Stone

All I can say is wow! I am surprised that I was able to come up with something for this very interesting photo prompt. I had the story up to 121 words, but could only get it down to 101 without changing the flow of the story itself. Here is my offering for this week's Friday Fictioneer. I would love constructive criticism and comments. Thank you!

The stoic stone face stared out over city hall, leaving Georgie gawking slack-jawed at it as if in a staring contest.

“What are you doing?” his older sister, Amanda, demanded.  She was perturbed that her mother forced her to fetch her wayward sibling.

“He blinked!” he exclaimed, his eyes wide with surprise.

“What?” Amanda looked up and saw the stone head staring blankly ahead. “It’s a statue, dumb-dumb! Don’t you know what statues are?!”

She grabbed her little brother’s hand, dragging him inside as he continued to howl, “He did blink, Amanda, he did!!”

The statue continued to stare – and smiled.

Bugged

I had trouble with this photo prompt this week, to the point that I explained to my Dad that I'm visiting - what the photo prompt and the Friday Fictioneer was about. So this week, the offering is written by my Dad who took up the challenge.

Bugged

A man thought he heard voices coming from his keyboard sitting by the wall. Was the NSA listening to him? 

He took his keyboard apart and then decided the voices were coming from the formerly empty apartment next door. He felt silly. He put the keyboard back together. 

The NSA agents were happy to hear him again. From now on, they’ll keep their noise to a minimum.

Rainfall

It's been a while since I've worked on Flash Fictions. I've enjoyed and miss them. When I received an email about Rochelle Wisoff's Friday Fictioneer, I couldn't pass up the opportunity to dust off my brain and tackle the challenge. Here is my 100-words or less flash fiction with the photo prompt of the week.
I would appreciate any comments and constructive critiques. Thank you for visiting my blog.

 Rainfall

The rain fell again – sending those inside the store scurrying to the back. It was not the flooding that worried them. It was the rain itself.

A customer had earlier stepped out of the store with groceries in hand, joked about getting wet – except as she stepped into the rain, her flesh immediately bubbled and blistered, sloughed off, exposing muscles and bone. The water that swirled around her ankles sliced off her feet, sending her tumbling into the flood – only to dissolve in a matter of minutes.

She never had a chance to scream.

But we had.

Thirst

Friday Fictioneer time. A 100-words or less flash fiction with photos supplied every week by Madison Woods.
If you would like to participate, join us here. http://madison-woods.com 
I would appreciate any comments or helpful critiques. Thank you for visiting my blog!

Thirst

“I tell you it’s dry. Bone dry.”

I turn the spigot anyway and it hissed and sputtered at me.

“Told you.”

My tongue felt swollen, my lips cracked and bled.

“Aren’t you thirsty?” I asked, joining him on the steps. I looked out over the yard, or what was left of it. Dry and brittle grass burned yellow, the ground held deep fissures. Even the earth was thirsty.

“Yep, but I try not think about it.”

It was all I could think about.  I was surprised that I was still alive, and I regretted it at the same time.  We sat unmoving, staring at the baked yard and blazing sun. Thirst.

Bird - Friday Fictioneer

It's time for Friday Fictioneer. A 100 words or less with photos supplied every week by Madison Woods. Thank you Madison! If you would like to participate, join us here. http://madison-woods.com
This story was a struggle this week - I would appreciate any comments and constructive critiques. Thank you!

Kaitlinn watched as a dark shadow flew against the pale morning sky, 

then hovered magically on thin fluttering wings before settling on the nearest tree.  

She remembered seeing pictures of it 

in school, told about it, but thought that they were a figment of their imagination. 

Yet here it was, sitting in a tree.

 A hush grew over the crowd that had gathered around her, staring at the same curiosity.

“What is it?” someone had whispered, both in horror and awe.

Kaitlinn shivered in its wake. “I think it’s called a ‘bird’,” she replied.

Not Here - Friday Fictioneer

It's Friday Fictioneer time. I have my flash fiction down to 93-words. Would appreciate any comments and constructive critiques. Thank you!

“She’s not here!” I shout to those around me. They murmur in consent and regroup for another location. Another direction.  Another day to go by without her.

She’s not here. 

The wild bushes lush with berries, ripe and heavy, were left untouched. 

She’s not here to taste them. To stain her fingers and draw a moan of joy from her lips - 

It’s been three days and the woods beyond the raspberry patch stretches beyond my reach. 

She’s beyond my reach. 

How long can she survive out there?   

How long will I without her?

Last Warning

It's Flash #FridayFictioneers time! Here is my attempt for the Photo Prompt - got it down to 97-words!
I would appreciate any comments, helpful hints and critiques. I had fun writing this, I hope you enjoyed the story. Thank you!

“Last warning, Earthling!”

The dragonfly fluttered around a sun-baked rock before settling upon it. It had but a few seconds to flash its gossamer wings before the ray-gun blasted it into a smoldering ash.

Two tiny gray beings glide out from behind a rock, their luminous almond-shaped eyes taking in their destruction. One of the beings held up his gun, his wide lipless mouth curled in mirth.

“I gave the Earthling a chance to surrender.” It said in a high squeaky voice, “If they don’t heed us, we’ll have this planet under our command in no time!”