#fridayfictioneers 6/8 – via madison woods

Every Wednesday Madison Woods posts a picture prompt to challenge writers to create a 100-word story or poem or anything that works for you.  then post your work on your blog.  additionally, on friday, you go back to her site and post a link to your blog entry in the comments on her friday fictioneers post.

I’m going to try to keep up with this, as should you.  give it a shot.  i prefer to stick to 100 words, but she doesn’t mind either way.  not everyone has the time to sit and write, revise, edit, revise, edit, etc. until getting it down to 100 and telling everything you want to tell.

My story this week is all dialogue, so i used a hyphen to indicate one speaker just in case you need that to help distinguish the speakers because I didn’t want to waste words on “he said” and crap like that.  Here’s this week’s picture and my 100 words –




“Umm.  That big bird?”

– “What bird?”

“I thought it was a bird.”

– “No.”

“The snow on that mountain?”

– “Nope.  Not the snow.”

“I got it.  Your hair.  Yeah.  Your hair.”

– “No, idiot.  Come on.  Be serious.”

“That airplane?”

– “The one you thought was a bird?  No.”

“The sun?”

– “Are you kidding me?”

“No, really.  It is not yellow.  I mean, if you look at it with the Hubble telescope it might look yellow.  But to our eyes it looks white.”

– “No.”

“I give up.”

– “The clouds.”

“Okay.  My turn.  I spy something – blue.”

– “I hate you.”

“Are we there yet?”


100 words

82 thoughts on “#fridayfictioneers 6/8 – via madison woods

  1. I like it :). I keep wanting to try one of these days, but the things you guys come up with intimidate me lol…one of these days I might just go for it. Really enjoyed this

  2. Good job Rich. Didn’t see your link on Madison’s page? Anyhoo, Laughing out Loud! Must be a lazy day for those two. Worse yet, a boring car ride! :O

    • Thanks. I looked at the picture of the blimp in thought what could go wrong here? Then I thought of the impossibility of trying to play “I spy” at 1000 feet in the air surrounded by nothing but clouds and sky

      • very cleverly done. i like the child’s imagination aspect very much. i miss listening to this kind of banter. enjoyable to say the least.

  3. Funny! I think I missed posting my attempt at last weeks fridayfictioneers. I thought it had to be posted by the following Friday not the same week:( I think I understand now!

  4. My mom and dad packed seven of us in the station wagon to go to a cottage some summers, when they could afford it. I’m sure we had that very conversation! Thanks for the memories, great read!

  5. I’m beginning to think I’m in the minority of people who struggled with this picture!

    I haven’t played iSpy in forever. This cracked me up and had me thinking of car rides with family and friends.

    • was having a strangely nice day. i thought about doom coming to the blimp, but it just didn’t come to me. thanks for reading.

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  7. I hated that game! Loved the “are we there yet?” at the end.

    I must say though, I would prefer it without the hyphens. I enjoy having to figure out the characters, the hyphens made that too easy.

    • i didn’t want to put them, but i wasn’t sure. i guess it wasn’t necessary. what i didn’t realize until after was that in microsoft word, those hyphens are counted as words.

  8. Hahahaha! That could have been a replay of my sister ‘hating’ me on our whirlwind family vacations during the 70’s. Good story.

  9. I love that game in the car trying to pass the time on a long journey and fancy being able to say something better than ‘sun’, ‘road’, ‘white lines’ and ‘sky’. 🙂

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