Category Archive: Short Stories

Friday Fictioneer: The Fan

  “Nine months. Long months.” “Admit it, you loved every minute of it.” “I wouldn’t say every minute. Being bone-cold all the time does have its moments.” “But the research?” “We were in… Continue reading

Friday Fictioneer: Self-Worth

“So pretentious. Look at this place. Such high ceilings as I if to say, ‘No one else is as grand as me.’ And what are those circular things? Hun? With the light in… Continue reading

Friday Fictioneer: Tea Party

I remember two kinds of parties. One party everyone is dressed in white and so proper with their teacups and their teacakes, and a violin playing in the background. The other party has… Continue reading

Cee’s Odd Ball Challenge: Ralph & Elmer

Cee’s Odd Ball Challenge is for those photos that don’t really fit into any common category. There are those who don’t look just right and when they meet, they have few of the… Continue reading

Hunting Elves

We were hunting Elves. Not the tiny cute ones or the malicious kind. We were looking for the tall regal, wise elves. Not to harm them. No. Not to harm. We hoped they… Continue reading

Friday Fictioneer: Jar of Batteries

“It’s different.” “But what?” “It’s just that . . .” “What?” “I jar of batteries for Valentine’s.” “Oh, you wanted romance.” “I was hoping.” Jeff opened the jar and took one AAA batteries… Continue reading

Friday Fictioneer: About Time

“He only comes when he’s in need.” “Oh come on.” “No seriously. I never get flowers or a card or a phone call. My husband only wants his needs met.” “Stop saying it… Continue reading

Friday Fictioneer: Funny

“AAAAAAAA!” Jenny wailed. My husband laughed. I gave him the evil eye. He thought Jenny’s over exaggerated emotions were funny, but he was rarely home thanks to his business. “I’m sorry,” he said.… Continue reading

Sunday Photo Fictioneer: Jenny

  This week’s Sunday Photo Fictioneer didn’t inspire me, but I have a story for you anyway.   The Mural(s) Jenny was five when I caught her drawing on the walls. I made her… Continue reading

Friday Fictioneer: Quick Steps

David and his twin sisters walked to the lily pond to hangout. Daisy stood by the pond’s edge. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath and said, “One quick step at a… Continue reading

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