Friday Fictioneers-Destruction


PHOTO PROMPT – © Copyright Jean L. Hays

The virus leveled us. Well, most of us anyway. What was left of humanity wasn’t very human anymore…

There was no such thing as comfort, or down time. Survivors were on the constant hunt for supplies and food. Mandy was tired and more than once thought of putting the cold pistol to her head and ending it. She had no idea what stopped her. Maybe it was hope that there was something more to life than survival.

Pockets filled with ammo and a motorbike humming between her legs, she set out on Route 66, hoping to find a life after decimation.

Genre: Post Apocalyptic Fiction/100 words

Thanks Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting this exercise in discipline. It is a joy to work with you and have you comment on my work. Along with all of my other friends from Friday Fictioneers.

Dear Readers, be sure to check out the other stories found on the little froggy link on Rochelle’s page. Thanks for stopping by.

49 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers-Destruction

  1. WHAT came over you? I loved it, darling. And with a motorbike humming between her legs, she’ll not want for a man, right? 😉

    • Not sure what came over me my love, but this genre is my favorite to read, so I thought I’d give writing it a try. I’ve been avoiding writing for some time and I have no idea why.

      As for the motorbike humming, that’s exactly what I was thinking…. No need for a man when riding a crotch rocket now is there?

  2. Very nice. I hope this comment finds you well. I have been out of blogging almost a year and stated this new one. You may have the old one on your followers. they do not take of deleted accounts.

  3. Dear Renee,

    First I want to tell you how thrilled I am to see your face back in the “Hollywood Squares.” You’ve been MIA too long my dear.

    Like Janet, I was thinking “Mad Maxine.” 😉 You painted a bleak picture and I could feel Mandy’s despair, coupled with her determination. My only crit is that the last two lines really are one sentence. Comma after Route 66, small ‘h’ on hoping.

    Well done and great to read your voice once more.



    • Dear Rochelle,

      It’s good to be back. I’m bound and determined to write more and prompts really do help keep me disciplined.

      Mad Maxine is a good description but I want her story to be a bit more bleak, or dark. I will be sure to change the last two sentences to one. I have a tendency to keep them too short.

      Thanks for the reading and critique. It’s so good to hear from you.

      Love, Renee

  4. The piece is dark and moving and reminiscent of “The Road” with more bullets. But the title is clawing at a pet peeve of this numbers geek: Decimation = One-tenth destroyed. Yes, the definition has muddled into “many-to-most,” alas. English is losing yet another quite precise word to muddledom. (“Massive” to describe holes and wind does the same thing – I go all twitchy.)

    • Thanks so much. I think my favorite genre is post apocalypse. That, and dystopian society stories. My daughter says the stories are satire, but I think they tell our future.

      Love, Renee

    • We need a strong woman to face down what lies ahead for her on Route 66. There’s a line in the book, The Silence of The Lambs that goes something like, “if he’s close enough to fuck, he’s close enough to fight”. That’s what I felt about this character when I wrote the story. She’s a bad ass that will take down anyone in her way.

      Love, Renee

  5. She’d better get the most out of that bike because pretty soon the fuel will run out. I hope she’s found somewhere safe by then. Good story, appealing character.

  6. Dear Renee,

    I’m glad to hear all the ladies bandying about their thoughts on the crotch rocket’s buzzing between her legs. They said what I was imagining. You do apocalypse well. Possible larger story in there, right?

    Well done.



    • Dear Doug,

      I’m not sure if you’ve ever ridden a Harley, but there is something about the throb of the bike that makes me feel alive. I swear to you that feeling is better than sex.

      Not sure if there’s a larger story here of not. But it would be fun to try. I get scared of writing longer stories. Like maybe I’ll run out of words or the writer will get bored. I wish I didn’t feel that way. With practice maybe that fear will go away.

      Thanks for liking my story. It means a lot.

      Love, Renee

  7. Well written, Renee. I like the fact that she is clinging to the hope of finding more to life than just survival. If that was all it’s about there wouldn’t be much point in going on. The vibrating crotch rocket was added bonus too–hope she doesn’t wreck. 🙂

  8. Dear Renee
    So pleased to see you back here at FF, I have missed you!
    I loved your story, a different genre for you and you did it really well.

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