Friday Fictioneers-The Writer, Pen and Paper in Hand


“The good writers touch life often. The mediocre ones run a quick hand over her. The bad ones rape her and leave her for the flies.” 
Ray BradburyFahrenheit 451

The writer, pen and paper in hand observes his surroundings and creates worlds that others would never see.

To the left, the brown chairs become mahogany settees. The cane design splitting apart after being left in the summer sun far too long.

To the right, three strangers become old mates sharing a pint. They celebrate in the brutal heat. One of them is getting married, to a woman with burgundy hair and eyes the color of emeralds.

The writer’s bike is black but otherwise nondescript. After removing the lock, he pedals off. Searching for more inspiration, and far greater stories.

100 words/Genre: General Fiction (I think)

Thank you Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting Friday Fictioneers. Criticisms and kudos are most welcome. Bring it on my loves, bring it on.

30 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers-The Writer, Pen and Paper in Hand

  1. You took the picture and created a real story with just what you could see. Many of the rest of us imagined a grandeur existence for the bike or the tree or both. Very clever.

    • Sometimes I don’t see anything. Sometimes, I see EVERYTHING. This week, it WAS everything and more. I even saw the writer. I guess it was a little clever.

      Always, Renee

  2. Have bike, will write, I guess. I used to go sit by a lake and write, and then if that failed, I’d move along somewhere else. I’ve never been one to sit at Starbucks and write.
    This was good.

    • Thanks my dear. I write where the mood strikes me. I sat and penned a quick prose about five little girls while at a Noodles and Company a couple of weeks ago. My husband paced around the placed while the words came to me. Then the sentences flowed. Everything ceased around me and I was gone…. I didn’t want to move until I was done, but he was waiting. Left to my own devices, I would have stayed there for hours writing entire life stories of five little girls. With dirty faces, mosquito bitten legs, blue eyes, blonde hair and exhausted parents….

      Someday I’ll get to….
      Love, Renee

  3. That was a great idea, getting into the writer’s head, watching him wield his craft. Well done. That’s the second time I’ve seen pedal spelt as peddle on Friday Fictioneers. Is this one of those Anglo-American variations?

  4. Dear Renee,

    I really like the way you took us into the writer’s head. We do see the world as a an opportunity sometimes, don’t we?

    As you’ve hopefully read in my reply to Sandra, peddle should be pedal. Easy to confuse the two.

    Also I would make these two sentences one: “One of them is getting married. To a woman with burgundy hair and eyes the color of Emeralds.” Emerald shouldn’t be capitalized.

    Shalom from your nitpicking friend,


    • Dear Rochelle,

      Nitpick away my dear friend. I was wondering if the two sentences should be one. Now I know. 🙂 As for the word, pedal. I should have known better. I AM a grammar freak and should have known the difference.

      The corrections have been made and the story flows better now. Thank you for all of your help. It means a lot to me.

      BTW, no one will understand what goes on in a writer’s head. I think that’s a good thing. Our stories should be closely guarded secrets that only we should tell. When the time is right, of course.

      Love, Renee

  5. I like that the bike takes the writer to different worlds and the writer creates different worlds with what the bike introduces him to. Very clever and most enjoyable.

  6. Renee, I loved your idea of writing a story about writing a story.A writer’s mind is a whirl of ideas, of what-if and what-may-be and how can I best say this, all tumbling around until something spills out onto the page. I love your writing style

    • Dee,

      There is no way anyone would understand what goes on in a writer’s mind but another writer. The words and ideas that whirl around in us can sometimes exhaust us. I’m glad you get it. That all of us at FF do. Isn’t it fun? And, well, exhausting too?

      Love, Renee

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