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Liam, Alicia, and Sally walked home from school along the twisting dirt road. Already the days grew short and cold. The ordinary became spooky.

“I heard there is a haunted tree along here,” Alicia glanced over her shoulder.

“Oh! I know just the one. It’s right around the bend.” Sally pointed ahead.

“Who are you trying to fool with a story like that.” Liam sneered, but he also walked faster.

“Whoooo!” called an owl from the depths of the hollow tree.

Liam and Alicia set of running.

“Who indeed!!” Sally took off after them.

The Challenge: Write a story in 100 words or less
The Challenger (Hub): Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
The Photo Credit: Sandra Crook

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Suzie’s House 513 : Frozen

Ben and Lisa walked home from school together – home being Ben’s house. Lisa’s mom had been kind of busy the last few days, so Lisa and Tracy both ate with him. Tracy’s mom even paid for it, like it was a business deal. Board without the room. Ben mostly didn’t care. It was only for the next month anyway. How many times would it be his turn to cook? Besides, Lisa and Tracy took turns too.

“So I think the next video should be even more mysterious.” Lisa had been talking about nothing by Malaprop and their video all week long.

“Didn’t you already give the gopro back to Miranda?” He was tired of it, and didn’t even care if Lisa heard it in his voice.

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Ship of Fools

While the party raged below decks, Anita considered her next art showing. It wold be in SoHo, of course. If only she had some idea what to put in it. Despite the balmy, moonlit night, all she could think of were out of season icebergs, homicidal gun collectors, and crazy presidents. By the time she’d made enough pieces to show, would there be a world left?

“That’s it!” She shouted, overturning her deck chair. “Zombies! Everyone loves zombies.”

The Challenge: Write a story in 100 words or less
The Challenger (Hub): Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
The Photo Credit: Ted Strutz

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Suzie’s House 512 : PDA

“I don’t like it,” Gene mumbled to Tracy as they sat across from each other at a long table in the lunchroom. He could see a dozen girls looking at him from different parts of the room. Normally he’d have focused on the others at their table instead, but none of them had shown up yet.

“Just ignore them.”

Tracy shoved her sandwich into her mouth like she couldn’t care less, but Gene knew she’d been getting looks from guys the same way he’d been getting looks from girls. Maybe it really didn’t bother her. Or more likely she’d bottle it up for a few weeks, then rant when it was just the two of them in his room.

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Daily Spy Thriller

Matt slipped out the hidden door to the tin roof of the tenement building. The door groaned and chattered closed before the lock clicked home. He paused to be sure no one heard. No sound came from inside. No motion from outside.

The clerk of the Quickmart gave him an odd look as he rang up the chips and cigarettes, but none of Matt’s enemies came to thwart him in his quest to free the universe of tyranny and hunger. He returned home in triumph only to find he’d locked himself out.

The Challenge: Write a story in 100 words or less
The Challenger (Hub): Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
The Photo Credit: J Hardy Carroll

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Suzie’s House 511 : Fan Service

“It’s him!” One of the older girls in Justin’s band class said it in a very loud whisper while leaning toward another.

Justin couldn’t remember which instruments they played, but he couldn’t mistake who they were talking about. He was the only one standing in the direction they were looking – behind the kettle drums.

The best thing about playing drums for orchestra was that no one expected him to provide his own kettle drum. All he had to do was walk up and pick up the mallets. Maybe, once in a while, he would have to stop and tune one. But mostly, they were ready when he was. So different from playing in the marching band where he had to pack around his snare drum just like the poor schmoes in front of him who ere getting their cellos out of their cases.

Or like when he played with Maliprop where everything he played he had to haul around himself.
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What Friends Are For

“I was in a hurry, so I just shoved my feet into my shoes. And then, you’ll never guess – I felt something move. Inside my shoe! It was….” Alicia paused a moment so she could have a big reveal.

“It was a spider.” Sally didn’t even pause as she was rummaged through her medicine chest.

“How did you know?”

“I saw those shoes yesterday when I was over at your place. They were full of spider webs.”

“Oh, you’re no fun!”

“Too true.” Sally handed over a tube of spider bite ointment.

The Challenge: Write a story in 100 words or less
The Challenger (Hub): Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
The Photo Credit: Sarah Potter

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Suzie’s House 510 : A Singer in a Rock and Roll Band

“Guess what I heard!” Beth leaned across the aisle so Emma could hear her, though class had already started.

“What?” Emma said it real quiet, even though they were at the very back of the classroom, over by the window. The teacher was busy writing something on the chalkboard, so maybe she wouldn’t notice, but it still made Emma uncomfortable.

