Friday Fictioneers

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Friday Fictioneers – The Keeper Of The Flame

Work has been kicking my butt lately, so I haven’t been as active as I like. Hopefully, I’ll be able to do better now that summer is leaving. Here’s my offering for the fictioneers this week.

 

copyright – Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

The Keeper Of The Flame

I tend to these coals like they are my children. They’re the lifeblood of my tribe.

Without fire, my tribe would have died out a long time ago. Every generation has one person, a boy or a girl, who keeps these flames going constantly. These flames help make our food, bend our metal, and even forge our lore.

My great uncle was a keeper of the flames, my father as well, and it was passed to me when I turned 21. In the shade of the big buildings, there are very few of my kind left.

I am the keeper of the flame. This is my role, this is my life.

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Friday Fictioneers – You Need To Stay

Greetings fans and friends, I should be back up to full steam for stories next week. Other things have been taking me away from the attention, but I should be back with more ideas. Here’s the Fictioneers for the week:

copyright Roger Bultot

You Need To Stay

“Honey, I told you that you need to stay home.”

“But, sweetie, if we’re going to have a comfortable life, I need to go and follow those white lines.”

“I’m sorry, but you cannot go. You cannot be out there all the time. You’re not married to the road.”

“If I’m going to make money for us, I have to be.”

“Doesn’t matter now. Look out the window.”

A few seconds later…

“AGH! My TRUCK! What did you do to it?”

“Didn’t you think it was strange you found me naked in the woods, and wanted to marry me right away?”

“What?!”

“You married a plant nymph, ya ninny. Now get in here and do the dishes!”

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Friday Fictioneers – The Letter

I’m back, though still at limited action for a short bit of time. I will be up fully this week when I can pull my head away from other things.

copyright- Jan Wayne Fields

The Letter

The young lady looked at the paper in front of her. She sighed, as she pushed the chair away from the old desk. Putting the quill back in the ink well, she stood and grabbed her bag that was sitting off to the side.

She expected that her husband would read the letter and get the message. She wanted to get away from the boring nature of life, and this would give some excitement.

She waited for his phone call. And waited. And waited.

She waited a year, and finally said no more. She entered the house, and walked to the study. Her husband lay on the floor, a pool of blood under his head, dried blood on the corner of the small table.

The letter was untouched.

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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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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…

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Friday Fictioneers – Because MUSIC!

I am late to the party, due to other things taking up my time, but here is another entry for Friday Fictioneers. The picture is from my friend David Stewart at The Green Walled Tower. I got an interesting idea for this…

copyright David Stewart
copyright David Stewart

Because MUSIC!

It was hard being a creative director. He came to Korea with his co-worker because of a bell with big sound.”You think this one looks good?”

“Seems a bit puny. Brian wanted a big one.”

“Let’s see what it does.”

He rung the bell.

Suddenly, a humongous *BONG* resounded throughout the countryside. The sound was so thick and rich, the men still vibrated after the bell went silent.

“I liked that!”

“It’s still too tinny. It won’t work.”

“It nearly shook your clothes off. It almost shook you all night long.”

“Sounds like a new song is brewing. AC/DC time.”

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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?!?!?!”

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Friday Fictioneers: Terrace Gardening

Welcome to Friday Fictioneers at Music and Fiction. Not much music today, but you definitely get the fiction!

copyright – Bjorn Rudberg

Terrace Gardening

“Heya, Pete.”

“Yo, Charlie.”

“Getting ready for the new harvest season?”

“Yep.”

“Any major plans on what you’re planting?”

“Nope.”

“Can I throw my toilet waste down the back of your hill?”

“Sure.”

Charlie looked at Pete funny, and waited for a response. After a minute of no words, he got fed up.

“I thought you’d be mad.”

“Mad? For free fertilizer for my crops? Add goat manure, and it’s a sure bumper crop!”

Charlie frowned.

“Foiled again!”

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Friday Fictioneers: Wheel Of Fortune

A quick note before I get into today’s post.

If some of you are wondering why I haven’t posted any stories in the last week, there were two reasons:

1) I was on vacation for 6 days, which meant doing things that were lazy. Sometimes, ya just need it.

2) I was focusing on my phonology exam, and am currently getting ready to work on methodology.

As time goes along, I’ll get back into writing more stories. For right now, however, I have to focus on a few things.

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Today’s picture comes from David Stewart, my blog-father and great buddy here in Korea.

rescuers

(Copyright – David Stewart)

Wheel Of Fortune

“Okay, we got everyone ready?”

The cameramen looked up at the host of the show, and smiled. He gave a thumbs up, indicating that they were ready.

“3…..2…..1….”

Cameraman brought down his finger, the host smiled and waved at the camera.

“Welcome, everyone, to the first ever “Embarrassment Day” telecast. Tonight, you’re going to see people do amazingly embarassing things for the next hour.”

Cameraman pointed to a second camera, and the host moved to look.

“First, I will inaugurate this show with my own embarrassing display!”

The host ripped off his clothes, and jumped off the building, landing on top of his female on-air partner at the bottom.

“I MEANT TO DO THAT!”