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?

Kissing Up to the Frenemy

Kissing up, kissing a$$, whatever you want to call it, I’m not a fan even though I am someone who’s eager to please. I have my limits and would never stoop so low as to kiss someone’s behind to keep them happy.

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?

#Writephoto – Money Tree

“Money tree.” Susy spoke the words slowly as if trying to teach someone to speak for the first time. “You don’t believe in such thing, do you?”

#Writephoto – The Prince that Ran Away

Hands on his knees, the prince panted breathlessly. Boy, I must be more out of shape than I realized. He thought and glanced behind him proudly. He smiled. 10 miles hike, not bad for an out of shape guy.

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.

#AtoZChallenge 2021 – I am Yinglan

Whenever someone asks, “How do you pronounce your name?”, I would often tell them, “The ‘Y’ is silent and ‘lan’ is pronounced like Lana without the ‘a’ at the end.” Some will still say it wrong and it drives me absolutely off the wall. It really isn’t that hard.

Friday Fictioneers: Believers

“Do you believe in ghosts?

#AtoZChallenge 2021 – I am Xenodochial

According to this website, when someone says, “Oh, you’re a xenodochial,” it means you’re someone who’s friendly to strangers. I didn’t even know this word existed. I looked it up on dictionary.com, no such word.

#AtoZChallenge 2021 – I am an Underdog

Some people are meant to lead. Some are meant to follow. I am and have always been a follower aka an underdog. I wrote about this in this 2016 post and nothing will ever change that, not my mom, not my aunt, not even Toastmasters.

#AtoZChallenge 2021 – I am Sentimental

Are hoarders sentimentalists? I think they are and it’s the reason why they often struggle to get rid of stuff. When my grandpa passed away in 2015, his home office was at last unveiled to the family. His home office has been a mystery for as long as I can remember. I think I might…

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.

#AtoZChallenge 2021 – I am Quiet

I may seem quiet on the outside but really, I am just an awkward conversationalist with a vivid imagination and a loud mind.

#AtoZChallenge 2021 – I have Nyctophobia

I have Nyctophobia. It’s another word for an irrational fear of night or darkness. My brain and heart are fighting each other on this. My brain says this is an irrational fear but brain, can you please tell that to my heart when it’s thudding like a high-rhythmic beating drum when I’m in the dark?

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.