Friday Fictioneers – Madison Woods posts a picture that begs to have a 100 word story written about it.
I’ve posted mine below. Visit Madison Woods’ site if you’d like to see and/or learn more.
We’re Not Here for Formal Dining
“Is she coming?”
“Not yet.”
“Oh boy. Oh boy.””
“Stop drooling on me.
“I wasn’t drooling.”
“You were. And take off that ridiculous red cape.”
“Why? She’ll think I’m family.”
“She’ll see it a mile away.”
“Okay. But I still think it looks good.”
“Listen, we’re not here for formal dining.”
“I know, but she’s such a tasty morsel.”
“Not until we catch her and eat her. Now be quiet.”
“Is she coming?”
“Yes, I can see that little red hood coming up the path now.”
“Oh boy. Oh boy.”
“Damn it. Stop drooling – and be quiet.”
Randy Mazie
The Writer's Village 
OMG! Of course, Little Red Riding Hood. The dialogue made it all come alive and I could feel the horror of the story creeping up. A fine and imaginative take on the prompt. Mine is here:http://readinpleasure.wordpress.com/2012/06/15/fridayfictioneers-sacrilege/
thank you. Can you come over for dinner tonight, too?
Nice! Clever use of dialogue and a fun twist on the classic tale.
Mine is here: http://wp.me/p1Wqon-aA
Thank you. I twisted two tales this time… fox tails (tho’ please don’t tell the folks at PETA).
haha…those damn wolves. Great interpretation!
http://writersclubkl.wordpress.com/2012/06/15/friday-fictioneers-do-not-follow-me-home/
Yes…aren’t they darn wolves. Pesky things!
I loved this! I loved the line, “Listen, we’re not here for formal dining.” Hehe – still giggling. Here’s mine: http://theforgottenwife.com/2012/06/15/friday-fictioneers-6152012-the-watcher/
Thank you. Wanna come come over for dinner tonight…maybe wear a little red something?
Great voices – very convincing. Well done.
http://castelsarrasin.wordpress.com/2012/06/15/given-a-choice-friday-fictioneers-june-2012/
Thank you.
Funny. Sounds like an excerpt from a Walt Disney classic.
Here’s mine: http://logo-ligi.com/2012/06/15/six-oclock/
like a fractured fairy tale. nice!
http://brainsnorts.wordpress.com/2012/06/15/fridayfictioneers-615-via-madison-woods/
thanks, it was a howl…
That was very funny. Although I don’t think it should have been. And before you ask, I’m not free tonight. Although I do like to wear red. Sometimes.
red is good… and why shouldn’t it have been funny (although it’s funny you should write that).
It should have been frightening, terrifying, chilling… and there I was, laughing! I felt that I shouldn’t have been. Something’s wrong, very wrong, somewhere. Perhaps in my head.
(it was meant to be funny) Maybe you were just hungry … do you really think there’s something wrong in your head?
Absolutely certain!
That there is something wrong in your head or that you were hungry?
It’s the head, Doctor.
take 2 aspirins and call me in the morning
in the meanwhile until the aspirins kick in
Please, try one of my children’s poems (and no, please do not be scared by it although it can be a little scary for children. It too, like the “We’re Not Here for Formal Dining” is meant to be humorous).
Itches Inside My Head Part III
“I have an itch inside my head.”
“You must mean OUT,” my good friend said.
“No, I mean in. I don’t mean out.”
He stared at me. I felt his doubt.
And so, my head he did inspect,
To find out why “in” was correct.
And when he saw his knowledge lacked,
cried… “Sure, it’s in, your head is cracked!”
best regards
Randy
“It’s not so bad to be a bit cracked, sometimes, it lets the light in” (Air Chief Marshal Lord Dowding – the man who led Fighter Command during the Battle of Britain)
Oh, I like that.
Light, and fresh air.
I can see and smell already.
I’m chuckling. Even though you’ve not invited me, I’m coming over for dinner and will be wearing red from head to toe. LOL. You can find me on the list…if not, here I am:
http://www.triplemoonstar.blogspot.com
I’ll be waiting… (red is grrrr-eat). Please no priests or therapists(ha).
I liked your last two 100 word posts, and sent you some replies.
What time can i expect you over?
Just moments before the chase. And, it sounds like the feasters must have been given a tip; I always thought that was an inside job.
Here’s mine: http://thebradleychronicles.wordpress.com/2012/06/14/flash-fiction-friday-letting-go/