The Lady and her Knights

Posted on 28 October 2026 | 25 comments

Thank you Rochelle, once again, for the challenge to find a 100 word novel from the Photo-Prompt.

And thank you Jennifer for the picture, all washed up on the beach.

More stories from the Friday-Fictioneers are available HERE.

PHOTO PROMPT © Jennifer Pendergast

The Lady and her Knights

The days were hot and comfort breaks between filming scenes were welcome.

Getting in and out of costumes irritated John, (Sir Lancelot); how did ancient knights endure the heavy armour.

He sipped his hydration drink and concentrated on Alice, (Guinivere), who was laughing at one of Malcolm’s, (her husband), witless jokes.  His characterisation of Arthur was stupendous and worthy of an award.

He wondered if Arthur cared what Guinivere was up to; knocking on Lancelot’s hotel door during the night and slipping away before dawn. Surely, tongues would wag.

John opened his door to the familiar knocking.

“Alice and Malcolm!”

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Others

Posted on 22 October 2026 | 28 comments

Thank you Rochelle and Nobbin for the photo-prompt. On Earth, the sun is our greatest energy resource feeding us life, NEVER should we take it for granted.

PHOTO PROMPT © Nobbinmaug

Others

What was blocking the sun?

The eclipse was unpredicted, unexplained and paralysed the scientific community with fear. The hysterical jabbers flooded cyberspace with messages of an impending world extinction.

For ten hours, the darkness stirred anxiety with infectious panic as religious groups called for restrain, calm and submission to the will of God.

An almighty flash; daylight resumed like a teenager without explanation.

Rapturous screams of relief resounded across the world. The televised news showed jubilant crowds in capital cities.

Emma raised her arms, tearfully begging, towards the sky.

She had understood their warning.

“You are not alone, back soon!”

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No Visitors

Posted on 14 October 2026 | 28 comments

An interesting picture this week for the Friday-Fictioneers’ 100 word challenge. I am not sure if someone has left the gas on, have they?

It’s one of those evenings when I’ve just settled and suddenly, there is a knock at the door. Some unexpected friends have turned up with food – but I’m not in the mood; not tonight please!

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PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

No Visitors

‘We are not leaving John.’

Slow shallow breaths, I keep still.

The knocking becomes frantic. ‘Come on John, we know you are in there.’

Bluff, bluster and bluff. I just want a night on my own.

‘We’ve got your favourite Chop suey. Come on, it’s getting cold.’

I dislike Chinese take away food with a gut-wrenching passion.

It’s okay in the restaurant, piping hot with chop sticks.

I disapprove of polystyrene boxes and the lingering smell from leftovers.

‘We’ve brought Black-Forest Gateau for afters.’

Irresistible temptation. I step towards the door.

It’s surely a seductive trap.

I’m not in!

Agony!

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Princess Caroline

Posted on 30 September 2026 | 31 comments

Thank you Rochelle (https://rochellewisoff.com/2026/09/30/2-october-2026/#like-18890) for posting Sandra’s photo-prompt.
A castle, a place of ancient fairy tale dreams, but in reality a place constructed during violent times.

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PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook

Princess Caroline.

I wander through these castle walls, ashamed of my failure.

I once came to save a nation, as my heart was promised to a princess.
I failed.
I am now haunted by the empty chambers of this abandoned bastion; fallen to the invading hordes. 
Still, I cannot leave this place as my soul laments over the murder of Caroline.
I failed.
My knights implore me to cease; come rest with them.

From the mist above the tower; she startles me.
‘You came!’ A cry of joy.
She floated, a fluttering angel, rejoiced in my embrace.

Our souls fade into history.

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She is Human

Posted on 24 September 2026 | 22 comments

From this weeks photo-prompt I could just imagine the leisurely life of the retirees relaxing around the pool.
I wish I was there.

Thank you Rochelle, click to visit her page.
More contributions from the Friday-Fictioneers group can be accessed HERE.

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

She is Human

Lizzy used the pool during the senior afternoon periods, only.
At weekends she was barred, since she scared the children.

She had a doctor’s certificate and medical report declaring; she was biologically safe in the water. 

People cringed if she spoke to them, except Lilly, well; she was blind and enjoyed a good joke.
The cat around the sunbeds would hiss when she appeared from the changing room.
So she’d flicked her tongue towards the feral feline.

People stared when she rubbed suncream over her green skin and the scales on her face.

Underneath, she is human just like them.

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One Way Out

Posted on 17 September 2026 | 19 comments

Everyone has their idea of a holiday; a break from work and life’s normal routine. Occasionally, what we need is a break from people, no matter how much we love them. Yes, we do enjoy their time, but what about my time; a time to relax doing what I want, even if it’s nothing at all.

Thank you Rochelle for your constant encouragement and writing prompts.

