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!

Friday Fictioneers – Our Lips Are Sealed

(Author’s note: One of the perils of my work from home job is that I get slammed with work. With that, the election stuff going on (which I have been largely happy to avoid), and 3 cases at work that are massive and had big benchmarks that needed to be met, I became very exhausted.

Anyhow, I am back and raring to go with a new Fictioneers. Please enjoy, like, subscribe, and tell your friends!)

© Sarah (not Harry) Potter

Our Lips Are Sealed

by Miles H. Rost

“Quick, Janey! Make sure no one sees you.”

Jane zipped from tree to tree, attempting to hide the best she could in broad daylight. Approaching Terry’s house, she made a mad dash from the last tree toward a waiting bush.

“If you wanted to see my son, Jane,” the voice of Mr. Hall bellowed down from the room, “you could just come up the front steps.”

“Sorry, Mr. Hall,” she seemed to mutter.

“He’s waiting inside for you. No hanky panky, though.”

Jane’s face turned cherry, as she quickly ran to the door.

“My lips are sealed” he called out.

(Jane’s the Rhythm Guitarist with the short dark hair. ^_-)

Friday Fictioneers – Time Don’t Run Out On Me

(I’ve been on a random music kick! I hope you all enjoy a blast from MY past!)

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© Kent Bonham

You And Me (Now And Forever)

by Miles H. Rost

“Sheila, this is just strange.”
“What’s so strange about it, Gil?”
“I’m so used to seeing flat everywhere. Trees were…non-existant where we were.”
“Aren’t you glad I got this job at the hospital in Haifa, then?”
“I am. It’s just going to be a long adjustment from flatness everywhere.”
“We’re not far from the beach. We can see flatness there.”
“Ha ha. Funny.”
“I’m serious. If you’re worried about home, we can find flat over here.”
“At least we have each other. That’s the most important thing of all.”
“At least we’re not in Kansas anymore, right?”
“Right.”

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Friday Fictioneers -Sunshine

(Author’s note: It’s 3-1 in Korea, Revolution Day. This means a day off. The only one I’ll have for the next 2 months. So today, I give my best! Enjoy! And there will be more stories during the week as I go walking and enjoying the nice weather.)

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© Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Sunshine

by Miles H. Rost

“I wish I could travel,” Rockne said, staring at the bright clouds above.

“Where would you go? Not many people leave Blackford County,” his cousin, Marcus, replied.

“I dunno. I had a dream of beautiful girls in robes recently.”

“Are ya thinking of Japan?”

“Maybe. Korea sounds pretty cool, too.”

Marcus turned to his side and looked at Rockne.

“You got the hots for Yumin in science class.”

“Whaaaaaaaa?”

“She’s from Korea, and quite nice to look at.”

Rockne squinted, as the sun came out.

“She’s Korean-American. She’s from Portland.”

“Oh.”

“But yeah, she’s my ray of sunshine…”

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Friday Fictioneers – The Winter Long

Hello, Fictioneer readers! I had to take a break from fictioneering last week due to the holidays, and the fact that I was not in the right state of mind to write at that time. I am back, and likely to have a few new stories out soon. But first…today’s Fictioneers story:

copyright Janet Webb

The Winter Long
by Miles Rost

The winter was the longest one that was on record. Cold temperatures kept people inside, the snow sometimes sealed them in like a tomb.

“Honey, do you think we’ll ever be able to leave?”

“Well, sweetie, look out the window.”

They walked over to their window, and looked at a tree with most of it’s leaves on, brown as they may have been.

“Those leaves have stayed on that tree all winter so far. If they can do it, we can do it.”

Honey looked back at her sweetie, smiling bashfully.

“Hold onto me, and I’ll hold on to you.”

Sweetie looked back at his honey, and enclosed his arms around her.

“This winter long, I will always be with you.”

Cold outside, but very warm inside.