Friday Fictioneers: Not this Year

March 2020

Tale Weaver #315: The Bald Man

Sitting at the edge at the bathtub, naked, bald, one hand clutching a bottle of bourbon, the other a bottle of pills, Alex felt sad, alone, and lost.

Friday Fictioneers: My Sister’s Final Wish

Re-reading my sister, Bethany’s Will, I sighed, “My dear sister, you shall be the death of me.”

Photo Challenge #354: Together at Last

She opened her eyes and sat up. Where am I? What is this place? She wondered as she looked out the window of the house. The house was surrounded by wheat fields.

Friday Fictioneers: Stuck in the Future

“Crap, we’re stuck.” Em said as she dusted off her dress. A few minutes before, she and her husband, George, leapt from her granddad’s beloved train aka time machine as it hurdled 88-miles-per-hour toward what used to be a ravine.

Friday Fictioneers: Who’s to Blame?

“Honey!” I shout and immediately, I can hear a pair of big feet padding down the corridor to outside the bathroom door.

Friday Fictioneers: Thoughts of an Egotist

Come on, announce the winner already!

Friday Fictioneers: Behind the Scenes

Sometimes, I think there’re more interesting things happening behind the camera than in front.

Photo Challenge #350: Caught in Action

The drawing was blinding. I couldn’t even touch it, let alone look at it. This is what I spent $500 for? I was expecting scandalizing photographs, detailing all those mysterious hours my husband has spent away on his so-called “work trips”. I was definitely not expecting this.

Friday Fictioneers: Showtime

“Re…lax,” I inhale and exhale, dragging the word, doing everything to calm the tension in my body. I shouldn’t be this nervous. Come on, I’m performing to a crowd on Zoom, not some important figure.

Photo Challenge #349: Love, Trust, and Promises

I have never trusted anyone. My whole life, I’ve known only one thing – people lie. People cheat, break promises, betray one’s trust, and never do the things they say they would do.

Friday Fictioneers: Untitled

I stood there, staring at my husband’s desk. I should’ve known it’d be too good to be true. Neat-freaks and scatterbrains aren’t opposites. They don’t attract. They repel.

Friday Fictioneers: Just Another Day

“What cha doin’?” George asks.

Short Story: Christmas Spirits Rising

Emma moaned as she rolled over and pressed herself against her husband’s chest. It’s Christmas Eve and for the first time since moving into their new apartment, she and her husband finally got to sleep in together. They are both ER surgeons and neither of them is ever home at the same time. Neither of…

Friday Fictioneers: The Stranded Mr. C

Mr. C stares at the sign and sighs. Still gone as it has been for 50 years. He’s stranded in this desolate place as his brain kept wandering back to that fateful night. What went wrong? “I triple-checked that spirit-meter, didn’t I?” He muttered.

Friday Fictioneers: Christmas Bedtime Story

“They call this the “Scrooge Farm”. Instead of Christmas decoration each year, around Christmas, there would be scarecrows dressed in rags and sandbags for heads popping up in random places ’round the farm. Now, no one has ever seen the owner as there’s no house on the hundred-acre property. “

Friday Fictioneers: Another Pandemic

Tossing his jacket onto the table, he sat down and sighed. He couldn’t believe it. Another pandemic. I’m 109, how many more events do I need to go through?

Friday Fictioneers: Crapulously Fabulous

Great, fantastique, awesome, super. Just how many more different ways can I exaggerate this situation? I don’t know what gave anyone the idea or the impression I can single-handedly put together a Thanksgiving dinner in 4 hours. 4 HOURS!!! There I was, slaving away in the kitchen – turkey, vegetables, and stuffing in the oven,…