Friday Fictioneers – Mandolin Rain

(Author’s note: Currently dealing with work issues that crop up like rocks in a plowed field. Gotta pick them and toss them, and keep chugging away. I’ll have more stuff soon. In the meantime, enjoy this Fictioneers post. BTW, if you’re in Australia, Germany, Mexico, Japan, or New Zealand, you won’t be able to watch the video. Look for Bruce Hornsby and The Range – Mandolin Rain)

 

© Mary Shipman

Mandolin Rain

by Miles H. Rost

We walked into the house, clothes soaking wet after a downpour that we didn’t expect.

“Honey, take your clothes off before going into the living room. I don’t want the carpet to get water on it.”
“So where are you going to put them, since we don’t have our dryer yet?”
“We’ll go Korean-style.”
“Where ya going to hang them from?”
“The rafters? The chandelier?

I took a breath, and looked around.

“Well, at least it’s not going to be occupied.”
“By whom?”
“Well, I was thinking…”

My face turned beet red. She started sputtering.

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Friday Fictioneers – Dancing On A High Wire

(Author’s note: Dealing with health issues. Should be back up to snuff soon.)

 

© Madison Woods

Dancing On A High Wire

by Miles H. Rost

“This is the craziest idea you ever had,” Martin whispered.

“Well, you wanna get out of this place or what?”

Thor Torgerson didn’t wait for an answer, as he quietly opened the tower door. Deftly, he subdued the two guards and looked down at his pathway.

A long, thin, razor wire fence.

“You want me to walk on that?!” Martin blanched.

“You want your freedom? Wanna get back at the university folk who put you in prison?”

Martin looked at Thor, his desire for revenge getting the better.

“Hell yes.”

“Then let’s get walking.”

Martin grabbed the railing, lowered himself onto the concertina wire…

Friday Fictioneers – Don’t Forget Me When I’m Gone

(Author’s Note: I keep giving excuses. There’s no real excuse for not having anything besides fictioneers this week. I just got lazy this week, and I needed it. Anyhow, here it is!)

© Kent Bonham

Don’t Forget Me When I’m Gone

by Miles H. Rost

“Cindy! Cindy, it’s time for dinner!”

Mom was calling again. I hated when that happened, because it means that fun was to end and my studies had to begin again.

I pulled my coloring book off the rock and put it under my arm. I couldn’t wait to get back to it tomorrow.

“Hey!”

I heard a noise coming from somewhere.

“HEY!”

I looked around. “Hello?

“In the book, you brat!” it said, quite muffled.

I opened up the book, and the stick man which Ihad half-colored was frowning at me.

“You nearly killed me, kid!”

It spoke. And it wasn’t going to shut up. Oh no, Mom’s not gonna be happy about this…

Friday Fictioneers – I’m Free

(Author’s Note: Major things happen in life. Gives me more of a chance to do what I love. I will be back at this soon, full steam. Until then, here’s a new Fictioneers posting!)

© J. Hardy Carroll

I’m Free

by Miles H. Rost

He gripped onto the pipe that held his chains.

He didn’t have much strength left, being chained in an abandoned building for two long days. He was getting very weak, and he didn’t have long before the goons would return.

With a mighty grunt, he pushed. He jostled. He thrashed.

With a large groan and a snap, the pipe broke, his chained hands now free from his hanging death sentence.

As he started to move towards the large warehouse door, he heard them coming. Seeing a 2×4 nearby, he snatched it up and hid.

He freed himself. Now, time to free the goons from themselves.