Welcome to the Daily Fiction Writing Challenge

This group of authors will be R.T. Shores, Edna Speck and J.F. Hire. The goal is to write about as many of the 90 prompts in as close to 90 days as possible.

Guidelines: Number your posts so we know which topic it was inspired by. Include your name in the by-line, and title it if you like. Write as many as you can! If you want to catch up, that's okay, just limit posts to three a day. Invite your friends if you want their input.

The prompts are as follow:

To begin, let's start with three fun topics to get the ball rolling
- At the food cart.
- Your first car.
- Describe your surroundings.

Now that is out of the way and we're all warmed up, there are 87 topics for the remaining days.

1. Meeting the contact.
2. Outline a plot in one paragraph.
3. School picture day
4. I got away with it
5. A game of skill.
6. "Uh-oh!"
7. A lucky mistake.
8. Virtual reality
9. Going on Safari in 2050
10. I got caught
11. Jigsaw puzzles.
12. Security breach
13. if it hadn't been for the wrong turn.
14. Finding what to use in a disaster
15. Dialect.
16. Write a fan-fiction including yourself
17. Intergalactic dating sites
18. Jeopardy serial killer
19. Italy
20. Life is an RPG (role-playing game)
21. Tour through a home
22. "This human is brought to you by..."
23. Procrastination
24. Looter
25. An angel lands in New Jersey.
26. Space buzz
27. Blackout in a high-rise
28. Bird-feeder wars
29. Haunted desert
30. An unexpected garden.
31. Squatter
32. It was found at the bottom of a drawer.
33. Becoming your boss's boss
34. Interview a felon astronaut
35. The perfect village
36. What's in the fire?
37. "This didn't used to be here."
38. Foodfight
39. Library
40. Idea for a cartoon
41. Teaching an illiterate adult to read
42. Homeless in suburbia
43. An unmarked package
44. The perfect recipe
45. What is kept under the bed.
46. Rural/farm life
47. I threw away my phone.
48. Day in the life of a rockstar/celebrity
49. Choices
50. Town in the middle of nowhere
51. Crows
52. A lesson learned on the road.
53. Develop a religion
54. At the fireworks display.
55. The next animal to evolve the ability to speak...
56. Islands/stranded
57. New neighbor
58. Losing the instructions
59. It's not my dog.
60. Just one more chance.
61. #Relationshipgoals
62. A better seat.
63. A business proposition.
64. Dusty guitars.
65. Cabin fever
66. At the dance club
67. Coming home.
68. Animal visitors
69. The homefront WW2
70. Write a script.
71. An ending refused.
72. Solution to annihilation of the Earth
73. The past three days.
74. It wasn't goodbye.
75. Develop 5 characters and have them interact.
76. Everyone knows everything about each other
77. Identity
78. An old fashioned wind up key.
79. Tell a story backwards.
80. Describe the universe
81. Comfort foods
82. Candle-lit
83. Giant monster
84. It was that haircut.
85. The final days of the once great city.
86. Running away from home
87. Bazaar/Market

8 - Virtual Reality - RT Shoressuspense

I rode with a group of military vets, and our service dogs, to the institute. We were going to try mini exposure to our trigger events without our dogs.

We were all reluctant, but it was just virtual reality so nothing to physically hurt us.

Being a civilian, they wanted me to try it first. I was game and told Hope, my Pit mix to rest. She looked at me and  I nodded and followed the technician.

They put me inside a little gazebo-like area and then positioned the device on my head. I saw a field of flowers and relaxed.

The tech spoke. "Your triggers are men yelling at you and threatening you, right?"

I smiled. "Good place to start." 

"I am going to lower the lights and I won't leave the room. Give me a safe word and I will stop it immediately, okay?"

I nodded. "Orange is my word."

It began. I was suddenly in a convenience store with a Coke in my hand. I was in the check-out line and there was a large man in front of me.

He turned abruptly and looked down at me. "Lady. You got any extra cash there?" I could hear a dog barking as I looked for money.

"How much do you need?" I asked. I saw two fives in my purse. I pulled out one of the fives and held it out to him.

"That's it?" He yelled and grabbed my purse. He shook it out on the floor, looked up at me and then stood again. He slapped me on the left side of my face and I stumbled. I could taste blood.

"Orange!" I yelled. Barking was intense now and I heard pounding on the door.

I lifted off the device and grew very dizzy. The tech gasped when she saw me. 

"Are we recording all of this, control?"

After a pause, a disjointed voice said, "Yes. We got it all."

The tech let in Hope and I sank to the floor with her and held onto her for dear life.

"Get a doctor, control."

"On the way."

I saw my friends in the doorway staring at me. One pushed the tech aside, while another took pics on his phone.

"What's going on?" I asked. Hope nudged closer to me and weighted me down. 

A doctor entered and asked my friends to leave. They declined.

He sat on a rolling stool and took my face in his hands. "How ya doin'?" 

"That was very realistic! My face even hurts." I touched it and saw the blood. "Did I fall?" Hope was whining and was fully in my lap now. 

