Friday Fictioneers

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Scotland – Friday Fictioneers

Don’t forget to read my latest longer form written piece “Out Of The Blue“. It could use some love, and so could I. Anyhow, here’s the latest fictioneers piece:

copyright Claire Fuller

Scotland

I looked up at the statue of a long lost ancestor. My 30th great uncle Seamus MacCourt, a major landowner in the North of Scotland.

I don’t know why I kept looking at him for so long. I never knew the Scottish side of my family, never really cared to either.

That is, until this month. When my great aunt Amelia MacCourt passed on. And I was given the land of my ancestors. Not sure why, I didn’t really know her.

Looking up at this ancestor of mine, though, maybe it’s his spirit inside me. To do great things with this new land I now own.

I guess I better get started.

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If A Tree Falls – Friday Fictioneers

Don’t forget, everyone, to please go to my last story, Emerald Grace,  and take a look. It’s been a while since the last “big” non-fictioneers story, and there it is. There will be more on the way, now that some things have cleared up. But, until then, here’s the latest fictioneers piece:

 

copyright Madison Woods

If A Tree Falls

Somebody once said the old majestic tree in the park, the one with a skull in it, was not put there by accident.

It’s been said that the tree quickly grew up, enveloping a random goat that happened to try to gnaw on the sapling.

It’s been said that anyone who has harmed the tree, from the random piece of bark falling to a child climbing up it, has gone missing.

And here I am, a simple city worker, tasked with cutting down this tree because it’s supposedly rotting from the inside out.

Screw it, I’m gonna get a beer. They can fire me.

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Broken Stairway – Friday Fictioneers

I’m having a bit of a tough day today, my normal storywriting process has been interrupted. Here’s my contribution to Fictioneers. 

 

copyright Mary Shipman

Broken Stairway

“I cannot believe it,” Harvey said, glumly.

“I know, I didn’t expect it to happen either,” Harvey’s wife, Marina, replied. She was still in shock.

Harvey sat on a stair in the house of his childhood, a house destroyed by a tornado.

“Dad told me that the weather wasn’t going to come this way. He’s a weatherman, he should have known!”

Marina gave him a squeeze on his knee.

“Your dad is human, he didn’t betray you. Tornadoes are erratic, they’ll destroy things not even close by if they so choose.”

“Doesn’t change anything. I feel betrayed, my life is basically over.”

Marina just shook her head, as she walked up the stairs to the now open building.

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An Unusual Request – Friday Fictioneers

Here’s another fictioneers entry. Make sure to read my other stories from the week!

copyright Ted Strutz

An Unusual Request

“Good morning, Doctor Cavanaugh!” Harvey chimed, as he walked into the dentist’s office.

“Ah, Harvey! How’s the catching going out there?”

“I think we’re doing alright. Got 5 in one night. Most of them were flailing around.”

“Good. What can I help you with?”

“Well, I am needing some help with something. I need a crown removed. In fact, I need a few of them removed.”

“Oh really? Well, sit in the chair and we’ll take a look at you.”

“Uh…it’s not me. It’s this guy…”

Harvey pulled in a man with three gold teeth, on his hook.

The doctor grinned with sharp razor teeth, as he brushed his gray skin.

“Oh! THAT kind of work! Right away!”

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Lights In The Dark – Friday Fictioneers

Before we begin, please make sure to read the latest non-fictioneers story: Poor Boy Long Way From Home. I can guarantee that if you are a foreigner, who also happens to be an English teacher, that’ll be for you. Now, on with the show…

copyright Douglas M. MacIlroy

Lights In The Dark

“Alright, who’s idea was it to put candles near my feet?” Steve asked, annoyed.

“Put them?! No way! They were already there. YOU put your feet there!” Berta replied.

“Then can you explain to me how, when I haven’t moved from this chair, my feet started on fire?”

“You were paying too much attention to your little program on Japanese hand carvings.”

“But I haven’t moved from…”

“Those candles were lit this afternoon. AFTER you killed the power by cutting the outside cords.”

“And I got them turned back on.”

