Friday-fictionettes Stories

"Alas, alas, if your old art teacher knew..."

No one is proud of what goes on inside the Room.

This sort of conversation happens periodically in the valley. Nothing ever comes of it.

The electric kettle is drunk again.

He ran out of luck a long time before he got here.

Again she saw thick stone walls in her mind's eye. Her mind's ear reported trumpets, a royal fanfare.

Things have a tendency fall apart, no matter how tightly you tie them together.

It was obvious to Coach Curtis what the rutabagas were doing the moment he stumbled into their field.

The labyrinth was designed to admit only someone who knew better than to seek admittance. Theoretically, anyway.

The other side isn't nearly as magical and exciting as the rumors make it out to be, believe me. After all, I should know.

As first dates went, this one didn't have much going for it.

It's a handy place to put your stuff, but are you sure it's safe?

"How does it work?" is not nearly as interesting a question as "How can I use it?"

Maybe it's something in the air.

Envy is where all the trouble starts.

Friday Fictionette for March 16, 2018. "Everybody knew that if she could cure you with one broth, she could kill you with another." Now the Fictionette Freebie...

Because you would be missed. Because everyone deserves second chances. Because death is a tragedy and life is a triumph. Because.

There's no planning it. It happens when it happens. And Murphy's Law says it'll happen at the most inconvenient time possible.

"Tell them," her mother had said.

The things they'll get up to while your back is turned...