Thursday, August 30, 2012

Friday Fictioneers: 8/30

This weeks photo prompt was taken by the very talented Stacey Plowright. Isn't it pretty.



                Cara pressed her nose against the window pane, not even noticing the cold as she stared up at the sky. Several layers of clouds hung there, like a layer cake made of stone. Anna, her sister, shot her a look.
                “Will we,” Anna whispered.
                “I hope so.”
                “When will we know?”
                Cara shrugged. “I dunno, couple hours maybe.”
                Anna bit her lip. “I’ve got a math test tomorrow.”
                Cara bounced up and down in delight. “That’s it!”
                Anna stared at her, puzzled.
                “If you study for the test and I actually do my homework, we’re bound to have a snow day tomorrow.”

For those of you who might be new to the whole Friday Fictioneers thing, this is how it works.

1. Madison Woods provides a photo prompt.
2. Using the prompt, a group of writers each produces a 100(ish) word story and posts it on their blog.
3.  A blog hop kicks off, with writers commenting on each other's contribution.
4. It starts all over again the following week!
5. Links to this week's stories can be found right here. You should check them out.

24 comments:

  1. "...like a layer cake made of stone." What a great description of the clouds! Well done!

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    1. Thank you. I'm pretty proud of that description.

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  2. Awesome! A scene viewed through the eyes of a child, fresh and exciting. I hope they get their snow day!

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  3. I sense some young girls don't want to go to school ?!? Very nice, and thank you so much for stopping by mine.

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  4. How I remember that feeling, even getting up in the night to see if it was snowing and then snuggling back into bed in the muffled silence, wondering how deep it would be by morning. You brought it all back in a short piece - kids never get over the wonder of snow. Well done.

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  5. Beautiful! Reminds me of my school days...

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    1. Thanks, that was the memory I was hoping to tap into.

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  6. So true and believable. Nice writing.
    mine's here: http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2012/08/31/writers-catharsis/

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    1. Thank you. I loved your story. It's quite powerful.

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  7. I said it, my kids did and now the grandkids do ;). Nothing like a 'snow day' to bring joy!

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  8. Dear Jess!

    This was absolutely perfect. If you knew (and it sounds like you do) the amount of gyrations, plans and prayers my brother and I would go through to make it snow on a school day, you'd laugh just as hard as I did at your delightful story.

    Wonderful. Thanks.

    Aloha,

    Doug

    http://ironwoodwind.wordpress.com/2012/08/31/satisfaction-brought-them-back/

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    1. My sisters and I went through the exact same process. One of the barn owners where I live drives school bus, and I'm pretty sure he goes through the same thing. Everyone loves a snowday!

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  9. I loved this. You captured the moment perfectly.

    http://adrarasdreams.blogspot.co.uk/2012/08/fridayfictioneers-storm.html

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  10. A fine delightful story. Mine is here and linked as well: http://readinpleasure.wordpress.com/2012/08/31/friday-fictioneers-harmattan-rain/

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  11. This really does work. When you are prepared, circumstances conspire against you so that you are not called. This is how I live my life. "Be prepared!" And I wasn't even a Boy Scout. Love the story. I was expecting more ominousity (yes, I just made up that word) so this was a pleasant surprise. And well written.

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    1. It still holds true. If I have something I really want to do, there will be a blizzard. The difference is I don't enjoy the bad weather nearly as much as I did when I was a kid.

      I'm glad you enjoyed it!

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  12. Cute story, and exactly the sort of machinations everyone gets up to as a child to try to have a day off school. You depicted the girls perfectly.
    If I may offer a concrit suggestion - the "layer cake made of stone" description si very powerful, but it's weakened a little by the repetition of the word layer. Consider just "The clouds hung like a layer cake made of stone". Ultimately up to you, of course.
    I'm over here - http://elmowrites.wordpress.com/2012/08/31/friday-fiction-white-pegasi/

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    1. Good eye, thanks. I'll have swap on layer out for something else :)

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