Photo Credit: C.E. Ayr

Lauren had worked months on the proposal. Today the finance review board would hear her plans for “Hannah’s Haven of Hope”, the new children’s wing of Gordon Memorial. Her late sister’s legacy would finally be realized.

Tragically, as she stepped onto the crosswalk on the way to the meeting, a speeding car raced into Lauren, launching her through the air, slamming her into the pavement. She would never present her dream to the board.

But, as if by a miracle, the proposal was eventually heard and unanimously approved. Born of tragedy, it would be the legacy now of two sisters.

~ kat ~ 18 November 2015
(100 Words / Genre: Dramatic Tragedy)

This story prompted by the photo you see above by C.E. Ayr for Friday Fictioneers Weekly 100 Word Story Challenge.  Thanks once again to Rochelle for hosting.  If you’d like to read more stories or participate, click HERE.

Photo Credit: Sonya- Only 100 Words

“Cockalorum! He makes me sick!”

“Just look at that peahen turning herself inside out, trying to get his attention. Someone should ban him from the barnyard!”

“He’s a mutant you know. His kind are all show! I don’t think he has one peachick to his name. He just uses our peahens. Scoundrel!!!”

“You’re right. We just need to be patient.”

“Wait! Is she looking our way?!”

“She is! It’s strut-time! Good luck buddy.”

“Ahhhhh whhaaaaahh whahhh whhhhaaaa! May the best peacock win!”

~ kat ~ 16 November 2015
(98 Words)

A story for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. To read more click HERE.

Photo Credit: A Mixed Bag 2015

It was the first thing she noticed when the social worker escorted her to the imposing fortress where she would live for the next several years. It scared her…that lion face, ears lurched forward, cold glaring eyes. After her parents died in the car accident everything scared Emily. But with a steel resolve and an extra squeeze of her teddy bear, she marched right past that lion never letting on how terrified she was.

Years came and went. It was a good time of making new friends, learning and growing…and naming “Old Leo” as Emily came to call him. No longer frightened by his austere demeanor, she felt comforted, protected by his presence. Old Leo was her special sentinel against the harsh realities of a world that had left her orphaned. A wise guard, always on post, he allowed her the time and space she needed to heal and to thrive.

Heroes come in all shapes, sizes and types. And it seems that some of the most powerful, like Old Leo, are carved in stone.

~ kat ~ 16 November 2015
(175 Words)

This story is prompted by the photo above for Sunday Photo Fiction. If you’d like to participate or read more stories click HERE.