"I will review the recording now and see what happened, okay?" He helped me up and sat me in a chair with an ice pack, but not before all my friends took phone pics of me.

The tech came out and said we were through for the day, but to wait for the doctor. I nodded, feeling strange. Hope held me down.

Our counselor arrived suddenly and pasted her calming look on her face. She sat next me. Hope looked up at her and whined.

"What's going on, May?"

"There was some kind of accident during the test. They are checking it now."

" Are you okay?" She asked.

"Yeah and glad we had a safe word, cause that felt real." She nodded.

She led us out, everyone nervous and dogs close to each of us. 

"If you don't mind, I withdraw from that program." I said bluntly.

"We all do." Said the ranking officer of the group. 

I took a deep breath and Hope looked up  at me. "Good dog." 

~~

The institute reviewed the footage from every angle and saw my head jerk, blood flow from my mouth and a large handprint appear on my face.

"What the hell happened?" Asked the head of the program.

They all shrugged. "Unknown, but we need student volunteers still and not folks with PTSD. She believes it was some kind of accident, but it happened in VA and manifested in real life. 

~~

Back at the warehouse we all sat for a post outing discussion. Our counselor asked me to go to the medic before we began. I left with Hope.

"Okay guys. I know you all have pics, but will it help her to see them?"

"No. These aren't to show her, but to protect her, and us, from stupid experiments." Said the chief.

"Good, good. I think it could destroy her if she saw them." They all nodded.

I stopped in the bathroom and glanced at my face. Wow! It reminded me of a time before...I shrugged and washed my hands, splashing water on my sore face too. I rinsed my mouth and spit out blood. I took Hope to her food and water bowls.

The group was quiet and the dogs were whining.

"Listen. It was an accident and it's all over now." I sat and saw them nod.

"All over now..." One said. "All over."  

7- A Lucky Mistake - RT Shores

The planet grew closer on the view screen and more alarms sounded. I silenced them, ready to die in silence rather than screeching noises.

My shipmates were in cryosleep and I saw no reason to awaken them to die.

The computer chirped, "Impact in two minutes."

"But where are we, Kla2?" It had been named after Klatu from an old sci-fi movie.

"Unknown, Captain. Readings coming in now."

I waited. 

"Desert terrain. Temperature 107. Liveable. Beings nearby."

I came to full alert now. Oh great! "Kla2, if we survive, trigger cryosleep chambers to awaken. They may have a chance."

"Impact in one minute, Captain." I triggered everything that could slow down the impact and thought I saw movement below us in the dunes.

I deployed the parachutes and and locked myself down.

We hit and bounced and I could feel the ship break up around me. 

We had stopped, upright. We might survive.

Cryochambers were opening and I checked myself for injuries. Nothing seemed unrepairable.

"Beings in conveyances moving this way rapidly, Captain." 

"I see that and they look familiar, oddly." I heard my shipmates begin to stir.

I cued the ship speaker. "We crash landed somewhere and creatures are headed towards us." 

All of my mates came to the view screen and watched as vehicles drew near.

"Are those trucks?" My co-pilot asked.

"Looks that way." Had we crashed back on Earth? 

"How the hell did we get back?" The engineer asked?

We heard tapping and banging on the hull and turned on the hatch screen.

"Hey! You okay in there?" Yelled a male voice.

"Yes. Where are we?" I asked.

"Planet Earth in the Sahara Desert. Need some help." He asked.

"Stand back so I can blow the hatch." The group cleared away. The hatch exploded upward and thudded in the distance. 

I was the only one dressed, so went to the hatch, thrown back by the heat.

I looked at the assembly of people. "Captain Thea O'hara."

"You guys have been missing for awhile!" Yelled one man.

She saw them use things near their ears and then talk.

"What year is it?" I had no idea.

"2014. You've been lost for almost thirty years. Call NASA or somebody, you guys." He ordered and People nodded.

My team dressed and the heat being too oppressive and the gravity too strong, a few strangers came aboard.

The temporary hatch engaged; we all stared at each other.

"What are you doing in the desert?" I asked.

"Making a movie." The leader said. 

I sat hard in my command seat and shook my head, watching the strangers unwrap sandy coverings and talk into boxes at their ears again.

"Help is on the way; the Air Force is coming." I nodded.

It wasn't long before they arrived and got rid of the movie folks.

"Captain? Where have you been?" Asked one suspicious pilot.

"It's a long story and right now we all need a hospital bed." They carried us off and flew us away. I hoped the movie people had recorded the landing, but knew to hide it. I wanted to see it one day.

"What movie were they shooting?"

"Mad Max." Said a medic.

"I thought we already had that movie." I said, beginning to doze.

"It's a remake, and you have a lot to learn since you've been gone; good and bad. One thing is for sure, you are mighty lucky to land where you did." 

I nodded and then passed out with a wry smile on my face thinking about what Earth had to learn from us. 

6- "Uh, oh!" RT Shores

"What did you do now?" Asked my roommate. 

He must have heard me outside.

"Threw the keys in the roll-out with the trash."

