Friday Fictioneers: The Plan
“You will never get away with this.” She said as her ex-boyfriend led her out of her apartment with her hands tied behind her back.
Friday Fictioneers: Before the Alarm
“Blow out the candles, Emilia,” Mother hissed as we heard the blaring of the air-raid alarm.
Friday Fictioneers: A Cruel Reminder
Clara keeps a plastic cup full of removed staples on her desk.
Friday Fictioneers: One-Nighter
It happened almost instantaneously. She was sitting at the bar when he walked in.
Friday Fictioneers: Another Day
Dear Diary, It’s another day at work.
Friday Fictioneers: Truth Behind The Story
“Everybody ran in a panic, and that…was pretty much how our honeymoon ended.”
Friday Fictioneers: The Greenhouse
This was his favorite spot on the land and suffice to say, it was her least.
Friday Fictioneers: The Dead Spot
They hadn’t known when they bought the house, about that spot in the backyard where nothing ever grows.
Friday Fictioneers: Interrogation
“Let me get this straight, you think I destroyed my furniture and set my home aflame?”
Friday Fictioneers: The Usual Spot
Every morning at exactly 7:30 AM, he would seat at the counter
Friday Fictioneers: Hit and Run
Everything she was holding fell as she stood outside the mini-mart, gasping.
Friday Fictioneers: So Much Memories
“Are you sure you want to visit this place?” Caitlin said as she helped her mother out of the car.
Friday Fictioneers: From the Heart
Note: This is part non-fiction!
Friday Fictioneers: Nosy Coffee Chat
“Hey, did you hear? Maggie said, “Kathy got herself a job.”
Friday Fictioneers: To Get Over a Heartbreak
What’s going on in here? She wondered as she turned on the lights and blew out the candles.
Friday Fictioneers: Frightful Scenario
Every time she walks down the street, people starts gawking. What is she doing? They wonder. Why is she hitting her head?
Friday Fictioneers: Amateur Photographer
“Just how many pictures do you need to take of the port?” Annie said. Their cruise ship hadn’t set sail yet and already, her sister, Spencer, had snapped at least a hundred pictures of the port.
Friday Fictioneers: The House
There was a house a block from ours, a house our parents specifically told us to avoid.
Friday Fictioneers: Celebration
He stumbled into the courtyard and lit a cigarette.
Friday Fictioneers: The Last Moments
Grandma opened her eyes for the last time that night, then she recalled,
Friday Fictioneers: Snowing
“Mommy, it’s snowing!” Michelle rests her chin on her hands as she watches the white fluffy snow fall from the sky.
Friday Fictioneers: Missing
Her screams could be heard a mile away. When her husband came to her side and asked what was wrong, she stood paralyzed with fear and pointed at the ground
Friday Fictioneers: Fishing Trip
“Where are we heading again?” Haylie asked, carrying a cooler full of ice and bait.
