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Friday Fictioneers – Tree

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Copyright - Adam Ickes

Copyright – Adam Ickes

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Tree.

I am a tree.

I am a large, deciduous tree, watching over the woods and spreading my branches protectively under the sky.

My trunk is massive-

*snicker*

“Quiet!”

I lose concentration as my tutor hushes the other students. I press my eyelids together tightly, but I’m now far too red-faced to be a tree. My exasperated tutor calls me down from the stage.

I’m a student failing to be an actor. I might give in to my parents’ wishes and quit Drama school.

It could be worse.

I could be the guy pretending to be a pair of boots.

Friday Fictioneers – CoolBlu-Y

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Copyright – Roger Bultot

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Hey, you!

Yes, I’m looking at you!

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Alastair’s Photo Fiction – No More Running For You

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From – Alastair’s Blog

This prompt is from Alastair’s Photo Fiction Blog

 

I’d kill for some bacon. Or a nice glass of white wine. Anything really, I haven’t eaten in years. I wouldn’t even turn my nose up at a peanut butter sandwich, and I hate peanut butter.

I used to run marathons, but that was a long time ago. I remember how it felt the day after I’d finished one. My limbs were so stiff, one hundred times more painful than after I’d completed a normal run. Now I feel even worse than that, all over my body. Or what that witch has made of my body, anyway.

 I used to be so proud of my looks. I was out running along the fields, and an ugly chick winked, smiled flirtatiously and beckoned me to come over. I sneered and ignored her, I could do better.

Suddenly, I found myself literally rooted to the spot as she cackled and walked away…