Friday Fictioneers – Read My Lips

(Author’s note: Hoping to have some longer stories up soon. Just need to get through the testing week next week, then there’s 4 months of nothing but classes. (Thankfully). Here’s today’s fictioneers, with a second peek from Marie Osmond!)

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© Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Read My Lips

by Miles H. Rost

The knock at the door was persistent. She leaned out the door of her shower and called out that she was coming.

Wrapped in a simple periwinkle towel, she walked to the door and cracked it open.

“Helena!”

“Paul?! It’s 11:30! What are you doing here?”

“I needed to see you. Something bad just happened.”

Helena let him in and he immediately bolted to the couch.

“Alright, what happened?”

“I lost your ring.”

“What ring?”

“The ring I was going to give you tomorrow night,  to ask you to marry me.”

Helena blinked. Twice. Then pounced.

“Read my lips.”

She mouthed “yes”.

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Friday Fictioneers – Got A Hold On Me

(Author’s Note: Nothing new to report. Here’s a fictioneers story.)

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© J. Hardy Carroll

Got A Hold On Me

by Miles H. Rost

Harley Parkinson looked at his inheritance, an old structure of a building he once lived in.

“Harley! Came to look at the place?”
He saw her. His old friend, and caretaker of the residence, Carissa Blanks.

“You’ve taken care of the place.”
“Since you left a decade ago.”
“Well, you’ve always been a good friend of the family.”
“Though, I’ve always thought it would be better to be part of the family.”

Harley chuckled, as he looked up.

“Remember what we did in the attic?”
“Yep. Have proof of it.”
“Huh?”

A 10 year old girl peeked from behind her mom.

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Friday Fictioneers – Baby Baby

(Author’s note: Currently working on longer fiction piece, hopefully for publication. It’s a good one, but I will still be making time for Fictioneers. Here’s today’s piece.)

 

© Janet Webb

Baby Baby

by Miles H. Rost

The ambulances were splashing away from the parking lot of the movie theater.

Nearly a foot of water was in this section of the parking lot. An area with over a hundred guys walking around, dazed.

It was a special movie night, where pregnant moms got in for free with the purchase of a normal ticket and a concession box. What was not expected was the pain when the first mother walked out of the theater, followed by another mother.

Pretty soon, every mother’s water had broken. Over 100 mothers were taken to the hospital that night, after one of the worst rainstorms in ages.

It is still known to this day as the “Night of the Baby Flood”.

 

Friday Fictioneers – Fairy’s Love Song

Author’s Note: Back again after a week where things went really weird, and having no time to post before today, I am back with a Fictioneers special! I shall have more coming soon, so keep your eye. And if you haven’t read the story “Angel In The Snow” yet, please do so. It’s one of the few that I really plan on expanding down the line, and could use good feedback.

Copyright – Rachel Bjerke

The Fairy’s Call

by Miles H. Rost

Harry MacInnes brushed his hands on the moss-covered fountain, muttering to himself at just how much cleanup it needed.

He pulled out his brushes and de-mossing tools, carefully scraping and removing the green from the stonework. He was intent into his work, and didn’t notice a small voice creep up behind him.

“Hi!”

“GYAH!” he exclaimed, as he jumped nearly out of his skin.

“I see you’re cleaning up the area!” the voice said, coming from the mouth of a small but quite beautiful sprite.

“All places need attention,” he said, matter of factly, “This one should be restored.”

The sprite clapped and smiled.

“Because you’re doing so, I am going to grant you a wish in gratitude! What would you wish for?”

He looked at the sprite, thought for a moment, then smiled what one would consider an almost evil smile.

I’d wish for you to be my wife.”

The sprite’s jaw dropped, and her eyes went wide. This…was not in the cards…

Friday Fictioneers – Runaway Train

Welcome aboard once again. A lot of things have happened this week that have caused me to lower my writing threshold once again. I should be able to write more this next week. In the meantime, if you have not liked my Facebook author’s page, please go here and do so. It’ll give you notifications of when I post and whatnot. 

Here’s this week’s offering for Friday Fictioneers!

copyright – Dawn Q. Landau

Runaway Train

by Miles H. Rost

“Did you hear that, Marlys?”

Bob Caldwell called back to his beautiful wife, who was being followed by their loyal dog, Mange.

“Hear what?”

“It sounded like a train!”

Marlys shook her head, laughing.

“These tracks have been abandoned for nearly 50 years. There are no trains on this track.”

They kept walking, when he heard the same sound clear as day.

“Honey, I am seriously hoping you heard that.”

“Bob, you need your hearing checked.”

Suddenly, both of them felt a gigantic rumble under their feet, with Mange running into the trees and away from the railway.

Bob pulled her out of the way as a big Burlington Northern cab came barrelling by at a high rate of speed.

“You think I’m crazy now, honey?”

Marlys knew that she would never live this down.