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Fiction Friday Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Tale Weaver 116- The Moon 04.21.17

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Approx 15-20 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 Tale Weaver 116- The Moon .


“Come on!” He urged. She winced from the feedback in her headphones.

“Do you know what time it is?” She asked, exasperated. The time read: 2:14am. Continue reading Fiction Friday Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Tale Weaver 116- The Moon 04.21.17

Homeless Entrepreneur’s. If everyone who saw this chipped in a dollar we wouldn’t be homeless.

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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

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Moonrise Ch 2

Hello and welcome to Fiction Friday. Every Friday I will post some of my writing. If you missed the last chapter, check it out here.

Here is this Friday’s:

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Her arms and legs glided through the water, as if her and it were one. Her fingertips touched the wall and she flipped, turning and heading in the opposite direction. The familiar ache of her lungs relaxed her, allowing her mind to be empty as her body worked. Her head turned for air as her arms circled above her head, ready to butterfly down the lane. It was her favorite stroke because it allowed her to swim like a mermaid, like she belonged in the water, was born to be in it.

After a couple more laps she decided to head to shore. It was about midday, few clouds in the sky, a tender breeze caressing the water. She heard what sounded like a fog horn and looked around, confused. This was a lake.

She chalked it up to being tired and swam a little faster towards shore. She heard the sound again and spun completely around, nothing in sight. Hmm, she wondered just what that noise was. She peered around the lake but saw no source of the sound.

Unexpectedly a wave came at her, and then another, higher and higher. Her limbs flailed, trying to stay above water, but she couldn’t. Quickly the wave overtook her and she went under. Her muscles cramped up as she fought to get to the surface. Anxiety and panic pumped blood through her veins as she kicked, her legs throbbing. It seemed like her fingertips almost touched the surface, but it was more like caressing the underside. Something yanked on her ankle, once, twice quickly before she could even react, and then it started to drag her down. Continue reading Moonrise Ch 2

Stone & Metal

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

Her arms pumped, carrying her really, because her legs felt like jelly. Her heart was a boomerang inside her chest. Sweat clung to her brow, dripping down her forehead and threatening her eyesight. Her backpack and her feet hitting the pavement was the only sound that gave her away. Her shirt clung to her back and stomach, sticky, annoying, itchy. She wished she could take it off, let her body breathe.

Thick, wet steps thudded behind her, and her pace nearly doubled because holy shit, there was more than one person following her. Nearly too late, did she vault over a gate, grab a flag pole, and swing herself on top of the closest roof. Darting between buildings and alleys was giving her pursuers an advantage.  Continue reading Stone & Metal

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.

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