Category Archive: Short Stories

Friday Fictioneers: The Plug of Life

“I am ZXEARTUS. Come to stand at the Plug of Life, annihilate scum called life, and start over.” “NO! I’ve come to stand at the Plug of Life to start over with a… Continue reading

Friday Fictioneers: Thank You

I said the pledge of allegiance as a child in school. I didn’t know what it meant until I learned how women are treated in other countries, and how dictators treat their people… Continue reading

Friday Fictioneer: Old Joe

“Remember old Joe?” “That happy old timer who was always looking for the next big deal? He must have lost thousands.” “Well, he chased after so many of them he finally made it… Continue reading

Friday Fictioneer: Traveling

“Come one, come on.” She impatiently pulled me through the terminal until we reached the gate, then she released me and ran to the widow to stare wide-eyed at the planes. She reminded… Continue reading

Friday Fictioneer: The Trim

She stood and stared at the house for a long while. “Oh my, you painted the trim.” “It looked a bit faded.” He held his breath in fear that she might not like… Continue reading

Cee’s B&W Photo Challenge: Small Objects

This week’s Cee’s B&W Photo Challenge topic is Small Subjects. Small things is what fairy gardens are made of. (I apologize for the grainy photo. There is a window nearby, but it was… Continue reading

Friday Fictioneer: Just Missed It

“I’m telling you.” “I don’t think so. It’s just an empty field in the middle of nowhere.” “But it will be worth millions in just a few years.” Hesitation. “Would I lie to… Continue reading

Friday Fictioneer: The Boots

“I wanted to go on vacation. He wanted to take the camper. I wanted to park in the open field. He wanted to park under the big old tree.” “The storm?” “It was… Continue reading

Friday Fictioneers: Moma

Moma taught me her ways. She saved her cures in a collection of colored bottles on the shelf. She cured their diseases, ulcers, arthritis, and memory lose. They thought she was a little… Continue reading

Friday Fictioneers: Her Father Smiled

“What happened? Where did all the flowers go?” “They built a bridge.” “Why? Why? Why?” “The bridge is a good thing.” “What? How?” “The park has been destroyed, humans don’t come here any… Continue reading

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