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.”
Friday Fictioneers: Heart of Dare
Sometimes, having a daring heart isn’t a good thing.
Friday Fictioneers: The Peeper
All it took was a momentary flash.
Friday Fictioneers: Letting Go
It is never easy. It has never been easy for me to let go but this must be done. The inevitable has been dragged on for far too long. Just to do it, say it.
Friday Fictioneers: Bittersweet Moments
It’s easy to forget things sometimes like the fact that just five years ago, I was living in the van that’s now gathering dust in my driveway, that whenever I’d go in for job interviews and scribble a random address on the form, that I might be the luckiest person in the world.
Friday Fictioneers: What’s in the Trees
Her scream could be heard from the dormitory. “What’s going on?” A few students asked as they gathered behind her.
Friday Fictioneers: Cliffhangers
Ladies and gentlemen, I am a bookworm. (audience laughs) After digesting hundreds if not thousands of book, do you know what I think is the worst possible story ending?
Friday Fictioneers: Wally and Dad
Wally couldn’t believe when his dad said, “Son, let’s go to Ball World!”
Friday Fictioneers: Never Driving Again
Palms press against my ears, eyes squeeze shut, I sit paralyzed in the driver seat while my sister, Susan, paces outside, spilling expletives like a waterfall. For a moment, I think about spending the rest of my life (despite being only sixteen) riding the bus.
Friday Fictioneers: A B.U.G Story
Wah…whoa, I’m feeling a bout of vertigo coming on. Where am I? The last thing I remember was walking in the park. Why is everything so big?
Friday Fictioneers: Being Claustrophobic
I’m not a drama-queen but I honestly can’t breathe right now. Why can’t people just move? Why do they have to stand here loitering?
Friday Fictioneers: Swearing Man
“There ain’t no reason to swear and never will.” He’d tell anyone who’d listen.
Friday Fictioneers: Believers
“Do you believe in ghosts?
Friday Fictioneers: Earth Day
I don’t recall what happened. All I remember is walking alongside the river with my fiancee, Mark, on Earth Day when several loud pop, pop, pop rang in the air. Next thing I knew, I was falling backwards into Mark’s arms, “Leila, what do I do?” He said frantically.
Friday Fictioneers: The World Beneath
I watch as the water drains from the pipe above into the well below. It must be still raining up above, I think. Most of the city must be underwater by now.
Friday Fictioneers: Trouble Abroad
I should’ve known, Savannah thought as she sat in the cold metal chair of a police interrogation room. She’s thirteen but appears mature for her age.
Friday Fictioneers: Prepping for Christmas
“What’s with all the gingerbread cookies?” May’s jaw dropped at the sight of the trays of badly decorated gingerbread cookies on the kitchen counter.
Friday Fictioneers: Too Many Deaths
Alright, let’s see… Winter’s night, ground full of snow, she meets him, keels over and dies. Oh wait, he meets her, faints in her arms and dies??? Ah, what’s wrong with me and death? I dream about death… I write about death… Wait, have I been experiencing bouts of existential crises? Have I? No!!! Let’s…
