Friday Fictioneers

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Friday Fictioneers – Miss Ilene

No notes from the author. Let’s git it on!

© Marie Gail Stratford

Miss Ilene

by Miles H. Rost

“Welcome, Mr. President.”

“Alright, I’ve been brought here to find out about this Miss Ilene person that I keep being briefed about. Let’s go to her.”

“Well, we all have something we need to say before we let you in.”

The president looked at them squarely, as they pointed to the empty grain silo in the middle of the field, surrounded by numbers of guards at various intervals.

“Miss Ilene isn’t a person. It’s a thing.”

“Come again?”

The agent cleared his throat.

“Her full name is Miss Ilene Siloh. Miss Il Silo. Kinda get what we’re saying?”

The president glared at him, coughing slightly.

“Better not make her angry by standing her up. Let’s get inside.”

 

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Friday Fictioneers – Willy!

Author’s Note: Welcome again. Things were busy this week, and I’ve been confined to my bed due to a nasty head cold that my unforgiving students gave to me. So, nothing new came out since last week. Hopefully, things will change this week.

copyright Dee Lovering

Willy!

by Miles H. Rost

“I saw something like this in London.”

Margot Boyndon looked bored as her family zipped through the streets.

“Oh, really”, her brother asked.

“Yeah, it was in the center of this square. It looked like a willy.”

“Margot! Don’t use those words in the car!” Her mom screamed from the front, whipping her head around to glare at her only daughter.

“It’s true. It looks like some private part that’s been pointed in the air. Kinda like Dad’s.”

The car swerved slightly, her father trying to regain his concentration.

“Margot! How dare you!”

“C’mon, Mom. I walked in on you two dussying it up in the living room.”

The rest of the trip was quiet, as they made their way…in the car…to the Portugal/Spain border.

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Friday Fictioneers – Day After Day (The Show Must Go On)

Author’s Note: I want to give a thank you to everyone who has been reading, and especially the new readers that have come over to my blog due to “Unstoppable God / Invincible”. Quite happy with the response. Here’s today’s Friday Fictioneers offering for you all.

PHOTO PROMPT – © Douglas M. MacIlroy

Day After Day (The Show Must Go On)

by Miles H. Rost

“Cold weather astronomy. Nothing like it.”

Bob looked at his colleage, Dr. Benjamin, and smiled.

“Can you imagine seeing all of the different stars that we couldn’t see from even Tierra Del Fuego?”

“I’m glad we took up this chance to do so.” Dr. Benjamin replied, before pausing a moment. He pointed to the sky, tracing a bright object.

“Look at that! It’s a meteor!”

Bob looked up, and his eyes got wide.

“Dr. Benjamin, that’s not a meteor. That’s something totally different. The color pattern is not yellow. It’s bright blue. We have a UFO.”

He pressed the button on his radio, but only heard clicking and static.

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Friday Fictioneers – I Am The One And Only

Author’s Note: Very busy this week due to Australia stuff. Hence why no posts since last weekend. Got some downtime coming up, meaning more posts. 6 more weeks, and I’ll be able to post a lot more. Here’s your offering for today!

Copyright – Roger Bultot

I Am The One And Only

by Miles Rost

“Hey! Whitey! You look like you’re burning up!”

“C.H., just leave me alone.”

“But why? You are in trouble. you need help.”

“You’re the reason why this has happened!”

“I didn’t tell my tenants to come to you and start you on fire.”

“No, but I’m sure you did something to get them to do it.”

“Well, I did tell you that you should get yourself checked out in case something did happen. Gotta keep your health in good shape.”

“Yeah, and now your advice is going to kill me.”

“I did tell you that I’m the one and only on this block. Should have listened to me!”

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Friday Fictioneers – Train of Thought

Author’s Note: Welcome aboard yet again! Most of you have noticed that today’s offering is a bit late. That’s because a lot of things have happened this week regarding my potential move to Australia. Things should be stable, and because of that…here’s your story for today! 

copyright Jennifer Pendergast

Train of Thought

by Miles H. Rost

Obedience.

Lucas Milford hated hearing that word, in the modern context. His commute and his job, though, were the biggest forms of forced obedience for him.

He looked around the subway car, seeing all the gray and black suits and dresses. He wondered for just a moment whether he would be able to survive it all.

“Pulling into 92nd Street. Next stop: 112th Street – Broadway Station” the speaker droned out.

Lucas sighed as the train pulled one stop closer to his home. He started to close his eyes.

A flash of yellow streaked by him.

His eyes shot open, and he looked around. He spied the lemon yellow dress of a beautiful woman, whose green eyes bore into his, and red hair screamed out “different!” to him.

