Posts Tagged ‘friday fictioneers’

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Arrival in Sharesh: An Ill Omen

In Writing on June 15, 2012 at 7:28 am

The road led them up a shallow incline toward the crest of the hill, where they were flanked by clusters of stones and scrub brush.  It was eerie the way the graves tilted in the soil, leaning toward the road as if the bodies below were eager to join them on their way into town.

In the last row, as they reached the top of the hill and the land spilled west in lumps of purple hills, the boys noticed that one mound of earth hadn’t yet been taken over with grass.  The dark soil had been freshly turned and a stout shovel stood in the dirt, its handle propped against a newly cut headstone.

No name had been carved on its face.

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I did something a little different for my response to Madison Woods’ Friday Fictioneers prompt this time around.

This week’s photo immediately reminded me of an excerpt from my work-in-progress YA novel. I figured I’d put it out there to give you Fictioneers a taste of my longer-form writing (albeit without context) and see what feedback you might have for me (I love constructive criticism, so let me have it)!

Check out the other stories (including Madison’s) and submit your own on the story page! Or, check out the links here:



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11.2 Seconds

In Writing on June 8, 2012 at 7:53 am

He spun as he fell, his vision a strobe of dark and light: earthy, textured and shadowed below; bright, blue and smooth above. Except for the blimp, of course, slowly shrinking.

Have a few brews, they said.

Enter the contest, they said.

View of a lifetime, they said!

Well, it had been beautiful. But whose idea was it to stick a bunch of drunks in a tiny room suspended at fifteen hundred feet?

Frankly, it just seemed silly now.

He fell, wondering which of those fat bastards had bumped him — wondering what he’d see when his life finally flashed.

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This story is my response Madison Woods’ Friday Fictioneers prompt (the picture is the prompt). Check out the other stories (including Madison’s) and submit your own on the story page!

Feedback and other stories welcome below! Please feel free to check out some of my other fiction — I love constructive criticism!

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Graden’s Climb

In Writing on June 1, 2012 at 8:15 am

dormant volcano, caldera

Graden began his climb. Up the father-mountain. Up the winter-road.

They were kin, now, he and the mountain, both fierce warriors grown old — once dark-eyed and full of fire, now crowned with snow and whiskered white.

This was his last climb. He felt it in his knees and in the healed fissures of his battle-crushed bones. The pain called his triumphs to memory, but he no longer cared to think of such things.

At the peak, on the mountain’s shoulder, he stared out at the gray sky and vibrant fields below and, stooping, wiped gently the snow from her grave.

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This story is my response Madison Woods’ Friday Fictioneers prompt (the picture, supplied by Doug MacIlroy at ironwoodwind, is the prompt). Check out the other stories (including Madison’s) and submit your own on the story page!

Feedback and other stories welcome below! Please feel free to check out some of my other fiction — I love constructive criticism!

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Wake Up Where?

In Fiction, Writing on May 18, 2012 at 8:20 am

“What song is this?” I ask, but the big man only smiles. His ukulele, playfully played, turns one chord over into the next.

The sun is strong here. The land spills eastward in emerald slopes to a line of trees, where colors stripe the overhanging mist and mourning doves call from the shade.

I remember nothing from before but I am not sad, only calm, and when I see a movement at the tree line, a figure slowly walking, I start downhill.

The big man sings and the mournful birds echo his melody.

It is a good song.

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This story is my response Madison Woods’ Friday Fictioneers prompt (the picture, from her blog, is the prompt). Check out the other stories (including Madison’s) and submit your own on the comments page!

Feedback and other stories welcome below! Please feel free to check out some of my other fiction — I’d love the feedback!

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The Runaway

In Fiction, Writing on May 11, 2012 at 12:11 pm

moon stars sky

They floated downstream, the river sliding silently beneath the raft. The stars, reflected in its undulations, were like smoldering embers in a vein of shiny black coal.

“How long?”

“Til they come looking? Not before morning, if we’re lucky.”

“And then?”

“Then we’ll go to ground — hide out in them trees. Thicker past the mill.”

Tom rolled aside. Up the bank, the trees were marching by in gray and black bands, broken only now and then by the glow of a lamp in the distance. They had left the town behind.

“And then?”

“You know what then,” the man said. “Now stop asking.”

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This story is my response Madison Woods’ Friday Fictioneers prompt (the picture, from her blog, is the prompt). Check out the other stories (including Madison’s) and submit your own on the comments page!

Feedback and other stories welcome below! Please feel free to check out some of my other fiction — I’d love the feedback!

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Renovations

In Fiction, Writing on May 4, 2012 at 12:53 pm


Standing in that room was like standing inside a giant collapsing lung.  The plastic sheets billowed in from the wooden frame, suffused with pink, organic light, rounded like alveoli by the gusts of a heavy wind.  The sheets cracked like tiny bones fracturing in the pressure of deep water.  Outside, the sea sifted into the pebbles along the shore and sucked at the spaces between the rocks, drowning breaths, though far away and out of sight. Read the rest of this entry »

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The Letter

In Fiction, Writing on April 27, 2012 at 11:58 am

I asked the warden to let me see you. Read the rest of this entry »