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Friday Fictioneers – Shame On The Moon

(Author’s note: Y’know, I feel really bad. I haven’t communicated with y’all in the comments in a month. A lot has happened in this month, mind you, but that doesn’t mean much. So, in order to make sure I actually get back to you all, I’ll be spending part of the weekend responding to all the comments that have come in.

I appreciate how everyone who has commented so far, and I am really grateful for everyone keeping me moving in this writing thing. It’s been a tough couple months for writing, but I think I’m close to being able to bust out and really get things going. Now…here’s today’s Fictioneers!)

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© Gah Learner

Shame On The Moon

by Miles H. Rost

Minjin’s father slammed open the door.

“What was that sound?!” he growled. His daughter was sitting at her desk, writing in her book.

“I have been doing homework, father. What was the sound?”

He furrowed his brows, and turned.

“Never mind. My daughter is great, and I heard nothing.”

He closed the door behind him.

Minjin counted to 10, then smiled as she opened the window again, and brought out her binoculars. Looking through them, she peered into the open windows of the nearby fitness center.

“Come to mama,” she drawled, ogling the men exercising to the light of the moon.

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Friday Fictioneers – Moon Over Georgia

(Author’s note: I’m sick. This means my brains are warped. Enjoooo~oy!)

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© Ted Strutz

The Moon Over Georgia
by Miles H. Rost

The voice was husky, tough yet soft.

“You have a choice, Melinda.”

The werewolf turned around and stared at his daughter, a blonde-furred beauty.

“Your inheritance will be released to you early, if you marry Martin.”

He gestured to a black-furred werewolf from a tribe in Idaho.

“Or marry Gerald, whom you claim to love; and renounce everything, yet be free of the curse.”

He gestured to a plain-looking, bespectacled man of around 30.

Melinda looked, then latched onto Gerald and jumped off the yacht.

Melinda bobbed up after a moment; her fur and muzzle both gone.

She would marry Gerald, instead.


(Warning: Strong Language.) (This is the inspiration, in a way.)

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Friday Fictioneers – Under The Milky Way Tonight

(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.)

 

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© Jan Wayne Fields

Under The Milky Way Tonight

by Miles H. Rost

“All these stars, all this world,” Marina sighed in wonder.

“Takes a lot of work to hang all these up in a picture.”

She looked at Jeramiha, her astronomy partner, and smiled.

“Can you believe that we’re able to gaze up there and see all these different messy stars from ancient times?”

“I can, Marina. Though I prefer to look at the stars through the lens of a photographer. Capturing a perfect moment takes a lot of ingredients.”

“Starlight, alone time, crowd distance, and a nice camping setup?”

Jeramiha looked into Marina’s eyes, and smiled.

“Under the milky way tonight.”

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