Friday Fictioneers: Chaotic World
Sitting on this park bench, I am supposed to feel cold but somehow, I feel nothing except exhaustion and resignation.
Friday Fictioneers: Hoping for Guidance
Sitting in her car, Shelley debates whether she should go in.
Friday Fictioneers: History Test
“Welcome to the future!” A large headline flashes before me. I suppress a laugh.
Friday Fictioneers: To Conquer a Fear
With her hand in mine, my daughter and I walk toward the Ferris wheel. “Are you sure you want to do this?”
Friday Fictioneers: Grandma’s Piano
“How dare you destroy my precious piano?” Grandma? I wanted to say but my lips had turned to jello.
Friday Fictioneers: Missing in France
“My husband is missing, you must help me!” I pleaded in broken French.
Friday Fictioneers: Doomed World
I live in a doomed world, I think grimly as I huddle in the dark corner of the Red Mountain Market and Deli, my go-to grocery store some 20 years ago. Teeth clattering, hands shaking, I reach into my jacket pocket for my trusty bottle of Ibuprofen. Great, final two.
Friday Fictioneers: Secret Admirer
“Tell me how you find these again?” Jen asked.
Friday Fictioneers: The Scream
“The scream, which occurs every day at precisely 3 PM, can be heard from a mile away.
Friday Fictioneers: Stopping Winter
“There’s got to be a way to stop this wretched winter!” Jezebel, the eldest of the witch sisters, said, slamming shut the thick book on her lap.
Friday Fictioneers: Two Guys in the Desert
With one hand on the wheel, I undo my tie with the other. Just three hours before, I shouted, “I’m done,” and stalked out.
Friday Fictioneers: The Car in the Woods
Chuy barked, tilted his head and sniffed the air. “What is it, boy?” I bent down and patted his head. Chuy barked again but before I could get a hold on his leash, Chuy shot into the woods. “Chuy, wait!” I yelled and ran after him. Running after him was like running after a car.…
Friday Fictioneers: Don’t play in the carport!!!
“Jimmy, how many times do I have to tell you?” Mom said in her usual-nagging-southern-accent.
Friday Fictioneers: The Panic Jar
One, two, three, four, I count the seconds-pass mentally as I jab the piece of paper into the slot with my pen.
Friday Fictioneers: Left Behind
It was a minute after someone yanked the sack from his head that he registered his surroundings.
Friday Fictioneers: Tiny Tim
Nobody wanted the role. In fact, nobody in their right mind would had wanted the role. To squeeze your feet into those tiny-size-2-boots everyday for six weeks? No, thanks. Why couldn’t they cast a child for this role? The character is a child anyway. Is casting a child really this difficult? I thought angrily as…
Friday Fictioneers: The Globe
He raked a hand through his hair and sighed. “I don’t know what I’m doing.”
Friday Fictioneers: Last Trip to North Pole
“Are you sure this train will take us to the North Pole?” Reggie shouted with his head stuck out the window.
Friday Fictioneers: Not Going Back
“Where are you, girl?” She heard the angry man shout. “I know you’re here somewhere.”
Friday Fictioneers: Retirement Project
“What are you going to do now that you’re retired?” His colleague asks.
Friday Fictioneers: Anj
I don’t know her name. I call her Anj because that’s all she ever says. “Anj Anj Anj.”
Friday Fictioneers: Restricted
Genre: Dystopian The alarms shrieked the second I walked into the library followed by flashing red lights.
Friday Fictioneers: Showtime
“I feel so stupid.” He muttered, smoothing his hair before putting on the baseball cap. “How do we even know he’s gonna show?”
