Category Archive: Friday Fictioneer

Friday Fictioneers: Magnificent Flight

It was graduation day. We were to do maneuvers. Douglas spread his wings and with one powerful leap we were airborne. But it was up to me to guide my dragon by his… Continue reading

Friday Fictioneer: Aliens

“I don’t want to go.” “Why not?” “Aliens.” “You have too much imagination.” “Those round thingies will beam me up. Aliens will eat me.” “Just you? Not me.” “You’re too gristly.” “I know… Continue reading

Friday Fictioneer: Brilliant

“He let you put them up?” “Yes. The owner likes me. He thought it was a great idea.” “Why?” “We’re here in secret.” “This I know.” She leaned in and softly said, “No… Continue reading

Friday Fictioneer: The Doll House

  “I thought you were going to sell that thing.” “I was, but it’s been in the family for generations.” “I’m the one who’s going to have to dust it.” “It will care… Continue reading

Friday Fictioneer: Trading Dreams

Leaning against the windowsill, she watched the full moon. She’d been dreaming about fairies. Dreams inspired by her grandmother’s stories. Which made her wonder, what would it be like have wings and fly… Continue reading

Friday Fitioneer: The Krunkie

Krunkie was a little, hairy creature with a long, thin tail, who came from another world. When he saw his reflection in the mirror, he asked, “Who dat?” He couldn’t understand it was… Continue reading

Friday Fictioneer: Please?

“What happened here?” Mom asked. “I was repotting plants,” little Tina said. “Why?” “I’m starting a fairy garden,” Tina said proudly. “Why?” “So I have a place for my fairies to live.” “Your… Continue reading

Friday Fictioneer: Sleepy Town

“Hey, Old Man, haven’t seen you in a while.” The old man scratched his head. “You look confused, something wrong?” “Well, it’s just that I don’t remember any of this. I remember a… Continue reading

Friday Fictioneers: What?

Another job well done with a celebration worthy of eating, drinking, and dancing. Captain was mostly drinking. Seven beautiful women joined the dance. “You like?” the Sharman asked. “Careful, captain, or they will… Continue reading

Friday Fictioneer: The Gate

“I’m telling you. Billions of people, only a handful knows.” “Knows what?” “Huge underground city; elves live there.” “What are you talking about?” “That bird, it’s one of theirs. Saw it when I… Continue reading