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PHOTO PROMPT © Lisa Fox

One Way Out

It was too late to get a replacement passport. We had searched everywhere.
Why was it not with the others, in our document box?

Susie was furious and the boys apprehensive that they might miss their holiday adventure; by the pool!
‘You all enjoy yourselves.’ I insisted and waved as they drove off to the airport.

I expect I’ll have to suffer; eight lonely days looking after myself.
Well, I enjoy pottering in the garden. Evenings, I’ll catch up on all the films; ‘They’ don’t like’.

And golf with Jerry.
Just what I need: a peaceful holiday.

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What you See

Posted on 03 September 2026 | 23 comments

I’ll admit this week, Rochelle has found an unusual photo-prompt. I can’t imagine who would want to buy dolls heads, unless they were going to repair a favourite toy. Then again you can find many weird and unusual objects browsing through flea markets. As the saying goes; one man’s rubbish is another man’s treasure.

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PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

What you see

Which one would you like?

Caroline looked at me as if I had two heads and scrunched up her face.
Gosh, really! She tugged my arm. Come on, let’s get something to eat.

Listen, I brought you here because you wanted something for the windowsill.
Now, which one do you want?

Dolls heads, seems morbid to me. I’m hungry, please Mike.

Yes, a bit disturbing. Reminds me of my sister’s cruelty.
Once, she threw her pram in front of a bus to sue for maiming her pretty doll.

Mike!

Okay, Caroline. I’ll buy you the blue one, for your flowers.

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Sterile Planet

Posted on 29 August 2026 | 13 comments

I wonder what life would be like without the variety of insects and life forms on planet Earth, would it be as much fun!

Thank you Rochelle for the challenge to write 100 words that capture an idea in one, also thank you to Dale for the picture of the hornets nest. Insects that prefer to be left alone, and why not. What harm do the do, except retaliate when threatened. Sounds familiar.

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Sterile Planet

The discover of the hornet’s nest created a moment of panic for the municipal authorities.
A division of exterminators were sent and scoured the area for any further signs of primitive life.

The idea that these insects had survived the purification purge was on the agenda for every settlement,
and barricades were erected with movement check points to capture and eradicate the spread of disease.

Masie ushered her ten offspring into the safety pod, one that was able to withstand nuclear radiation,
and physical attack by rockets.

Occasionally, marauding life forms appeared, and the Homo sapiens were the worst freaks.

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The Cheating Game

Posted on 19 August 2026 | 20 comments

This week’s photo-prompt is a test for any imagination to come up with a 100 words that capture a lifetime of regrets, well for someone in this case. Thank you Rochelle for selecting Lori’s picture.

More stories from Friday-Fictioneers can be found HERE.

PHOTO PROMPT © Lori Wilson

The Cheating Game

Heads turned, husbands trembled as wives scorned; a moments silence.
Helen revelled in her sensational notoriety; here face a fashion accessory on magazine covers.

I was cold on the hotel steps; sweating and shaking in anticipation.
Meet us in room 217, I’ve ordered Dornfelder and brötchen with cheese. 
She mocked my simple tastes.

Helen played all the cards, women folded and gigolos cringed.
She married me for the adventure; a hedge fund dealer!

But her glamour was fading.
Her attorney, Larry, had finalised the divorce.

Of course, they’d be wrapped in hotel Egyptian sheets.
I’d brought a loaded ace.

Some after notes:

Room 217 is a famous haunted guest room at the The Stanley Hotel in Estes Park, Colorado. It inspired Stephen King to write his 1977 horror novel The Shining after he and his wife spent a terrifying night there alone as the hotel’s only guests. 

Dornfelder is a popular dark-skinned German red wine grape created in 1955. It is known for its deep, opaque purple color, velvety texture, and rich flavors of blackberry, cherry, and plum. It ranges from fruity and off-dry to structured and oak-aged.  

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Love’s Golden Rule

Posted on 16 August 2026 | 18 comments

Thank you Rochelle and Lisa for the photo prompt.

More stories from the Friday-Fictioneer group can be accessed HERE,

Time has flown past this week and disappeared into space.
I am a couple of days behind, I hope it’s not too late.

PHOTO PROMPT © Lisa Fox

Love’s Golden Rule

Grandpa, have you ever been in love?
Ah, Mary, do you feel that way about Michael.

No!

Think of love as unpacking Russian dolls, each a cover of what lies beneath.
The first layer is attractive lust.
Next reveals a sense of friendship immersed in happiness.
A spark follows in a euphoric swooning of an illusion of a fantastic future full of joy.
The next doll is a misperception of sweet lies, and a web of false hopes.
Underneath comes the emotional confusion, bleeding agony.

Never open or reveal the smallest doll.

Why not Grandpa?

It contains the truth.

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