Friday Fictioneers – Invisible WHAT?!?!

Author’s note: Welcome again to another Friday Fictioneers. Things have been pretty busy for me over the last week or so, but I have some time to do what needs to be done. Enjoy today’s offering! 

copyright Lauren Moscato

Invisible WHAT?!?!

by Miles H. Rost

“So, you really think she’s here?” Mark Driscoll asked his buddy, Clark Jackson.

“I know she’s here. I tracked her from the airport.”

The men looked at the building.

“And her front door is up there?”

“Yeah!”

“Well, how do I get up there?”

“Don’t you remember how she got to our town in the first place?”

“Invisible jet, you said, right?”

Clark sighed.

“Yeah. So if she has an invisible jet, and she lives in that building, it means she must have invisible stairs.”

Mark looked at him, head askew.

“The last time this happened, I fell into a sinkhole. No.”

Mark turned and walked away.

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Friday Fictioneers – I Hate This Job

Here’s your latest installment of Friday Fictioneers. I will have other stories coming up soon, since it is Lunar New Year and I’m not being swamped with utter and complete stupidity.

copyright Claire Fuller

I Hate This Job

“What the heck is going on out there?” Mr. Dworkin called out from his office.

The shop was all quiet except for a solitary robot, working at a CNC lathe.

“Hey! You! Lathe-boy! Where did everyone go?”

The robot kept working on the lathe, paying the old man no mind.

“Well, whatever you do, don’t be smoking on the job. We have wood in this place.”

Just as Mr. Dworkin sat down again, the head of the robot popped off and smoke started to fill the workshop. He looked up, and growled.

“Lathe-Boy, you’re smoking again, aren’t you?!?!?!”