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.
(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.)
(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!)
(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!)
“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.
(Author’s Note: I want to drop two things for new people who are part of the world of mine, the Music and Fiction world.
The first is a good friend of mine who runs her own blog, called “Oh My Gloss“. She deals more with cosmetics, and a lot of it is from Korean companies. However, Sarah (the blogmaster) really has a lot of good advice and products. Take a quick step over, if you can, and take a look. And tell her that Music and Fiction sent you.
The second is for a great person who has been overcoming a lot of difficulties to become a real good person in the world of cosplay (costume play, aka dressing up and having fun.) Mosey on over to Precious Pearl Cosplay and Cats, on Facebook, and see a little look at what she does. She’s pretty good on things, and is responsive. She is also living out a dream as a vet assistant, hence the cats part of her page. Check it out.
Anyhow, long enough to talk…here’s today’s Fictioneers, with an old favorite song of mine from my childhood:)
Kelly Mangum looked at the two bouquets on the office table.
“I believe that’s six in two weeks.”
Frieda, her co-worker, was perplexed by this. She was the redhead with the killer bod, and she got no flowers. Kelly was a simple girl, yet kept getting bouquets galore.
“So, what’s your secret?”
Kelly smiled and directed Frieda to come closer.
“I mean what I say and say what I mean. He’s crazy for me, because I’m honest.”
Frieda blinked. Is it that simple? she thought.
“It’s that simple. Be honest, and you’ll get attention.”
(Author’s Note: This song has been sticking around in my head for the last 5 days. It’s an earworm of a song, one that I head first when I was a little guy riding my bike around my neighborhood in Minnesota. And as a bonus, the band is from my adopted hometown of Portland, Oregon. So I hope you enjoy “Harden My Heart”. )
Jane Metzger stood next to the phone, waiting. It was 45 minutes after her boyfriend, Mike, was supposed to pick her up. She picked up the phone, and slid her calling card.
*ring*
“Hello?” a relaxed voice answered.
“Mike! Where the hell are you?!”
“Wha…?” the voice panicked, shuffling in the background confirming what Jane had already knew.
Jane made a quick decision.
“Mike, you don’t need to come and pick me up. One of my friends will bring me home.”
“Uh…okay?”
“I’ll see you when I get back.”
“Okay,” Mike said, pausing, “Bye.”
“Sheila, this is just strange.”
“What’s so strange about it, Gil?”
“I’m so used to seeing flat everywhere. Trees were…non-existant where we were.”
“Aren’t you glad I got this job at the hospital in Haifa, then?”
“I am. It’s just going to be a long adjustment from flatness everywhere.”
“We’re not far from the beach. We can see flatness there.”
“Ha ha. Funny.”
“I’m serious. If you’re worried about home, we can find flat over here.”
“At least we have each other. That’s the most important thing of all.”
“At least we’re not in Kansas anymore, right?”
“Right.”
Paul Whitaker looked at the glass candy bowl, and sighed.
A gift given to him by a wonderful woman, the candy bowl was used quite a bit when he would host family gatherings. It was his estate that the Whitaker family reunion was held every 5 years. The kids always loved the candy bowl.
Then they stopped coming around. Things got busy. Soon enough, it was just him and his wife, Helen.
That memory, the last time he saw Helen alive, etched into his mind.
The candy bowl, the reminder of love, lay shattered on the floor.
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