Friday Fictioneers – …The Laboring Man

(Author’s Note: I’ve had to take some time off recently, in order to get things in order. I am moving this coming weekend, hopefully to a place where I’ll be able to save up and get my own pad. But in that time, I get to enjoy new music, which I get to add to my list. One such song is what you’re going to hear tonight. Here’s the fictioneers! [By the way, watch the video and tell me how many celebrities you see. If you get all of them, you get a custom salute from me!])

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© Randy Mazie

How Can The Laboring Man Find Time For Self Culture

by Miles H. Rost

“If you don’t find time to relax, Brian…”

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll end up in my grave. You’ve said that for the last 20 years, Jeana.”

Two heart attacks confirmed Jeana’s words, and Brian knew it. He just couldn’t rest until she was comfortable.

“There’s an exhibit about the history of underwear at the museum. We should go.”

“And put me in an early grave?”

“How?”

Brian looked at her flatly, Jeana finally realizing that an exhibit like that would, actually, make his heart pressure soar.

“Maybe we can watch the Rock Hall Inductions.”

“Alright,” Jeana sighed.

At least he would relax.

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Music and Fiction – Everybody Wants To Rule The World

(Author’s note: Nothing…I’m going to be moving soon. It may mean no post-Christmas story…but you never know. Here’s today’s fictioneers: )

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© Douglas M. MacIlroy

Everybody Wants To Rule The World

by Miles H. Rost

“Dexter, this idea is crazy!”
“It’s not like you had a better one. Using the globe, I can track where the hacker’s main server is, and wipe it out with 1 keystroke.”
“Which one?”
“Backspace.”
“But what do you need to do to trace it?”
“As the signal moves, like it’s doing now, I need to…”

Dexter tapped his keys.

“…use commands to follow the trail and…”

He rested his hand above the backspace key.

“NOW!”

*click*

Suddenly, the room got pitch dark.

“What happened?!” Stephanie, his best friend, cried out.

“Uh…we better run. We just nuked PG&E’s substation.”

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Friday Fictioneers – It’s In The Way That You Use It

(Author’s note: I will be moving soon. The house I’m in will be sold, and I’ll be moving to another place in another part of town. It’ll be nice, a little closer to work, a little closer to everything. It’ll also be more stable, which means I’ll be able to do more, such as working on this script that I’ve put off for nearly 3 years. Here’s to hoping it works! Anyhow, here’s today’s fictioneers)

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© Dawn W. Miller

It’s In The Way That You Use It

by Miles H. Rost

We took the train down to Southern California. It was one of the last rides I would take with my grandpa.

“Sonny, I want you to have something.”

I looked up at him, and smiled. He gave me a photo.

“When I leave, I want you to look at this. Especially when you feel down.”
“But Grandpa, you’ll always be around.”
“Not always, Sonny.”
“If I have this picture, you’ll always be there.”

He just smiled.

That was 20 years ago. He died shortly after that. But I always have him with me, on the neck of my guitar on stage.

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