thoughts

by

Friday Fictioneers – The Dreams Remain The Same

(Author’s Note: Family has been an important part of my life, and last week I was in Reno with my strong, beautiful, and courageous niece and my sister. It was a great time, and while I missed writing, I relished my time with my family even more. Here’s this week’s fictioneers:)

© Sandra Crook

The Dreams Remain The Same

by Miles H. Rost

Blessed Silence.

Paul woke up that morning, and called into work. He was taking a day.

He left his phone by his workstation. He left his music device by his bed. He left his car at home.

He left his shoes at the door, his socks at the end of the bed.

He walked out back, through the woods behind his house, behind the school nearby.

He found a nice stump, sat down, and took in the first breath.

With no one around, Paul spent the entire day connected to nature, sorting out his thoughts.

All in blessed silence.

This artist is a new artist, and he does a lot of work on Youtube. Buy his music, it’s some good stuff!
by

Friday Fictioneers – Reflections (on the Lake)

(Author’s note: Still working on the story. Been dealing with some things that have come up since. A little under the weather with a throat infection. Getting better, though.)

 

PHOTO PROMPT – © Adam Ickes

Reflections (On The Lake)

by Miles H. Rost

Paul Marcus looked over the lily-pad covered lake, deep in thought.

“Where did the time go? Not long ago, I was 24 and full of spirit. Now I’m 35 and broken.”

He looked at the small bobs coming up from the lake, stirring a pad or two.

He thought back to the opportunities that were there, that he missed because he was focused on one dream. A one track mind, and that track derailed a year before.

Sitting back in a chair under the shade of a gazebo, he looked at his watch.

12:15PM

“6 more hours until I need to be home.”

by

Friday Fictioneers – Desert Oasis

(Author’s note: Nothing. Let’s do this!)

© Jan Marler Morrill

Desert Oasis

by Miles H. Rost

“So this is where you ended up, eh?”
“Yeah. Who would have thought that I would be the heir to the Sultanate.”

Mark O’Connor and Rahim Zaharia walked down the desert path within the walled town.

“10 years ago, we were pulling pranks on Melinda Clouse. And now you’re the Sultan of Watoomba.”
“8 years after becoming, I’m still not used to it. There are so many different things I have to do. Sometimes, I need an oasis from this desert.”
“Ever thought about coming back to the USA?”

Rahim shook his head.

“The people need me here. I am their oasis in this unforgiving desert.”

by

Friday Fictioneers – Beyond This Point

A little note before we start: I am in the stages of moving from my current residence to a new residence, and may not have internet access for a few days. Also, with moving comes lots of packing, planning, and getting things in order. Therefore, I may not be able to write anything in the next week. However, if I get the time and the patience, things will continue as normal.

That all being said, let’s get onto today’s story:

copyright Jennifer Pendergast

Beyond This Point

The young man beamed at his family with pride.

“This, by far, is one of the best days of my life. I finally have something I can call mine!”

His parents shined their approval as they looked at his garb.

As he picked up his cap from the ground, he looked around at the walls of the place where, for four years, he allowed himself to flourish.

“Mom? Dad? What do I do now?”

His dad smiled, and pointed behind him.

“Everything that happens from here on out, happens beyond that point. That gate is where life begins.”

His son smiled at him.

“I think I’m ready.”