Friday Fictioneers – Breaking Hearts

(Author’s note: Thank you, everyone, for your notes on last week’s fictioneers. It was a big undertaking, though people may not have known it. Anyhow, here’s this week’s fictioneers!)

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© Sarah Potter

Breaking Hearts (Ain’t What It Used To Be)

by Miles H. Rost

Paul froze, chilled by what he saw.

The old pair of shoes, the ones he used to wear when stepping out, lay sprawled in the back of his closet.

The shoes reminded him of what others termed “the good old days”, the days when free blow and free sex was in high supply.

He violently flung them out the window of his brownstone, one shoe accidentally smashing into a cat perched on top of a garbage can.

Paul moved slowly to his couch, the place he spent the most time. Covered up under a blanket, he awaited his fate.

Alone.

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Friday Fictioneers – Hold On My Heart

(Author’s note: A couple things to add this time.

First, I’d like to welcome a new person to the link-world of Music And Fiction. My good friend Sarah Kim does a special music blog, called My Music Canvas, where she features lots of different music from all over. She’s an incredible musical soul, and someone who is very passionate about it. And being as this blog IS called “Music and Fiction”, there had to be a good connection. So everyone should go over to My Music Canvas, and drop a little note to Sarah about the music she looks at and discusses.

Next, this last year has been a bit of a difficult one in trying to write more than just fictioneers. However, I did write a very short story. It was something I just needed to get out, and even though the wording may seem unbelievable, it really doesn’t matter. It’s something that needed to be written and posted on here. So if you have the notion, go over to my longer-fiction work called “No Promises“, and enjoy.

Now, onto a very heart-laden Friday Fictioneers (which like most of my stories are not based on true events, unless I say so. ^_-)

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© Kelvin M. Knight

Hold On My Heart

by Miles H. Rost

He scraped the knife across the piece of bread.

The peanut butter rolled on like a blanket, melting slightly as it touched the hot dough.

Rolling like the tear that tumbled down his cheek.

Each spread brought one more tear.

He dipped the sticky knife into the jar of homemade cherry jam, pulling out the red preserves.

He sniffed.

He spread the thick and sweet concoction on the other slice.

Another tear teetered on his chin.

He wrapped the sandwich, and put it in his bag. He dried his face, and sighed.

He found that tears added something to sandwiches.

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Friday Fictioneers – I Just Died In Your Arms Tonight

(Author’s note: The song doesn’t match, but I couldn’t find one for “You died of dysentery”. Otherwise, Enjoy!)

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© Danny Bowman

I Just Died In Your Arms Tonight

by Miles H. Rost

“This is not fun.”

“Oh, come on, Dave. This is the adventure of a lifetime! To really live and breathe as your ancestors did all those years ago.”

“All my ancestors died of dysentery, Rachel. Only one line was able to make it.”

“But, your family did make it to Oregon didn’t it?”

“Yeah, but most of them died of dysentery!”

“I get that…I really do. But that doesn’t matter because you’re here now. And you’re living as they did.”

“When I said I wanted to play Oregon Trail, it was the computer game.”

“Oh…Uh… Check supplies again?”

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Friday Fictioneers – I Don’t Know Why You Don’t Want Me

(Author’s Note: None. Fictioneers Ahoy!)

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© Roger Bultot

by Miles H. Rost

 

Serenity.

It’s what Holly Blankenship always wanted.

She understood there was a price to be paid for having that serenity, and she was willing to pay it. For a while. The old ruins of the science building on campus gave it to her, and no one around to say anything.

But she didn’t want to be alone. She wanted serenity, without the loneliness.

“Excuse me. Is this ruin taken?” she heard from behind.

She whipped her head around at the male voice behind her. His eyes widened and he started to run away.

She sighed, turning around again.

Alone again.

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Friday Fictioneers – Under The Milky Way Tonight

(Author’s note: Working hard on adjusting my schedule and getting rid of distractions in order to do better work. Also working on plans to put some of these stories on video, like Youtube or Vimeo. We’ll see what happens. Here’s today’s fictioneers, with a bit of The Church involved.)

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© Jan Wayne Fields

Under The Milky Way Tonight

by Miles H. Rost

“All these stars, all this world,” Marina sighed in wonder.

“Takes a lot of work to hang all these up in a picture.”

She looked at Jeramiha, her astronomy partner, and smiled.

“Can you believe that we’re able to gaze up there and see all these different messy stars from ancient times?”

“I can, Marina. Though I prefer to look at the stars through the lens of a photographer. Capturing a perfect moment takes a lot of ingredients.”

“Starlight, alone time, crowd distance, and a nice camping setup?”

Jeramiha looked into Marina’s eyes, and smiled.

“Under the milky way tonight.”

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Friday Fictioneers – Read My Lips

(Author’s note: Hoping to have some longer stories up soon. Just need to get through the testing week next week, then there’s 4 months of nothing but classes. (Thankfully). Here’s today’s fictioneers, with a second peek from Marie Osmond!)

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© Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Read My Lips

by Miles H. Rost

The knock at the door was persistent. She leaned out the door of her shower and called out that she was coming.

Wrapped in a simple periwinkle towel, she walked to the door and cracked it open.

“Helena!”

“Paul?! It’s 11:30! What are you doing here?”

“I needed to see you. Something bad just happened.”

Helena let him in and he immediately bolted to the couch.

“Alright, what happened?”

“I lost your ring.”

“What ring?”

“The ring I was going to give you tomorrow night,  to ask you to marry me.”

Helena blinked. Twice. Then pounced.

“Read my lips.”

She mouthed “yes”.

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Friday Fictioneers – Rock Me Amadeus

(Author’s note: Thanks to all the folks who have subscribed to this blog. Some exciting things may be developing soon, so stay tuned to this blog for more info. Otherwise, let’s go with this! Today’s Fictioneers!)

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© C.E. Ayr

Rock Me Amadeus

by Miles H. Rost

“The map says we need to climb this rock to get to the treasure,” Colin said.
“Are you sure? This rock doesn’t seem safe,” Hannah replied.
“Come on, if the contest didn’t think this was safe, they wouldn’t have put it in the directions.”
“Well, I’m not sure it’s safe. Take a look, it seems tipsy.”
“I’ll prove it to you that it is safe. Give me a moment.”

Colin started to climb the rock, and it started to roll over. He jumped as it rolled it’s way into a farmhouse below.

“Well, rock me, Amadeus…”

Hannah rolled her eyes.

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