“It’s your fault your feet got burned. Want some peppermint lotion?”

“…yeah.”

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Friday Fictioneers – Beyond This Point

A little note before we start: I am in the stages of moving from my current residence to a new residence, and may not have internet access for a few days. Also, with moving comes lots of packing, planning, and getting things in order. Therefore, I may not be able to write anything in the next week. However, if I get the time and the patience, things will continue as normal.

That all being said, let’s get onto today’s story:

copyright Jennifer Pendergast

Beyond This Point

The young man beamed at his family with pride.

“This, by far, is one of the best days of my life. I finally have something I can call mine!”

His parents shined their approval as they looked at his garb.

As he picked up his cap from the ground, he looked around at the walls of the place where, for four years, he allowed himself to flourish.

“Mom? Dad? What do I do now?”

His dad smiled, and pointed behind him.

“Everything that happens from here on out, happens beyond that point. That gate is where life begins.”

His son smiled at him.

“I think I’m ready.”

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Friday Fictioneers – Smoky Mountain Rain

Make sure to read Fool’s Gold, if at all possible. It’s a good story! Anyhow, on with the show!

copyright Erin Leary

Smoky Mountain Rain

“Chelsea, I don’t think I’m coming back.”

Chelsea Jacobs looked out over the gully in the early morning, as she talked to her brother in Taiwan

“But, what about Dad? He’s dying!”

“I return to the states, I lose what I’ve gained over here. I know Dad would say that I should continue to live my life, even after he’s gone.”

“I can’t live without you here.”

“Then come with me, we can do great things together.”

“I don’t have the money!”

“Leave that rain behind, I’ll take care of it.”

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Friday Fictioneers – Settlers of…

I promise, I’ll get back to story writing very very soon. Moving and trying to get everything related to a new job done is a bit of a pain in the butt, along with trying to reduce stress.

copyright Sandra Crook

Settlers of…
by Miles Rost

The players, the warlords of the nation, met together for their turn.

“Alright, I’m needing some brick. Anyone got brick?” Mr. North asked

Mr. East snickered.

“I got tons of brick. Trade me some sheep?”

“Nah, I don’t have sheep now. The week wasn’t plentiful.”

“How about wheat?”

“I’ll trade you a wheat for a brick.”

“Deal,” he said, as he turned his head back towards his aide-de-camp, “Achmed! Bring the pallette of brick!”

Mr. North did the same with a large grain truck full of wheat.

Mr. South was unhappy, and huffed around.

“What about my sheep?!?!”

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Friday Fictioneers – That Sinking Feeling

Recovery takes a lot longer than a person thinks. It took me a week to get back to where I actually WANTED to post something. So, here’s the current FF post…and you’ll see another story up within the next day or so. Keep watching!

copyright B.W. Beacham

That Sinking Feeling

One of the things I forgot when I went to Alaska, and specifically Anchorage, was something my uncle told me.

“Dean, no matter what happens, do not EVER drive across a bay at low tide. No matter how dry it is.”

Well, to say the least, it was not my day. I was in a rush and said, “Hell with it, I’m crossing the Arm.”

And here I am, 12 hours later, my car is now out to sea and the tide flats are back to being tranquil.

Screw it, I’m walking.

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Friday Fictioneers – Candle on the Table

A little note saying sorry for no posts this week. Due to some rather weird health issues, as well as  lot of stress, I was in a bad place for a bit. Now that I’m better, however, I am ready to post and have fun with things. Make sure to keep a watch on this site, as you will have more stories coming soon. Now, on with the show!

copyright Renee Heath

Candle On The Table

She was entranced by the  music. Elton John was always her favorite.

Hearing him sing “Candle In The Wind” was one of the highlights of her day when she sat down to relax after work. In fact, she played the song so much that she would sing it even at work.

This night, she was so entranced by the song that she didn’t notice what was happening on top of the table on the far wall.

The candle she lit had melted down, and the burning wick slowly fell onto the table. Catching a piece of paper on fire.

She didn’t notice as the house started on fire…