"Gross. Better you than me." He went back to lounging.

"They're your keys." I stood in the doorway with hands on my hips.

"Uh oh!" He echoed my previous exclamation earlier. "I'm comin'."

5- A Game of Skill - RT Shores

ISteph and sat in the independent coffee house, waiting for our drinks. I spied a free Chess board and grabbed it.

Steph nudged me under the table. "Don't look now, but a hot guy with his own Chess set came in."

"And..." I asked.

"He's mine." She said with a strange tone. I shrugged.

"May I join you ladies?" Mr. Perfect asked.

I ignored him, studying my first Chess move.

Steph must have nodded, batted lashes over large blue eyes and tossled her blond hair. He pulled out a seat across from her and sat cooly.

I made eye contact and he said, "You can ditch that board. I'm going to play her on mine." 

 I ignored him and studied his small, magnetic set. I chuckled. "Thought it would be larger." He turned red and Steph kicked me. 

There was a tiny detail he didn't know, besides Steph being married, she didn't know how to play Chess. I was going to teach her.

I watched from the next table and waited for someone to play me. It didn't take long. An elderly man joined me and we soon had a lively game going.

I listened to Steph whine at the next table about plays and moves. I finished my game with my partner and he left. Steph went to the restroom.

Mr. Perfect sat across from me. "Set it up." He demanded.

I sat back and crossed my arms over my chest. "Dude, you may be used to bossing around women, but I am not one of them. Set it up yourself."

He was taken aback. I was older, heavy, but smart, skilled and my 'pretty' grew on you.

He set it up, making himself the white player, probably feeling intimidated now.

Steph came back and stood watching us pouting as we flew through the game.

She made a big show of sitting alone at the other table and fiddling with the pieces.

"Checkmate!" My partner exclaimed. 

I shook his hand and said, "Good game."

"Well of course! You played me. Rematch?" He asked.

"Why not? You scared?" He was trying to egg me on.

"Nope. Bored. That's why I let you win; to get rid of you. Go play with my friend and she's married, by the way."

Luckiy Steph and I had come in seperate cars. I walked out and drove away. She may win at her dangerous game, but I won games of skill.

4. I got away with it. J.F. Hire

I was in the getaway car, rushing to the nearest exit, and home free. Well, I would have been, out it weren't for those damned meddling birds.
They weren't exactly having it out for me, but they somehow did me in. I had the loot, was on the highway, and the feathery fucks were en route to intercept me and my squad of merry theives.
So they dive-bombed the car. Their little beaks popped through the old rag top of the car, squaks and caws deafend us, causing us to wreck into a nearby field.
As we came to, the officers approached, and they said:

"Next time, if you want to avoid cop birds, don't be so seedy."

4- I Got Away With It - RT Shores

It was desperate times or I wouldn't have done it...

~~

The Strip was dangerous right now and everyone was laying low, but Lane was sick and I had to raise some money to her some medicine.

I headed out with a baggie of joints. I would make more money selling joints than larger amounts and it was easier and safer.

I walked Tenth Street to Piedmont and it was mostly abandoned. There wasn't one dealer in sight. That was exciting, but also frightening.

A 'straight' approached me and I hoped he was cool, but I 'felt' he wasn't.

As I slid my hand down the side of my bikini underwear, I saw him look over his shoulder. Two other men began heading his way. 

I stalled and then ran like the dogs of hell were on my heels.

"Freeze! FBI!" I ran faster and made the turn onto Piedmont and the Strip was crowded suddenly. 

My friends and acquaintances tripped the men and stalled them in imaginative ways.

I saw a car of college hippies ready to pull out of a club parking lot and yelled, "Open the door!"

They opened it and I dove in on top of them. (Luckily I was small.)

"Drive!" I screamed and they took off, one closing the door as I curled up. 

"Who's after you?" One asked.

"FBI and thank you. I will hook you up."

"Excellent. Atlanta is dry right now."

"No, just dangerous for us to get it to you." I said, still full of adrenaline.

"Then why do it?"

"My roommate is sick and we have no meds. Could we go by The Fruit Jungle? I will give you half for saving me, but need to sell the other half to buy her meds and maybe a little food."

"An ounce, already rolled, so if you could give me twenty, you get a good deal"

"Sure!" The driver said.

I gave them the baggy of joints and reveived a twenty.

I bought flu meds and juices and was wiped out. 

"Would you mind dropping me at home near Tenth at Piedmont Park?"

"Glad to." The driver said. 

They came in with me, for these were friends I wanted to keep. I hadn't noticed they were carrying bags too. They headed to the kitchen and headed to Lane with apple juice and meds.

She gawked at the people. 

"They saved me from the FBI." She gaped at me. 

"You got away?"

"I got away."

I told out new friends to come by anytime since I would be stuck at home for awhile. They nodded and thanked me, as I did them; profusely.

After they left, i went  to the fridge to put the juice away and found it full of food. Then I noticed packaged foods on the counter with a twenty dollar bill sitting under a can of soup.

College hippies...the best!