Friday Fictioneers – (Don’t You) Forget About Me

(Author’s note: So, I know I’ve only been posting once every two weeks for a while. Let me explain why: Wednesdays were chosen for me to exercise. When I come home, I usually end up falling asleep while writing. This means I don’t get things finished. This will change after November AND after I move to a new place. It’s just taking a little longer than I’d like. Anyhow, here’s today’s fictioneers…)

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© Roger Bultot

(Don’t You) Forget About Me

by Miles H. Rost

“It’s so cavernous.”

Yumin looked around, in awe of the rotunda of the former cathedral.

“It’s also one of a few places where the church allowed music videos to be shot.”

Aaron gazed upon the wonder in her face, lit up like a christmas tree.

“Music videos? Like which one?”

He gazed into her eyes, then pointed behind her.

“The one that’s being made right now. The one we’re in.”
“Wait…”

She turned around, looking far off into the lens of a barely hidden camera.

“Who’s music video are we in?!”

Aaron put his arms around her, and whispered, “Ours.”

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Friday Fictioneers – Brick House

(Author’s note: Had to take last week off again, due to some unfortunate pain related to my exercise regimen. I’m better now. And while I’m on new business, there’s a new watcher to the board. His name is H.K., and he’s a great guy with a sense of humor. He’s someone who is interested in what Music and Fiction is all about. H.K., welcome aboard! Here’s today’s fictioneers…)

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© Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Brick House

by Miles H. Rost

His foot hooked on a root, and he fell flat on his face into a peat bog.

Michael ignored the pain and kept running.

He had to get away.

His girlfriend Nadine had gone nuts.

For the first 3 months, their relationship was hands off and very slow-going. Without warning, she jumped on him and tried to perform a tonsillectomy with her tongue.

Seeing the old brick garage, he ran in and barred the door. He could hide out there.

*click*

Light came on behind him. He turned around.

“Oh, Michael…”

It was the end. He couldn’t run from her lust.

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