(Author’s note: Big things to announce soon, not necessarily blog related, but we’ll see how things work. Otherwise, enjoy!)
© Douglas McIlnoy
Bird Is The Word
by Miles H. Rost
“You. You are a birdbrain!”
Ornithological expert Phil Kilanowski looked up from his desk.
“You are a birdbrain. That’s all you have on your mind!” his wife, Melanie, cried out. She had a crow on each shoulder.
“Oh! You made friends with Phobos and Deimos! Excellent! This is great for my study on the social habits of crows!”
“And the osprey in the living room?”
“Oh, he’ll be back at the university next week.”
“No, he’ll be back at the university tonight. Along with all others. Or your dinner will taste like chicken.”
Phil’s face went white.
A bit under the weather in this post-halloween time period. Sinuses clogged, lingering cough. This is one reason I don’t like teaching children. Anyhow, here’s the story for this week’s Friday Fictioneers
copyright – Melanie Greenwood
Chairman of the Bored
by Miles Rost
“Alright, so we finally got the plan together,” Chelsey said, pointedly.
“First, we’ll file our nails and act like we’re bored,” Natasha replied, pointing at a picture of a nail file.
“Then, when the professor’s back is turned, we’ll yawn loudly and fidget like a sugar-eating ADHD child,” Marie proclaimed, pointing to the open mouth picture.
“And finally, when he’s so frustrated with us that he kicks us out of the lecture, we go off and get drunk at The Corner!”
All three nodded and put their hands in the middle of the table.
“One, Two, Three! WE ARE BORED!”