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Fiction Friday Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Finish off Fridays #9: The Wait 03.03.17.

150 Words, 2 Min Read

Hello, and welcome to Fiction Friday where I share some of my writing. This week’s post is a response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Finish off Fridays #9: The Wait 03.03.17.,  where they provide the picture and the opening sentence and we write an additional 100-150 words to complete the story.

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Clementine anxiously waited for the 5:40 out of the city, wondering if he would be on board. She touched her pocket nervously and looked out of the window. Today would be the day that Clementine would speak to him, and she knew just what topic to broach. Her head turned as the trained approached, palms becoming sweaty. Clementine stepped onto the train, looked around and spotted him. As the train moved she made her way over to where he stood. For a moment she watched, mesmerized as she had often before, as he flipped and turned the switch blade in his hand. With a nervous smile on her face, she tapped on his shoulder. He took out one of his headphones and turned to her, still flipping the blade every which way. Clementine took out her own and showed it to him, shrugging and saying, “Could you show me a thing or two?” With a genuinely surprised smile, he nodded and reached to check out her blade.

FICTION FRIDAY 12/30/2016

2,549 Words

10-12 Minute Read


Hello and welcome to Fiction Friday, where I share some of my writing. This week’s post is a response to  Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Wordle #135 “December 26th, 2016” writing challenge. The words I used: Sound | Terminal |Rum Cull | Knife |Gutter | Fabric | Discolor | Gloss | Jackboot | Passal |Stroke | Impatience

This is a continuation of a previous Wordle post. Click this link to read the previous chapter. 

This week’s entry:

Cori felt nothing underneath her. She knew her eyes were open but still she could see nothing but blackness. She reached out her arms and legs and touched nothing. Continue reading FICTION FRIDAY 12/30/2016

Fiction Friday 11/18/2016

Hello and welcome to Fiction Friday, where I share some of my writing. This week’s post is a response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Wordle #129 “November 14th, 2016” writing challenged.  The words I used: Mute | Tidewater | Wisteria | Step | Bibliotaph | Guts | Breeze | Faceless | Sharp | Penetralia |

This week’s entry:

“Cori, look out the window,” her father said.

She looked up from her book and her eyes were met with a scene so picturesque. Their car followed a narrow winding path on a cliff. On the left was a treacherous mountain that looked like rocks could come tumbling down any moment. Cori marked her place in her book, Tidewater, and opened the window, sticking her head out. Her mother fussed at her to get back inside, but she ignored her and stuck her narrow figure further out.  Across from them was an identical pathway on a cliff but in the opposite direction, a dense lush forest bordering the opposing path. She wished they were driving on the other side, closer to the trees. Below each cliff  was a rushing river with large rocks jutting out. Cori squinted her eyes and off in the distance she swore she saw someone in a canoe or a kayak, battling the water with a neon paddle.  Continue reading Fiction Friday 11/18/2016

Fiction Friday 10/7/2016

Hello and welcome to Fiction Friday, where I share some of my writing. This week’s post is a response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie  prompt Tale Weaver # 88 Talisman, October 6, 2016.


Katie pushed the door open and floated down  the steps, bypassing sweaty bodies. Soon she stepped in to the street to avoid the throng of people. Horns honked at her but she didn’t care; she was free from her 1-4 Friday lab. It was a beautiful fucking day and she was going to enjoy it.

“Hey Katie!” Someone called. She didn’t bother turning around to be bothered by someone from the building she’d just left. She was too eager to get away.

Soon enough she heard footsteps running towards her. She turned to see Graysen, an averaged height kid from her senior class who had dark hair with eyes to match his name, wearing jeans, a 3-button t-shirt, and Converses that matched his eyes. On top of that he wore circle glasses and carried a little pouch of necessities like hand sanitizer, tissues, first aid supplies, and Benedryll. It was kind of eerie and otherwordly to take him all in. She’s had classes with him since they first started school as kids.

“Hey, Katie, I’m glad I was able to catch you before you took off,” he said, smiling.

“Lucky you,” she mumbled, looking irritated. Just what she needed: someone to pester her on this gorgeous day. Continue reading Fiction Friday 10/7/2016

Moonrise

Hello and welcome to Fiction Friday. Every Friday I will post some of my writing.

Here is this Friday’s:

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Ch 1

The rain pelted the window as she slept, comforting and unsettling her. There was an odd love-hate relationship she had developed with water. As a young girl she had constantly swam in the lake nearby, or the swimming pool in the next city over. She played water sports with her brothers on those unbearable scorching summer days. Once, she had nearly drowned when they went to the ocean on vacation when she was sixteen. Her Uncle and most of his family had drowned almost four years ago in a freak accident. Since then she hadn’t been able to tolerate being in something as simple as a bath. But she enjoyed the sound of running water and the rain outside, most of the time when it didn’t make her jittery.

She reached over as her alarm went off, blinking a solid 2:50 A.M. Another restless night with sleep that didn’t help shit. Throwing the covers off, she slowly spread out her limbs, her stretching accompanied by a symphony of cracks. As she laid there a few more seconds she heard the rain pick up its tempo. She rolled her eyes, annoyed that she had to do early morning patrol. The only good thing out of it is that she didn’t have to exercise later. Rolling out of bed, she slid over to her closet, pulling out a running suit and some under things.

Within four minutes she was dressed and downstairs. She slipped half a cheese bagel in to the toaster and pulled out some cream cheese and a knife. While her bagel toasted, she went to the alcove next to the door to put her shoes and rain suit on. A few sets of shoes and rain gear were drying in the alcove, no doubt from the earlier shift.

There were eight three-hour shifts, four people on each. We ran a perimeter non-stop around the property, making sure the walls and the wards weren’t damaged or broken. If anything looked or felt out of the ordinary, we were to signal it in, no matter what.The buzzer ding’d, signaling the bagel was done. Quickly, she slathered some cream cheese on it and finished it in three bites. The knife landed in the sink, napkin in the trash, and she was out the door before the clock hit 2:59 A.M.

Continue reading Moonrise