Friday Fictioneers: Moma

Moma taught me her ways. She saved her cures in a collection of colored bottles on the shelf. She cured their diseases, ulcers, arthritis, and memory lose. They thought she was a little… Continue reading →

Friday Fictioneer: Remembering

Instead of a story, I’m going to share a memory. In junior high school, my best friend was Karen. She had an older brother who was dying. Sadly, I don’t remember his name,… Continue reading →

Friday Fictioneers: Ghosts

“Don’t go there.” “It’s condemned. You don’t want to fall through the floor and break leg.” “It’s haunted. Ghosts will get you.” Words JD had heard all his life. Now that he was… Continue reading →

Friday Fictioneer: Brilliant

“He let you put them up?” “Yes. The owner likes me. He thought it was a great idea.” “Why?” “We’re here in secret.” “This I know.” She leaned in and softly said, “No… Continue reading →

Friday Fictioneer: The Doll House

  “I thought you were going to sell that thing.” “I was, but it’s been in the family for generations.” “I’m the one who’s going to have to dust it.” “It will care… Continue reading →

Friday Fictioneer: Trading Dreams

Leaning against the windowsill, she watched the full moon. She’d been dreaming about fairies. Dreams inspired by her grandmother’s stories. Which made her wonder, what would it be like have wings and fly… Continue reading →

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 Fictioneer: Please?

“What happened here?” Mom asked. “I was repotting plants,” little Tina said. “Why?” “I’m starting a fairy garden,” Tina said proudly. “Why?” “So I have a place for my fairies to live.” “Your… Continue reading →

Friday Fictioneer: Sleepy Town

“Hey, Old Man, haven’t seen you in a while.” The old man scratched his head. “You look confused, something wrong?” “Well, it’s just that I don’t remember any of this. I remember a… Continue reading →

Friday Fictioneers: What?

Another job well done with a celebration worthy of eating, drinking, and dancing. Captain was mostly drinking. Seven beautiful women joined the dance. “You like?” the Sharman asked. “Careful, captain, or they will… Continue reading →