Touchdown… Again

Posted on June 26, 2016 by stomperdad

Read chapters 19 and 20 or start from the beginning

Chapter 21

Brogan and I caught the 6am flight from Halifax to Laguardia. The court date wasn’t set yet, but I knew it was just a matter of time. I also knew it was going to be a shit show, high publicity, circus. I wanted to leave Brogan with Ione. Safe. But I wanted the courts to see the sweet, little boy involved in this. Funny thing is, he never said anything about wanting to see his father. Dempsey must know we’re back in New York. I just hope he doesn’t figure out where we’re going.

Read chapter 22

This is a continuation of an experiment. Each week there is a 100 word short story photo prompt challenge posed by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. My challenge to myself is to connect these photos into one seamless story. Click the blue frog to read other stories inspired by this photo.

The Next Move

Posted on May 7, 2016 by stomperdad

unnamed PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

Read the last chapter or start from the beginning.

Chapter 17

I made record time to Ione’s and hugged Brogan so tight… Now, from our third floor bedroom, I could see the rains coming, in more ways than one. It was going to be a shit storm. CNN and the New York Times have been contacted. Dempsey wasn’t going to be happy. Actually, if he wasn’t prepared to kill me before, he will be when they contact him. He was running a multimillion dollar company. Too bad he was taking short cuts. Too bad he killed employees to quiet them. I just have to turn in the book that proves it all.

Read chapter 18

The Ties That Bind

Posted on April 24, 2016 by stomperdad

barb

PHOTO PROMPT © Madison Woods

Read chapter 15 or start from the beginning.

Chapter 16

“Do you want us to chase him down?” The gleam in their eyes said they’d love to.

15 minutes later the man in the black sedan was being led at shotgun point back to the abandoned bark mill. In his rush to get out he had gotten lost.

Using a length of barbed wire, they gingerly wrapped it around him, effectively tying him to the post without hurting him. If he moved, however…

“Should we leave him?” I asked.

“We saw what he did to you. What he could have done.”

“Give him a few days to enjoy the serenity of the wilderness.”

I had the book back. It was time to go public.

Read the next chapter

The Kidnap

Posted on January 31, 2016 by stomperdad

chateau-de-sable-ceayr PHOTO PROMPT –ceayr

Read Chapter 1 (links can be found to chapters 2,3, and 4 from there)

Chapter 4

We lived a life of luxury. I was a SAHM and loved it. Dempsey had never been alone with our toddler before. He worked. A lot.

Brogan ran to the house and the second we saw my husband the kidnapper made sure we drove off. Fast. The gun was constantly pointed at me. Loaded? The asshole shot my cell phone.

We split the driving and two days later we were in Denver where he split. I spent the night locked up in a hotel room. I slept, but just barely.

I drove 26 hours straight to get home. Chateau de Sable was quiet on the outside. Upon entering, however, I wished I had taken Brogan with me.

Read chapter 5. To those who were looking forward to this chapter, I apologize for it being a day late. I’ll blame the kids this time.

To read other stories inspired by this photo written by Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers please click the blue frog.

Now What?

Posted on January 23, 2016 by stomperdad

PHOTO PROMPT © Jan W. Fields

Read Chapters 1 & 2

Chapter 3

It smells a bit musty so I attempt to open a window. It sticks. I plant my feet and haul with both hands and it reluctantly opens. The cold, refreshing air bites at me, but it brings the rooms back to life. Dust covers everything like a grey sheet. Cobwebs cower in the corners.

Which is how I found Brogan when I finally made it back home.

We had had a day of shopping. If only I had known we would be held at gun point that day…

The asshole had the courtesy to let me drop Brogan off at home with Dempsy before forcing me to drive to Denver.

I shake the memory from head as I hear Brogan finger the keys on my old piano. They make smile…

Read chapter four.

This is a new experiment for me. Each week there is a 100 word short story photo prompt challenge posed by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. My challenge to myself is to connect these photos into one seamless story. Click the blue frog to read other stories inspired by this photo.

Ella’s Cinders (in 2 parts)

Posted on November 22, 2015 by stomperdad

shoe grate

PHOTO PROMPT C.E. Ayr

The only things I know for sure are her name is Ella and we danced for hours t at Avalon Hollywood. Suddenly, somewhere around midnight, she ran out and jumped on the bus. Her Coach wasn’t pulled by 6 white horses, but with the power of 320. All that remains are the memories and her lost shoe. Now I search the city for this beautiful woman; the foot that fits this shoe. For in the matter of a couple hours, she stole my heart.

I don’t who that man was, but my God he was gorgeous. He asked me to dance so we danced. For hours. It was exhilarating! It was the emergency call from my godmother that ended my bliss so suddenly. Unfortunately, I lost a shoe when getting on the bus. Perhaps I’ll find it later. They do remind me of the night my nasty step-sister’s house burnt to cinders.

This is a story in 100 words for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle-Wisoff-Fields based on the photo above. Click the blue frog to read more stories inspired by this photo!

Friday Fictioneers (or Fiddlehead Swamp)

Posted on October 30, 2015 by stomperdad

They were stuck. In a swamp. And night was quickly approaching. Jack and Annie sat in their car, shocked that both tires had blown, sending them careening off off the road. Jack looked at his phone, but there was no service. Spotting a light in the distance and with nothing else to do, they stepped out. The water ice cold around their ankles, they suddenly heard bubbling, like boiling water. Annie, screamed. Her legs became entwined in hastily growing fiddleheads. Her screams pierced the air as she sank into the murky water. Jack pulled, but could not stop her from submerging. Then silence. Terrified, he ran for the house across the street. Frantically, he knocked. An elderly lady with an unusually long nose answered the door. A black cat circled under feet, smiling.

Here is my attempt at a bit horror. Not exactly gruesome, though hopefully scary enough. Happy Halloween!

This is a story in 100 words (oops, I many have gone a bit over this week) for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle-Wisoff-Fields based on the photo above. Click the blue frog to read more stories inspired by this photo!

No. I Won’t Ride the Fairground Swings

Posted on October 9, 2015 by stomperdad

He gripped my finger tightly, looking skyward. “Dad, can we go on that one?” he asked excitedly. “You sure?” I asked. People laughed as the swings rotated, seats pushing outward from the ride. Suddenly, a loud clunk echoed through the fairgrounds. The sound of metal on metal screeched. Black smoke began billowing from the sides and the ride began spinning faster. Faster and faster and faster it went. Screams could be heard over malfunctioning ride. Chains started snapping, people and chairs flung outward, landing and sliding over the concrete.

I blinked the image away and listened to the laughter. “Nah, not today.”

This is a story in 100 words or fewer for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle-Wisoff-Fields based on the photo above. Click the blue frog to read more stories inspired by this photo!

drunk in luv

Posted on October 3, 2015 by stomperdad

I luv u soooooo much. Plz come back 2 me. i cant live without u. I miss u. I need u. I luv u. Ive been sad sinse you left me. I cry alot. like right now. Im sooo sorry for what I did. I wont ever do it again. i promise. wont you just come back to me. i still luv u. i just want us back 2gether again. i do anything to get u back.

Yeah, right. I’ll just delete that message. He sent it at 2:30 in the morning. Drunk bastard drunk emailed me.