Posts Tagged ‘friday fictioneers’

Short-Lived Light

In Fiction on November 17, 2012 at 8:30 pm

It’s a day late, a dollar short, and a good 25 words over weight, but in the interest of maintaining some semblance of a normal posting schedule during NaNoWriMo, I present to you this week’s Friday Fictioneer’s story!

Short-Lived Light

“The specific energy of a lithium battery is about a million joules per kilogram,” Grandfather said. “The human body, meanwhile, requires six to eight million joules each and every day.” Read the rest of this entry »

Gudrun and Knut

In Fiction on November 9, 2012 at 12:03 pm

It’s finally Friday, and as much as I may neglect my posting in the name of NaNoWriMo, there’s just no way I can give the Fictioneers a skip, so let’s get to it:

Read, comment, and have a great weekend!

Gudrun and Knut

The storm raged and the grey winter crept toward the cabin, until the wind blasted the windows with ice and all was sealed within.

Gudrun trembled.

“What comes in this storm, Knut?” he asked. The dog stared curiously, his tail low and still. “What gods or monsters hide in the white?” Read the rest of this entry »

Toys That Fly

In Fiction on November 2, 2012 at 2:24 pm

Toys That Fly

When I was a child my father bought me a helicopter with a rotor driven by a rubber band. He wound it for me, and it climbed into a black sky freckled with stars.

Now, in my window, there are more stars than anyone has ever seen, adrift in a river of light.

At this speed, for us, time is nearly still, but everyone on Earth is long since dead – not just everyone we knew, but everyone who was ever destined to be, all the generations of men forever and ever.

When the crew finally dies, I wonder, what will our ship be then? Read the rest of this entry »

Passing Time

In Fiction on October 26, 2012 at 2:15 pm

As October goes on, so does my constant vacillation between abstraction and creepiness in my stories (though I did just take a break from all that to play dress up with some of my favorite dead authors).

Give this one a read and then head on over to Rochelle Wisoff-Field’s page, the brand new home of the Friday Fictioneers. Happy weekend everyone!

Passing Time

The coffee never gets cold. Read the rest of this entry »

The Captain

In Fiction on October 19, 2012 at 12:19 pm

The Captain

The captain cleared the tangled cords from his eyes and swung them over his shoulder like lengths of filthy rope. He turned into the wind and felt the vessel pitch to starboard.

“Damn ballast,” he muttered. The crew had been careless with the cargo again.

He had a mind to take these landlubbers out to sea – orders be damned! – and leave ‘em stranded on some salty rock, but that just wouldn’t do; they had a schedule to keep.

One came up now, greener than seaweed, and nearly swooned.

“Hey mister,” he said. “Can you stop the bus? I think I’m gonna hurl.”



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The Blue Door

In Fiction on October 12, 2012 at 12:02 am

It’s Friday (though only by a minute here on the East Coast) and I’m jumping into the Friday Fictioneers game right on time this week.

I hope you like what I’ve done with the prompt, but either way, after you give it read you should head on over to Madison Woodssite for even more great weekend word-smithing!

The Blue Door

“Yeşil Hat. Mavi kapı.”

Giannis Markou read the note for the hundredth time, and for the hundredth time he felt his pulse quicken. “Green Line. Blue door.” Read the rest of this entry »

Orang Bunian

In Fiction on October 5, 2012 at 12:36 pm

It’s Friday, and Friday means flash fiction with the Friday Fictioneers (hosted, as always, by Madison Woods). This week’s photo prompt was taken by Raina Ng. Here’s my story for this week!

Orang Bunian

“Look!” Osman whispered. “By the window – a bunian!”

“I don’t see anything,” Malik complained. Read the rest of this entry »

Through The Paifang

In Fiction on September 28, 2012 at 10:55 am

Happy Friday, everyone, and welcome (almost) to the weekend. How about a short story to celebrate? Friday Fictioneers is hosted by Madison Woods and this week’s photo prompt comes from Sandra Crook.

Give it a read and let me know what you think, then jump into the fray and write one of your own!

Paifang a decorative Chinese archway

Through The Paifang

My father led me up the trail, through the painted paifang and under the yunnan trees. This was the place of our ancestors, and here my father knelt to pray.

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Bernie

In Fiction on September 21, 2012 at 10:37 pm

I’m extremely late to the party (especially considering Friday comes to some parts of the world when it’s still Thursday here) but I’ve finally gotten to my Friday Fictioneers post. Yet again it’s something a little different for me (I don’t usually write much of anything related to religion) and it’s way, way, way too long (not so much flash fiction as extended-full-frontal-nudity fiction) but hopefully some of you will make it to the end.

Bernie

Bernie stood at the mirror and flexed his new wings, wincing as they pulled taut the raw-sewn wound. They were heavy and strong.

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Solitary Confinement

In Fiction on September 14, 2012 at 11:47 pm

I’m a little late to the Friday Fictioneers party, but I’m still getting a hang of my new schedule so bear with me. The prompt this week dealt with spiders, so in keeping with a lot of my posts recently I went creepy with it. I’m not sure whether I like this one or this earlier post better when it comes to my spider-related writings, but I’ll let you be the judge. Thanks, as always, to Madison Woods for hosting the prompts, and thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for providing this week’s picture.

Solitary Confinement

So dark. Black. And without time, just like death.

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