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Friday Fictioneers – Down By The Sea

(Author’s note: Not much to report. Here’s today’s great work!)

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© Roger Bultot

Down By The Sea

by Miles H. Rost

“Oi! We’re goin’ for brekkie. Wanna go?”

Laying out in the ever increasing light of the morning sun, Paul was at his glory. He gave them a shake of the head, as he continued to tan.

“That’s on you! It’s gonna be a ripper.”
“It’s going to be over 40 today. I want to get my sun before staying inside and roasting.”

The boys all just left, as Paul took in the sea air that came up from Port Phillip Bay. He loved the morning, when it was sunny but still cool.

This was rest time. He wasn’t giving it up.

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Friday Fictioneers – Angel In The Morning

(Author’s Note: On With The Show!)

 

© Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Angel Of The Morning

by Miles H. Rost

Usagi looked outside, her long red hair a contrast to the thick snow on the window.

She wanted it. She knew what she wanted, and she finally took it. That was all, and no one could tell her otherwise.

She sat at the foot of her bed, smiling down and giving a little giggle at remembering everything that happened the night before. Magic happened last night, and she never wanted to see it go away.

She looked at her basset hound, with a small persian cat curled up within, sleeping away. They were the best of friends, and she was happy.

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Friday Fictioneers – Portal al Puerto

Welcome, fans and friends. Don’t forget to read my last long-piece: “A View From Your Window”. It’s a beautiful piece. Anyhow, here’s this week’s fictioneers piece:

 

copyright – Janet Webb

Portal al Puerto

Sandy was up for the morning, and couldn’t go back to sleep. She knew that she had to be at the U for class by 9, and 7:30 was much too early.

She walked into the bathroom and did her hair. As she brushed the silky blonde locks, she noticed a small little “rip” on the edge of the mirror. She touched it, and pulled back on it.

She noticed, on the other “side” of this mirror, was a doorway. A sideways doorway. She pushed the doorway open, and was immediately sucked in, her skin stretching as she was devoursed by the portal.

The door immediately closed, and the mirror resealed itself. That was the last time anyone saw Sandy…for nearly 5 years.