(Author’s note: Starting the week of May 28th, I will be posting later. I have a job that requires me to be at work at 6AM PDT, which means that Fictioneers is posted in the middle of my sleep-time. Yes, this means I got a job. It’s a good one. And I hope to be able to do a lot more with it. Here’s your fictioneers.)
Prompt by Courtney Wright; Photographer – Anonymous
I’m Gonna Tear Your Playhouse Down
by Miles H. Rost
Travis Lonigan knew that with one click, one hit of the return key, he could cost someone their job. Someone would go to jail, someone well respected but with a lot of secrets. Someone who stole from his friend.
He would likely be found. He knew that people were looking for him, trying everything to prevent this from happening.
Switching from the ‘enter’ key to the delete key, Travis knew that one of two buttons would seal his fate. He could be hunted down, potentially destroyed, utterly humiliated.
He could end up dead.
Closing his eyes….
(Author’s note: Greetings and meetings! Exams are over for me, and that means I’ll be posting a lot more as time goes along this month. Excellence will come this month. Besides that, last week’s offering was the best by far. 98 unique views within 1 week. Excellent job, readers! Keep up the good work! Here’s today’s Fictioneers offering!)
Heart Of Glass
by Miles H. Rost
Maizie walked down the dirt path, and crouched down.
“What did you come up with, Trish?”
“Must have been an old Heeregard hospital. Take a look.”
Maizie picked up the small tube that was on the ground. She clinked it against a piece of metal and sighed. She knew exactly what the place was, and it was not good news for the explorers.
“Not a hospital. A burial ground.”
“Nah. Broken-hearted New Humans. As they die, their hearts turn to glass.”
“What you found was an aorta. Let’s go.”
Trish looked up, quizzically
“I’m not staying around for the ghosts of the lonely…” Maizie flatly stated, as she turned around to leave.
Welcome back for another Friday Fictioneers set. If you haven’t already read the latest (and according to some, my best) Mayumi story so far, please go check out “We All Sleep Alone”
*Author’s Note: Some have been having trouble seeing the video. If you are having trouble, go to Youtube, and look up “So Far Away” by Dire Straits. You’ll get the feelin’.
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So Far Away
by Miles Rost
Everything was ready on the table.
Danny got home from work, and expertly prepared a beautiful crown roast of lamb, with mint sauce, lightly fried potatoes, and thin-sliced green beans. All of her favorites.
He set the table with the good plates, the excellent glasses, and everything. His crowning achievement of making dinner, a big one, was complete.
He looked out the window towards the street, the patio bereft of life. He looked out the window for a long time.
It was after about 30 minutes of looking that he realized he was eating alone for the night.
His beautiful wife, his love, would not be making it home for dinner.