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Friday Fictioneers – I’m Gonna Tear Your Playhouse Down

(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.)

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Prompt by Courtney Wright; Photographer – Anonymous

I’m Gonna Tear Your Playhouse Down

by Miles H. Rost

One click.

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….

*click*

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Friday Fictioneers – Kashmir (Sweater)

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© Bjorn Rydberg

Kashmir (Sweater)

by Miles H. Rost

Mark lifted his head up from his book, as he heard the sweet sounds of a cello waft over him. Within the confines of the coffee shop, this was a perfect sound at a perfect moment.

He looked around and spied the young cellist, wearing a beautiful white cashmere cable-knit sweater and a flowing brown skirt. She looked up at him through garnet-rimmed glasses and strands of wavy brown hair, smiling.

“So, I finally got your attention.”

“Cindy? Why did you want my attention?”

“You told me you didn’t like cellos. They didn’t rock.”

“Yeah?”

“I’m here to prove they can.”

The first strains of Led Zeppelin’s “Kashmir” rose from the cello, and Mark instantly knew he was going to eat humble pie.

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Friday Fictioneers – Sour Girl

(Author’s Note: Things can change in a week. Currently, I am waiting for my visa number to be issued. Upon that, I apply for a visa and head back to teach students in Korea yet again. I will likely be gone by the end of December and starting to teach at the beginning of January. So, I will be back to writing lots of newer stories, along with writing other things that won’t be published here. Today, we have another fictioneers event that seems like it’ll be quite fun.)

© Luther Siler

Sour Girl

by Miles H. Rost

The crunch awoke Paul from a dead slumber. Grumbling, he walked down stairs. He nearly reached the bottom when he froze.

“Dad!”

Paul looked into his 16 year old daughter’s face, surprised that she found his old college mascot costume.

“Charity! How did you get that?”
“I found it. Now tell me about this!”
“Well, I went to a local college here. You know it as the big university now. Our mascot was a yellow chicken. I did this to help pay for my tuition.”

Charity flipped her hand, knowing there was more.

“It was also the costume I wore when I first met your mom.”
“And there we have it.”
“She didn’t like it. She was a sour girl the day that she met me…”
“And how many years now?”
“19 wonderful years…”


(R.I.P. Scott Weiland)

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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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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: 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.

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(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!”