Friday Fictioneer: rare-earth

“What’s that?” “A car.” “What’s a car?” “Combustible engine that ran on gasoline.” “What’s gasoline?” “A product that came from oil that came out of the ground.” “I thought rare-earth came from the… Continue reading →

Friday Fictioneers: Häagen Dazs

Häagen Dazs, Häagen Dazs. How I love thy. Let me count the ways. I am forever grateful to the one who invented you. Maybe not too grateful. Sad actually. No, I think upset.… Continue reading →

Friday Fictioneers: Carnivorous

“I’m not going in there!” Bobby yelled. “They’re plants,” Mom said. “They’re carnivorous plants. They’ll eat me.” “Where did you learn carnivorous?” “I Googled it.” “How did you know to Googled it?” “The… Continue reading →

Friday Fictioneers: Never

“When hell freezes over,” he said. “I don’t think so,” I said. “You’ll meet some girl from some farm town and fall head over heals.” I was the only woman he’d brought home… Continue reading →

Friday Fictioneers: Remodeling

“When I said I wanted to remodel, I meant new wall paper!!!!” * * * Friday Fictioneers is a challenge to write a 100 word story from a photo prompt. It’s hosted by… Continue reading →

Friday Fictioneers: Todd?

This week I took a bit of a deviation from the photo prompt. Hope you don’t mind. Todd bust into his brother’s apartment. “Last night she brought home the movie Fatal Attraction.” “So… Continue reading →

Friday Fictioneers: The Briefcase

There’s his briefcase. Seems he’s always looking for that thing. It holds all his most valuable papers, such as his colored drawings of the strange creatures and characters he’s created. He talks about… Continue reading →

Friday Fictioneer: Kermit the Frog

Jim found a worn-out, light-green, wool coat. After a few tries, he created his first puppet, Kermit the Frog. In an interview, Jim Henson said, he’d found an old green coat and from… 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 Fictioneers: Lines

After WWII, Gladden stood in the unemployment line for three days. He’d been smarter than most of his high school teachers, bosses, sergeant, and lieutenant. He’d had enough of standing in line. He… Continue reading →