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Eat Your Heart Out

Kimberly cut another slice from the loaf even though the bread was still too warm, and kind of squished.

“Not more health food!” Matt stomped around in the kitchen behind her. “All you feed me is rocks and twigs! Can’t we have real food once in a while? Why do you feed me this anyway?”

She had planned on slathering on some homemade jam, but seeing the hole in the bread, she changed her mind. She held it up to look at him through the heart shaped hole.

“Oh. Yeah. That’s worth it.” Matt took the slice. He smiled a little as he left the kitchen with it.

The Challenge: Write a story in 100 words or less
The Challenger (Hub): Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
The Photo Credit: Kelvin M. Knight

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Suzie’s House 509 : Overheard Identity

“Hey, look it this!” A girl standing next to a locker down the hall showed her smart phone to another girl. “I heard it’s a band made up of people from our school.”

Though faint from distance and tinny from the phone’s speaker, Emma could tell for sure it was her band, her song, and her video being shared.

Next to her, Kate giggled knowingly.

“Hah! It’s already working.” Kate fished her phone out of her bag. She pulled up the video on youtube. “Look! Over a thousand hits already. And it’s just begun.”

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Weather Permitting

“Is there really a place to camp here?” Carol looked over the hillside. Even if they found a flat spot, everything was covered in sage brush.

“Just a little further.” Martin kept up a steady trudge.

“We should go back. It look like rain.” She let her distaste out in her voice.

“Rain. Beautiful rain. If only it had rained more five years ago. Then this would all still be woods and we would have already set up camp.”

“Ah. Right. The forest fires.” Carol decided there were worse things than damp sleeping bags.

The Challenge: Write a story in 100 words or less
The Challenger (Hub): Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
The Photo Credit: Danny Bowman

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Suzie’s House 508 : You Always Do

“Walter!” Drew panicked when he found the mobile phone abandoned on a stump next to the back side of Lake Mendota. “Where are you!!!”

There was no response. Drew crashed through the underbrush around the lake, painfully aware he was on private property, but that Walter wouldn’t care. Could the old man have slipped in the mud around the shore and drowned in the lake? Could he have drowned on purpose? These were exactly the sorts of things Drew had been hired to prevent. But how can you watch over someone with the childish contrary nature of a two year old and a body just as tall and heavy as your own?

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Relative Values

“You have got to be kidding me. A million bucks for this? The place is a wreck! Daddy, why on earth do you want me to buy it?” Anita glowered at the ivy covered walls.

She already had a villa in New Hampshire and a chateau in France. This was supposed to be an artist’s retreat for her and her boyfriend.

“I thought you might get a place we both could enjoy.”

“You like this?” Anita quirked an eyebrow.

“Sure.” Her father took a tee and golf ball out of his pocket and placed them in the yard. Swinging an imaginary club, he shouted, “Fore!!!”

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The Hub: Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
The Photo Credit: Roger Bulltot

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Suzie’s House 507 : Brother’s Keeper

Ben bit his lip. The video was good. Real good. He could see how it got the way it was, but it wasn’t really what he and Lisa had planned. A part of him wanted to argue. But they weren’t really co-authoring it in the first place. She just wanted to talk about it with him. So the two of them had sat around throwing around ideas. Several times. But Lisa had done it all herself. So really. He had no right to complain,

The video began with a the same moving frame on the band playing in the back yard as the original video along with the instrumental start of the song. Everyone looked totally cool in their band clothes. Emma in particular wore a black outfit with matching black mask that made her look mysterious. She leaned into the microphone and sang.

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A Thousand Words Unsaid

Marge didn’t feel like waiting for her laptop to finish booting before she went to the bathroom. When she came back out, Jane sat at the little hotel desk, staring at the screen saver.

“Is this from the eclipse? Wasn’t that something? A bunch of us flew in to Idaho for it. There were tailgate parties everywhere, but I don’t remember seeing anyone set up a tent. I wish I could take pictures as good as yours.”

“That isn’t one of mine.” Marge took the laptop back.

“Well then, who took it?”

“Microsoft.”

The Challenge: Write a story in 100 words or less
The Hub: Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
The Photo Credit: Jan Wayne Fields
Breadcrumbs: If you leave a link in my comments to the post where you rose to the challenge, then I will be sure to comment. If it’s hard to find you, I’ll assume you don’t want a visit

Inspiration: The wallpaper that came with my new computer features a lit tent at night much like the provided picture.

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