15/06/2017

HEN PARTY - one hundred words for Friday Fictioneers

HEN  PARTY

Six of us flew to Tenerife for Leanne’s hen do. The apartment was pretty basic, but it didn’t matter because we were out every night.
In one nightclub this creepy bloke bought us all drinks, and when we staggered home in the pitch dark he tried to kiss me. Eeuuw!
He pinned me against a palm-tree – I still remember his long pointed teeth – but then the moon came out like a spotlight, there was a horrible screech, and a black shape flapped up into the tree. When I looked round, the bloke had just vanished.

A real weirdo, that one!
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Dozens of people from all over the world write a 100-word story each week prompted by a photograph. This week's photo was taken by Dale Rogerson. Go to https://rochellewisoff.com/ and follow the links to Friday Fictioneers, read what others have written, and perhaps to take part?

36 comments:

  1. Ha! Well, that was a lucky escape, and the woman all oblivious to his true nature :-)

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    1. Too drunk to notice - she was lucky, though!

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  2. I always knew hen parties were dangerous.
    Enjoyed your 100 words. :-)

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    1. Especially hen parties - can you imagine the state of those six friends?

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  3. Perfect ... for this prompt.

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    1. Thanks, yarnspinnerr - I think!

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  4. Loved your story , Liz ! Most amazing !
    Regards,
    Moon
    https://aslifehappens60.wordpress.com

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    1. Thank you, Moon - what an appropriate name for this prompt!

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  5. Dear Liz,

    He sounds like he could've been a real pain in the neck. Good one.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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    1. Enough with the vampire jokes, already!

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  6. Horror that left me laughing :)

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  7. I love the fact she just thought he was weird!

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    1. She'll never know how close she came!

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  8. My husband and I just saw Nosferatu at our locally owned theater. A group called the Invincible Czars provided live music (the movie was filmed in 1922 I believe.) Your story reminds me of that... creepy, in a delightful way. Well done.

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    1. Thanks Alicia - I shall have to track down the film one day!

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  9. As far as vampire stories go, Liz... this is great! I loved the humourous take! (And Rochelle didn't seem to mind it, eh?) ;-)

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    1. I seem to avoided a slapped wrist!

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  10. Love the light touch on a vapire theme - nicely done Liz! Made me smile

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  11. i suspect it wasn't the moon. it was her perfume. :)

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    1. That's a very sweeping assumption, plaridel!

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  12. Lot's a stake for the fanged ones.... at least it was good he was not a werewolf

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    1. She probably wouldn't have noticed a werewolf among the other wolves in the nightclub!

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  13. LOL…the one that got away.

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  14. She was going to join the once bitten category but just batted her eyes instead. Good sound bite fiction.

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  15. I've never understood people who go clubbing without a bulb of garlic in their bag!

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    1. I know - you'd think their mothers would have warned them.

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  16. Yes, he's a weirdo alright. This was great, Liz. Good writing. :D --- Suzanne

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    1. Thanks Suzanne - we've all met some weirdos in our time, I'm sure!

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