Friday Fictioneers: The Globe
He raked a hand through his hair and sighed. “I don’t know what I’m doing.” Advertisements
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?”
Friday Fictioneers: Strange World
Dear Diary, Strange things had happened since I last written. I was running for my life after landing on the accused list of witches. Me! Of all people. Angry men with torches came after me, wanting me dead and as it started raining, I sought shelter. Once inside, I prayed, prayed this whole thing would stop…
Friday Fictioneers: Johnny’s Shack
“I am going to my shack!” Johnny announces.
Friday Fictioneers: Daughter of a Narcissist
As she sees the coffee pots and cups on the table, she takes a step forward only to take a step back the next moment.
Friday Fictioneers: Ageless
“I cannot believe this place is still here. I came here all the time when I was a kid.” Sara gasps as she and her husband walks into the umbrella-theme restaurant.
Friday Fictioneers: The Full Moon
Palms-flat pressing on the tabletop, beads of sweat dotting her forehead, teeth clenching, she glanced up at the full-moon.
Friday Fictioneers: The Mirror
“Stay away from the mirror!” I was told again and again when I was a little girl.
Friday Fictioneers: Ceremony Interrupted
Dressed in black, she walked alongside the river. Beside her were her brothers, both in black suits and solemn expressions.
Friday Fictioneers: Bad Habits
She takes in the scene before her before crossing the room to yank the dusty curtains wide open.
Friday Fictioneers: Planters
I have never liked these planters. Are these flowers? Are these grass? Nope,
Friday Fictioneers: So I Won’t Sink…
Based on a true story…
Friday Fictioneers: Attraction
Something is drawing me back, I’m sure of it. When I was seventeen, I couldn’t wait
Friday Fictioneers: Inner Thoughts of an Unemployed
Another sunrise.
Friday Fictioneers: No Returns
I burst into the backyard at the sound of a blood-curdling scream. There my mom was, standing frozen.
Friday Fictioneers: The Bad Leg
“I hate you.” He muttered as he limped down the street.
Friday Fictioneers: Broken-hearted
Her words kept replaying over and over in his head, “I’m sorry but I can’t see you anymore.”
Friday Fictioneers: Young Love
Spinning around, she searched for him. We haven’t seen each other since the ninth-grade, will he recognize me? She wondered, gripping tightly to the note in her hand. He was her first crush, first love, but they were broken up when her parents moved her across the country and since then, she’s been searching for…
