had, heart and soul. He was my refuge, my comfort, my home. Then he was gone.

Where do I go from here? I am tired but I am strong. Today is Sunday and my heart is closed for business.

It’s time to start loving me.