Every Wednesday we get a new picture prompt for the Friday Fictioneers, a writing challenge graciously hosted by our Fairy Blog Mother Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.
The task of the challenge is to write a story: beginning, middle, and end, in 100 words or less. You can find all the Fictioneers’ stories when you click on the little frog. Please read, comment, and if you like, join the fun. Everyone is welcome.
You think I‘ll feel comfortable in that shack you think is a house?
You think I don’t understand your language?
Wrong. You kept me as a pet until I reached puberty. I learned the language. I learned to read, too. And to think.
You think I don’t understand your motives?
Wrong. You want to prevent us from going extinct. From what I‘ve read in your books, we‘d deserve it.
You think I‘ll mate with that young male you sent into my pen so you’ll get cute little Earthling babies to coo over?
I’ll have him for breakfast.
I thought my muse had left me. She always does when I’m stressed out at work. After much wheedling she flicked an idea in my face. So here you have it.