Tag Archive: Friday Fictioneers

Friday Fictioneers: Honor the Gods

“Snortgrass.” “Snortcloud.” “Snortgrass is funnier.” “Stop it.” “Must have an awfully big nose to snort clouds.” “I don’t understand.” “Neither do I.” “Why bowls of plants?” “To honor him.” “It would be easier… Continue reading

Friday Fictioneer: Revenge

After six years, he married someone else who he’d known for only a few months. She was younger, heavier, less than average. But she was perfect, or so he said. I ran into… Continue reading

Friday Fictioneer: The Sniff

“What are these?” Bobby asked. “A collection of bottles,” his aunt said. “What’s in them?” he asked. “Nothing you would be interested in,” she said. But when his aunt wasn’t looking, Bobby opened… Continue reading

Friday Fictioneer: Pearles

“That’s not possible.” “You ask witch for help then say her request is not possible?” “Fairies aren’t real.” He stubbornly insisted. “Sure they are.” “Then where do you expect to find fairy pearls?”… Continue reading

Friday Fictioneer: Past & Present

“When were you here last?” “I came every summer when I was young. Not at all after I was twelve.” “That was when your grandparents died.” “Yes. But what happened to the place?”… Continue reading

Friday Fictioneer: The Bill

“Three hundreds dollar bill?” Mom yelled. “What have you been doing? Washing one toe at a time?” “Me? You’re the one who takes long showers,” Dad yelled back. Five-year-old Jeremy heard them fighting… Continue reading

Friday Fictioneer: The Tracks

  It is said that some live on the wrong side of the tracks. Some say it’s greener on the other side. I don’t know about either. You see, my father owns the… Continue reading

Friday Fictioneer: Topaz

At the bottom of the mountain, it was forged in the depths of secrecy. It was created with best of intentions with the promise of love. But Magic has a way of folding… Continue reading

Friday Fictioneer: The Stairs

Last time I stood here, I was 17. Mom tried to tell me, but I wouldn’t listen. I wanted my own life, my own adventures. So she left without me and I set… Continue reading

Friday Fictioneer: The Library

“The library!” “What were you expecting?” “Someplace fun. Someplace new and exacting. I wanted to see something I’ve never seen before.” “That’s why we’re going to the library.” “Ugh.” The library lady was… Continue reading

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