Category Archive: Friday Fictioneers

Fair disaster: Cause of ride malfunction revealed

This post is submitted to Friday Fictioneers. Tim had been a state safety inspector for over ten years. The Fireball ride was one of the most popular at the state fair. The fair… Continue reading

Now The Spiders Have Started To Take Over

This post is submitted to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields Friday Fictioneers challenge. Now the spiders have started to take over. The potted flowers have also begun their decay. I have never dusted since that day.… Continue reading

Harmful To Your Health

This post is written for Friday Fictioneers.    All I could hear was the low hissing of a machine. My breathing wasn’t my own. The machine on my right was making me breath.… Continue reading

Hit the button Helen

This post is written for Friday Fictioneers. “Apartment 7B, you remember Helen?” “I remember Aunt Iris.” “When you get to the elevator use your left elbow to hit the up button. And once… Continue reading

The Begger

This post is written for Friday Fictioneers. Back at the rehab facility, the night clerk was sitting behind her desk. She buzzed me in. I took off my shoes and lay down on… Continue reading

The Bear

This post is written for Friday Fictioneers. I woke to the sound of fabric ripping. The sound of an angry bear accompanied the next slash. Evening light streamed through the opening. The front… Continue reading

You can lose your head for that.

This post is submitted to Friday Fictioneers. No trees grew in this desolate part of the country. He knew this area well. Every year he made this trip to collect taxes due the… Continue reading

Culloden

This post is submitted to Friday Fictioneers. The old stone Abbey loomed up suddenly through the early morning mist. A cold chill suddenly made my bones feel brittle. I knew I had been… Continue reading

Mackinaw Island

This post is written for Friday Fictioneers.    PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz Sometimes we waited in line for over four hours to get our car on the boat to take us to… Continue reading

Little Brother

This post is written for Friday Fictioneers.         Why didn’t you tell me Ma? Were you ashamed? I’m ninety-two and I’m  sitting here looking at your grave trying my best… Continue reading

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