Tag: friday fictioneers
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The Wild Things
The girls stared across the table at each other. Each clutched a brightly colored piece of paper in dirty fingers.The warden tapped his watch.“Which one’s it gonna be?”Hana watched as her younger sister slowly unfolded her small pink slip. Janey’s face contorted into a silent victorious howl as she shot up from her old chair…
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Shelley Robotics
Will had built robots and explored AI since he was a boy. This new project presented new challenges but Will was ready to tackle them. This one looked just like Sheila. Sometimes Will had to remind himself S2 was different. As she stood, unblinking, in the garage Will didn’t need reminding. Her arm fell to…
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Pinterest Dreams
“Six … I count six broken dreams …”“Oh my god Jerry! They’re just watering cans! I’m gonna put flowers in them.” Zan thrust a faded can into her boyfriend’s hands. “Saw it on pinterest; such a great way to spend a Saturday.”Jerry looked down at their toddler son. Last time Zan ‘saw it on pinterest’…
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Biblical
He ran his fingers through the raging water. The boss was right, the rapids were tumultuous enough. The rabid water ripped gentle leaves below the surface, corrupting them beyond recognition. “We’re all absorbed into chaos eventually.” His walkie buzzed to life, “Tomas, are you ready?” The boss said nothing would change without the influence of…
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Perfect Moon – Friday Fictioneers
Is it the same moon we see? Do you watch it roll slowly above the horizon, arcing gracefully? I trace its path with an uncertain finger, lingering on the point where I dream our palms should meet. A perfect intersection, a crossing of the souls. A perfect arcing destiny, straight into the heart from Cupid’s…
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Friday Fictioneers – Forgotten Dresses
Lanky and odd with gentle features, Johnny’s pa called him “sissy boy”. He served bloody noses and fat lips in hopes of toughening the boy up. Johnny collected forgotten dresses from his older sister’s closet and hid them in the old shed. When he thought no one was peeking he slid their silken fabrics over…
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Friday Fictioneers – Counting Lighters
This here’s a true story. The moment I realized what rock bottom looked like as I barreled from above. And tried to hit the brakes but just wasn’t strong enough. I wasted drunken moments counting lighters scattered around, at least ten collected in my dead flower jar. Then the music stopped and that moment of…
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Dead Leg – Friday Fictioneers
Freddy lost his leg again. The town drunk hops down the street. His backpack, wearing thin from years of service and homelessness, flops ungracefully with each wavering leap and land. “Fred, where’s your leg?” The shopkeeper is a kind man with fluid soul in his eyes. I imagine Freddy has soul in his eyes but…
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It Sounds Like Blue
The violinist swayed like smoke. The small crowd followed suit as he laid a spell over them with his dance. The beat of the small drum set vibrated through the ground just enough for the man to keep time along. He squinted as the bow struck and slid across the strings while the violinists’ fingers…
Kelley Farrell 