“Such…color…” he said, as the woman started moving closer to him.

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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 – Get Here

Author’s note: Busy as per usual. Lots of worries. Here’s to hoping the next week will be much better, especially with a day off on Friday for medical tests. Enjoy today’s selection:

Copyright – Sandra Crook

Get Here

by Miles H. Rost

I remember the day that Travis was called to duty. It was going to be a 6 month tour in Jordan.

He looked at me, a lowly young lady from the wrong side of the tracks, and gave me the most heartfelt kiss that a fiancee could give.

We stood by an old stump as we said our goodbyes. I told him, “I don’t care how you get back here, just get back here if you can.”

He was returning from Jordan as the frost on the fields was slowly retreating. I would never see him again, though.

His C-130 got caught in a downdraft, and crashed at the base. No survivors.

He did get back here, I just can’t hold him anymore.

– From the diary of Charlene MacGinnis

(Story behind the song: During the first Gulf War, the song “Get Here” by Oleta Adams, a remake of a similar song by Brenda Russell, was often played as a call to servicemen from their wives and kids.)

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Friday Fictioneers – California Dreamin’

Author’s Note: My apologies for the lack of communication over the last week. March in Korea is the start of new classes and the week has been incredibly busy with new arrangements, new classes. 11 more weeks of this, and I will be finished with this part of life. Also, if you’re on Facebook, don’t forget to like my author’s page. I would love to be able to communicate and give some of the “behind the scenes” regarding some of my stories. 

Photo Prompt – © Erin Leary

California Dreamin’

by Miles H. Rost

They were called the “Four Arms”. Brothers-in-arms who did everything together.

Even illicit drugs.

Propped up by a fence, they found the secret stash of ‘shrooms buried among harmless normal mushrooms. They sat back and looked at the sky as they took in the fumes and took out from their own minds.

“Whoa! Look at that cloud up there! It looks…like Cookie Monster!”

“It’s got so many COLORS, man.”

“Yeah, it’s just so wild. Blue never smelled so good.”

“If this is what it’s like in California, I’m goin’.”

They all smiled as they took their psychedelic trip to California, little knowing just how much their “trip” would cost them…

 

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Friday Fictioneers – Runaway Train

Welcome aboard once again. A lot of things have happened this week that have caused me to lower my writing threshold once again. I should be able to write more this next week. In the meantime, if you have not liked my Facebook author’s page, please go here and do so. It’ll give you notifications of when I post and whatnot. 

Here’s this week’s offering for Friday Fictioneers!

copyright – Dawn Q. Landau

Runaway Train

by Miles H. Rost

“Did you hear that, Marlys?”

Bob Caldwell called back to his beautiful wife, who was being followed by their loyal dog, Mange.

“Hear what?”

“It sounded like a train!”

Marlys shook her head, laughing.

“These tracks have been abandoned for nearly 50 years. There are no trains on this track.”

They kept walking, when he heard the same sound clear as day.

“Honey, I am seriously hoping you heard that.”

“Bob, you need your hearing checked.”

Suddenly, both of them felt a gigantic rumble under their feet, with Mange running into the trees and away from the railway.

Bob pulled her out of the way as a big Burlington Northern cab came barrelling by at a high rate of speed.

“You think I’m crazy now, honey?”

Marlys knew that she would never live this down.

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Friday Fictioneers – Punk Rock

Good day, everyone! This blog is about to go boom, as in explode with people visiting soon. I have a facebook page that people can come and visit (and like) at this link. I’m also on Twitter, just look for @MusicAndFiction. 

Also, before I go with the show today, make sure you read over the last two stories that have come out. These are big ones, what I call the “normal” stories. Get inspired, get involved, and enjoy them. You can read “Angelia” and “We Fight Another Day” at the links. 

Now, time for the Friday Fictioneers story!

Copyright – Marie Gail Stratford

Punk Rock

by Miles Rost

Three guys, drunk as sin, walking home from a punk concert and pub crawl. All three passed by a window.

“Oi! Wot ya take an eye at that!”

“Wow! It’s got spikes an’ everything!”

“Yeah! That’s definitely punk!”

All three roared out in laughter, as they kept walking past.

After a few moments, the pile of rocks started to lift up from where it was. Underneath it popped out a head.

“Oooh! I really like this style! I think this hat will go great with my rhino-stone dress,” the head said, standing up straight. Under the hat was a very stylish socialite, opening her very expensive purse.

“The hat rocks, ma’am,” the store owner said, as he chuckled while collecting the money.