Travelers ~ #fridayfictioneers ~ 4/11/14

This afternoon I watched Chase Jarvis interviewed Brené Brown on CreativeLive. The amount of wisdom packed into the hour of conversation between these two dynamos is immeasurable. There was a profound juxtaposition and balance between the creative expression of an introvert and extrovert in tandem. … Continue reading

Witch Mountain~ #fridayfictioneers ~ 3/7/14


Copyright – Danny Bowman


Witch Mountain

My insides barren, lay wasted by chemo. Night after night I walk the desert.

As a child I understood magic. I rooted for Tia to save Tony, built my own StarCase. And believed in time my supernatural powers would be revealed-Telepathy and Telekinesis the least among them.

Now my medical team’s become my Earthquake Gang. I fight the villains’ nefarious plans to wreak havoc. I’ll find my way home.

Just concentrate, the water glass sliding within reach.  Again.

“Ms. Thomas did you call me?” the nurse inquired.

“Yes I did.” Now I know I’ve everything needed – my magic replete.


Word Count: 100


P.S. Please make sure to read the others.


It’s that time! Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields at hand. If you’re new to the madness then run fast lest you get sucked in. It’s a hard addiction to break. Not that I’ve tried.

When I first spied this week’s photo prompt my mind wandered to a mountain on the back highway into Boulder called Dragon Rock. Legend said it was a sleeping dragon. I had always wondered on the magic that they within mountains. Since I was a little girl I was always looking for Witch Mountain.  Hence, the evolution and inspiration of my FF offering.

San Gréal ~ #fridayfictioneers ~ 2/28

I spent my morning in the dentist chair; the usual scolding over the shrill of the pick- flossing habits, night guard usage and warnings of a crowned future. All I could think “Ugh! I don’t have time for this. I need to write”.

Didn’t they understand its Fictioneer’s Time- “One for all and all for one” musketeer style. Inspiration comes at the most inopportune moments.  So I flew from the chair grabbed my notepad, scratched a few words and tore across town to get to the office and a computer.

Here’s my offering.


Copyright -Sandra Crook


San Gréal

Tractors make terrible getaway cars. Normally.

“What day’s the hay delivered to the stables?”


“But it’s Tuesday” Philip pondered. Perhaps that’s why they’re exiting the gate teaming with bales. “Must be a mistake…”

Entering the grand hall he immediately noticed the missing portrait of Père Dumas. “ Mon Dieu the chalice” he took off running for the gallery.

Geneviève smiled and turned towards the kitchen knowing she was the only thing of value left.  Seventeen centuries of witchcraft flowed through her sang réal.  Once upon a time, not so long ago, he’d been a frog.

“Where’s that locator spell!”

Word Count: 100


P.S. Please make sure to read the others.

Thanks Rochelle as always for graciously hosting the prompt for our 100 words novella . This week’s image by Sandra Cook is tugging upon a deeper wanderlust.  Temptation’s temptation.