Tag: friday fictioneers
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Ghost Hunting
Hattie almost missed the fraying brown clue blending into the brickwork. Almost. Matt would never let anyone miss it completely. “It’s a clue!” He howled as he dropped to his belly and slithered towards the string. “Hattie. Hattie. Look. They were here.” “I don’t see anything Matt.” He groaned and lifted the string between clenched…
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Jumper
“If your friends jumped off a bridge would you jump too?” Well mom, looks like we know the answer. In my defense, it was only 3 feet off the ground. Surely I would’ve come to my senses before diving off anything higher. You’re not amused. It’s ok, I get it. It wasn’t in your weekend…
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Fried Okra
“I was surprised you agreed to get BBQ with me.” “Why? I know the importance of good BBQ. I am from here remember?” “Debatable.” “Oh, fuck off, it is not.” He tossed a sugar packet in my direction. “For your ‘unsweet’ tea.” I stared out the window, wondering if things would ever be the same. …
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What A Shame
A small robed man prepared to dip into the lake. He gazed at his reflection, as if what lay just beneath the surface were the better judge of his sins. As I drew closer, his lover’s frock slung over his shoulders and stripped red from her blood seemed to assume a voice of its own.…
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Pin Cushions Look Like Tomatoes
“That things a voodoo doll.”Lori kneeled down beside her sister. “It is not.”The duo peered into the room where Ms. Mack snored with her mouth agape towards the ceiling.“Of course it is. Why do you think your stomach always hurts when we’re here?” Lori tapped the side of Jules head. “Think about it.”“It’s a pin cushion…
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In The Name of Control
It is an act of happenstance that humans age. We were supposed to be the all supreme, controllers of our environment and all that means. At least, that’s what this book says. Personally, I’ve never felt one bit in control of this life. Try telling your military commanders or your knuckleheaded children to just go…
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Voyeurs
We must all be voyeurs at heart but, surveying the waiting area, I see no one else people watching like me. A middle aged woman scurries past carrying the group coffee haul. A family of five desperately attempts to redirect the youngest before the situation descends to tears. Then his eyes. They meet mine across…
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Salt
Saoirse could smell the ocean salt clinging to his skin. She could still see the sunlight reflecting in his hazel eyes. This was where Julian belonged. It hadn’t been good enough. He had the ocean in his soul but around here the dark corners echoed of empty promises far louder. She begged him. He answered…
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Day 339
Sometimes I forget to breathe. It’s not that I don’t want to. The air is just so heavy now. Like at the end of it all we only had sins left And they’re trying to smother the few of us that remain into non-existence. Of course I survived, heaven nor hell wanted me. I…
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No Business for Friends
Words blurred in and out of Delia’s focus. She slammed the book into her lap and glared towards the younger woman bound by ropes in the backseat. “See, this is our problem. You never shut up.” The woman blinked as the statement hit her but the gag prevented her from responding. “Even now I can…
Kelley Farrell 