Friday Fictioneers – Sounds Of Silence

(Author’s Note: None! I am back to life, back to the writer’s gallery. I have 13 more months in Korea. Let’s celebrate with a story!)

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© Roger Bultot

Sounds of Silence

by Miles H. Rost

It was a shock to the Garbarthian space crew when they heard nothing.

For 27 earth years, they were able to study and learn about its inhabitants and the various strange things that were around them. They had gone to sleep on the eve, waiting to see what would come.

There was no sound that next morning. Nor the morning after. They heard faint horns, faint chatter, but the small cactus they used as their listening device heard nothing.

For 11 days, they heard nothing. They went back into the playback to hear the last moment.

*click* BANG! *click* BANG!

Nothing more.

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Friday Fictioneers – Bend Me Shape Me

(Author’s Note: I’ll be celebrating my 37th year of completed existence in a few days. This is how I feel right now!)

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©Sandra Crook

Bend Me Shape Me

by Miles H. Rost

Mark walked into the chiropractor’s office. The doc smiled at him, as he closed the door.

“How can we help you today?”

“Doctor, I think my back is starting to go. I keep waking up and not being able to get out of bed.”

“I think I got just the thing. It’ll bend you, shape you, do anything you want of it.”

They walked to the back room, where there was a bed with no sides. It looked like the shape of an I.

“What’s this?”

“It’s something new I came up with. It stretches you in different ways. I call it the I-rack!”

Mark ran out the door, never to return.

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Friday Fictioneers – Heart Of Glass

(Author’s note: Greetings and meetings! Exams are over for me, and that means I’ll be posting a lot more as time goes along this month. Excellence will come this month. Besides that, last week’s offering was the best by far. 98 unique views within 1 week. Excellent job, readers! Keep up the good work! Here’s today’s Fictioneers offering!)

Heart Of Glass

by Miles H. Rost

“Found one!”

Maizie walked down the dirt path, and crouched down.

“What did you come up with, Trish?”
“Must have been an old Heeregard hospital. Take a look.”

Maizie picked up the small tube that was on the ground. She clinked it against a piece of metal and sighed. She knew exactly what the place was, and it was not good news for the explorers.

“Not a hospital. A burial ground.”
“Heeregard?”
“Nah. Broken-hearted New Humans. As they die, their hearts turn to glass.”
“Seriously?!”
“What you found was an aorta. Let’s go.”

Trish looked up, quizzically

“I’m not staying around for the ghosts of the lonely…” Maizie flatly stated, as she turned around to leave.