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Music And Fiction – Building A Mystery

(Author’s note: Due to issues beyond my control (mostly work related), I had to take the week off from writing. It sucks, but in the type of work I do, sometimes it is necessary to put in a little extra time. Thankfully, today was the last of the extra work, hopefully for the Summer. Here we go with today’s fictioneers!)

© Ted Strutz

Building A Mystery

by Miles H. Rost

“…and this final piece is an expression in progress.”

The gallery exhibitor stood tall next to the large wall with pictures.

“The bottom picture was the first in the line, drawn by the artist. He did this after being in a coma for 5 months. She was 16.”

He pointed to the photos.

“The photos were taken as he grew older, the subject in her 30s.”

He looked up at the large painting.

“This portrait was the final painting, the subject assumed to be in her early 40s. The artist went missing after. He is still missing today.”

Bulld your own mystery, and write about it!
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Friday Fictioneers – Brimstone

(Author’s Note: I am currently working on some new story-work to add to the blog, outside of the Fictioneers realm, but complications with real life have decided to take over and cause issues. So I am not sure when I’ll be putting up more original longer-form work. But, give it time, and I’ll be able to have more for my audience to peruse. In the meantime, here’s a work that I hope gives you some peace over this holiday season.)

 

© Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Brimstone

by Miles H. Rost

“Mom! Come here!”
“What is it?” Mom asked her son, as he looked out the kitchen window.
“Look at the sky!”
“It’s beautiful, honey, but we see the sky all the time.”
“But Mom, look at the color! Don’t you remember what Brian told us?”
She thought back to when her eldest son was still at home.
“When the sky looks like brimstone, you know I’m on my way.”
She smiled, as she heard a familiar sound roll into the driveway, the exhaust of an old 1975 Harley.
“He kept his promise.”
She smiled, as she walked into the living room, awaiting her eldest son’s first hug in 8 years.