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 Fictioneers: So . . .?

Don’t mean to be rude. This week’s photo prompt didn’t inspire me. Rochelle’s frog from late week did. I couldn’t get it out of my head so here it is. She offered to… Continue reading →

Friday Fictioneers: What’s That?

“Wow. Cool rocks. They’re too big for a river to have worn them down. Did you find them in the ocean?” Seamus asked. “Not ocean. Not rocks. Eggs,” Krunkie said. “Eggs? But they’re… Continue reading →

Friday Fictioneers: You Said

Thursday afternoon: What? You said I could pick any day. I didn’t think you’d pick this weekend. Any day. Okay, but a balloon? You said I could pick the venue. I though the… Continue reading →

Friday Fictioneers: The Secret

For a thousand years, she slept to keep a secret that she believed would have devastated the heavenlies and the land below.  She woke to find a war in the heavenlies and distribution… Continue reading →

Friday Fictioneers: The Young

We were both excited; it was the first time we’d vacationed on a South Pacific island. As soon as we were settled into our hotel room, she ran outside to enjoy the sun.… Continue reading →

Friday Fictioneer: Toilet Paper

Ever have a slap-your-forehead-dah moment? I’ve been on the hunt for toilet paper, but was having trouble finding it. Then I remembered my next-door neighbor who lives on the other side of the… Continue reading →

Friday Fictioneers: Rainbow

“Where are you going?” “To see the rainbow.” “We’re supposed to stay inside.” “We can go out for essentials. It’s essential for me to see the rainbow.” “Why?” “To remember God’s promise.” “What… Continue reading →

Friday Fictioneers: Thank You SO Much

I was on the hunt for toilet paper. I fear inconsiderate hoarders, who care only for themselves have taken them all. Therefore I tell you this story . . . A turned the… Continue reading →

Friday Fictioneers: Typewriter

“She was such an imaginative child. The stories she told, we thought she was lying about everything.” “Didn’t the doctor diagnose her as schizophrenia when she was a teenager?” “All those people in… Continue reading →