Tag Archive: Friday Fictioneer

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 Fictioneers: The Music

“All I got is bad luck.” “And a pair of beat up boots.” “And a pair of beat up boots.” “Man, you got to pick yourself up.” “No one calls me ‘man.’ They… Continue reading

Friday Fictioneer: Rainforest

  Elf and human stood on the top of the mountain over looking a wasteland. “This is it?” Marty asked. “You’ve got to be kidding.” “It’s because of that kind of attitude that… Continue reading

Friday Fictioneer: Embarrassing

Mom thinks she’s 85. She’s 185. Her hair is now bright pink. She’s wearing my tight lime-green pants. She looks better in them than I do. She went Frisbee golfing. She doesn’t know… Continue reading

Guess Blogger: Friday Fictioneers

Friday Fictioneer is a weekly writing challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Field. She posts a photograph and the challenge is to write a 100 word short story. I asked Rochelle if she’d like to… 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

Friday Fictioneer: The Fence

They looked away as they passed the rusty fence. They wished not to look upon the destitute. Out of sight. Out of existence. Those who came to taunt those down and out were… Continue reading

Friday Fictioneer: Do Over

It was the reflections that fooled me. I thought the place was real. I’d made some bad decisions and got into trouble. I needed a way out. A friend told me about the… Continue reading

Friday Fictioneer: The Perfect Place

“I say we tear it down and start over.” “What? No?” “Why not? This pace is decrepit. There’s fungus growing everywhere.” “Lichen.” “Whatever. This is the perfect place for an outdoor Bar-B-Q and… Continue reading

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