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Friday Fictioneers – Valley

23 May, 2014

Let me just check me calendar… yep, definitely Friday again! I thought it must be as Rochelle had sent out this week’s prompt pic already:


I’d better let you read my 100 words then:


Every child knew death waited in the valley. Some said there was quicksand, some said a dragon, some a wolf, some an escaped murderer. The stories changed, but the fear remained the same.

When the ball was kicked or hit or thrown too far and disappeared beyond the fence, past the trees, they turned to me. “You’re the smallest but you’re the bravest.”

And I was. I would creep slowly downwards, my nervous eyes flicking in every direction until I retrieved what was lost. Then I ran back, breathless, never looking behind me. Never seeing, never hearing what was there.



  1. That’s the way to deal with those moments, just close off the senses and get the job done. Nice one.

  2. Those were neat moments when we spun our own legends as kids. Maybe not gracious wines, but fun. Nice work.

  3. I looked at the photo differently after reading your story.

  4. That was a great evocation of those fears from childhood and a great characterisation of the fearless one. I have to admit, those misty woods actually conceal all the ghosts from Willoughby, but they would never think of hurting you. Too busy getting ready for their next movie outing.

  5. And that feeling – running with the imagination clawing at your back… Nothing’s more strong.

  6. You created a great sense of fear and unknowing – the not seeing/ not hearing giving the illusion of safety. Well done.

  7. To me the question then is whether there’s really anything there or are they just all stories? This seems just how children (and sometimes adults) think.


  8. Oh, too be the little guy sent to do the “dirty work” for those too afraid to zip out and take it all. Well done.

  9. Well told. You forget those things sometimes when you get older. All those dares and stories. How you imagine some creature, brave going somewhere anyway, then feeling the relief when you make it back safe. This story brought that back. Well writtten. 🙂 —Susan

  10. Dear RG,

    Nice child’s-eye-view story. Well written.



  11. Made the hair on the back of my neck prickle. It was great RG.

  12. I really love this. The mood, the fear, the relief.

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