Friday Fiction – Ascent

As Miriam climbed the grassy staircase she could feel the eyes burning holes in her back. She heard whispers, but couldn’t make out what was said.

Slowly ascending the stoney staircase, Miriam realized she would never return. She hesitated and was knocked off balance by a burst of wind that instructed her to continue the ascent.

When she reached the top it was waiting for her. She climbed in, shut the door, and wiped her eyes. Suddenly, she felt a sense of weightlessness; and the village and its inhabitants looked smaller than ever.  Soon the village disappeared beneath the clouds.

This is a Friday Fictioneers prompt and is based off of the photo below. Please feel free to share constructive criticism.

PHOTO PROMPT – Copyright –Björn Rudberg


This weeks Friday Fiction is from a photo prompt over at Friday Fictioneers. I hope you enjoy. Please feel free to share your thoughts. Have a great weekend! 😉


“It’s true,” I say as Marcus, Patrick, and Jenny pile in the elevator.

“We’ll meet you at the top,” Marcus says pulling the heavy cage into place.

As the elevator creeps by Patrick shouts, “Up, up and away.”

The elevator coughs up smoke and ash as it sputters between the seventh and ninth floors.

Suddenly a fireball consumes the elevator.

Trapped. They bang on the cage and cry for help.

Petrified, I can only listen to their cries.

Silence comes quickly.

The fireball retreats and the elevator belches smoke and ash.

The cage opens and I peer inside. No trace they were ever there.


Photo Credit: Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Word Count: 100 + 5