Friday Fictioneers: Dreaming of Paradise
Where am I?
Friday Fictioneers: Puzzled by Fascination
“Aren’t these wonderful? Wow!” Her daughter bends over to examine the paintings in awe. She says nothing. The truth is, she’s miserable. What am I doing here? She keeps asking herself. Why is my daughter so interested in this stuff. She’s not an artist. She can’t draw to save her life. She’s trying to spend…
Friday Fictioneers: Hope for 2022
Sitting in his chair by the fireplace, Nicholas can’t help burst out laughing.
Friday Fictioneers: 18 Christmases Later…
Angie stares at the Christmas lights in the rear-view mirror, waiting for the light to turn green, while a jazz rendition of “I’ll be Home for Christmas” plays softly on the radio.
Friday Fictioneers: Secret Obsession
What I’m about to show you was my grandfather’s best-kept secret.
Friday Fictioneers: Witness Statement
If you were standing by the docks last night, near the old tires factory, you would’ve felt the ground jolt. No, it wasn’t an earthquake.
Friday Fictioneers: Returning to Duneview
Duneview, more like Doomview, Liz thought as she maneuvers her car toward the town of Duneview, population 123.
Friday Fictioneers: The Occupational Hazard of a Delivery Boy
Whistling, he walks his bike down the narrow alley, feeling glad he didn’t listen to his mother and drive. There’s no way I can drive my SUV here, he eyes the narrow street.
Friday Fictioneers: Senior Yearbook Prediction
When it came time for Senior Yearbook prediction, he was voted “Most likely to spend rest of life in parents’ basement.” As much as he wanted to prove anyone wrong, he could not.
Friday Fictioneers: Dreams of an Exploring Mathematician
True story… “Why do you want to be a mathematician?” Mom said, “You can’t make any money from that.”
Friday Fictioneers: Present Ideas
“Guys, stop what you’re doing! We got trouble.” Johnny runs in to the playroom. The room’s suddenly still.
Friday Fictioneers: Sorry, you’re a…
“Hello!” My voice echoes as I enter the hangar. “Hello!” Hey, this is kinda fun.
Friday Fictioneers: The Customer
“Um, Miss?”
Friday Fictioneers: Return to Youthful Times
“Lao-huan-tong,” mother muttered under her breath, adults return to being children again.
Friday Fictioneers: Surprise!
“Be with you in a minute!” I shout and descend the ladder.
Friday Fictioneers: Desperate Measures
Based on real life event…
Friday Fictioneers: Descriptors
Loosely based on real life events…
Friday Fictioneers: After the Storm
His paddle-board is all he had left. His house, car, and belongings, all gone when the 40-foot tsunami-wave came. He somehow survived by holding onto the paddle-board.
Friday Fictioneers: Belle
“Is it Halloween already?” I watch the truck full of hay bales rolls through the normally tiny sleepy French town.
Friday Fictioneers: No Good
“I’m telling you, he isn’t a good man.” Her sister’s words came echoing in her brain as she crouched lower behind the shrubs. Despite the roaring river beside her, all she could hear was her heart’s thump of terror. “Oh Val, where are you?” Her boyfriend sing-songed, cracking his knuckles. “Come out and play. You…
Friday Fictioneers: The Man Who Wanted to Fly
“He tried to fly before he could ride a bike.” The homeless old man said.
Friday Fictioneers: Blind Dates
“I had a great night,” I say with a smile glued my face.
Friday Fictioneers: Spokesperson of Discouragement
“That’s it!” Grinding his teeth, he hurled his creation to the ground and stomped on it until it was unrecognizable. Then he jabbed a finger at his sister, “I don’t want to hear a peep from you.”
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