too much for beauty. (friday fictioneers).

One dull afternoon, Miranda turns on the television. The Golden Stone advertisement plays. “You are not yet beautiful, but you will be! Limited stocks!” The next day, Leona joins Miranda on her search for the product. The pharmacy has one stone left. “Rock, paper, scissors: whoever wins will have the stone,” said Miranda. As usual,... Continue Reading →

a white dress for your dark soul. (friday fictioneers).

“I’ll take this one, Miranda.” “How did you know my name?” “Try to remove the tag from your dirty clothes.” I didn’t like her tone. I folded the white dress and covered it with a brown paper—the one with dark prayers. “Enjoy the dress, miss.” Midnight rose and the candles burned. I kissed my dead... Continue Reading →

for once, just hear him out. (friday fictioneers).

“Sir, someone’s out there to kill...Sir!” My new, private jet’s door closes and I finally drown out the stubborn voice of Michael. He keeps insisting this issue. It is because I won the bidding for this jet, he said. Miles away from the ground, I open my laptop to review the report I will present,... Continue Reading →

listen to my own writing. (friday fictioneers).

After my second roll of tissue and third cup of black coffee, I sobbed again and raised my finger. A waiter approached me with a flash of concern around his eyes – I hated him. “Another roll and coffee, please.” Owen just stripped my skin when he told me he was the father of my... Continue Reading →

photographed above the head. (friday fictioneers).

Greetings! Below is my story for this week's challenge. Check out Ms. Rochelle's page for more information about this [week's] fun writings! Let's hammer this story! ----- "photographed above the head." We were treading the ocean through your handmade boat when you decided that I was only a hindrance in your ride to another island.... Continue Reading →

Run! Double Time! (Friday Fictioneers)

Greetings! Below is my story for this week's challenge. Check out Ms. Rochelle's page for more information about this fun writings! Let's hammer this story! ----- “Hurry!” As long as they are hungry, they will hunt for food; in particular, flesh. The survivors calmly fall in line although their lungs scream, “double time!” to the... Continue Reading →

Humane Kitchen (Friday Fictioneers)

Greetings! Below is my story for this week's challenge. Check out Ms. Rochelle's page for more information about this fun writings! ----- photo this week from Raina Ng Nothing’s humane with our kitchen. Our herbs and spices were from the Earth and our utensils crafted from real stone. I loved them, but, tonight, I feared... Continue Reading →

Don’t Forget the Lizard (Friday Fictioneers)

Greetings! Below is my story for this week's challenge. Check out Ms. Rochelle's page for more information about this fun writings! ----- I could see the future—lapses of images in my vision. And I had to accept whatever it gave me, even if it killed me. This time, my house would explode three times with... Continue Reading →

Fences (Friday Fictioneers)

Greetings! Below is my story for this week's challenge. Check out Ms. Rochelle's page for more information about this fun writings! ----- No one was allowed beyond the wired fences. “Hey!” The Society’s guards yelled. There was a life beyond the fences; it was written in my parents’ journal. My combat boots met the dried... Continue Reading →

One Day (Friday Fictioneers)

Greetings! This will be my entry for this week's Friday Fictioneers by Ms. Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. I hope you will participate, as well, and just remember to enjoy while keeping your words working! “You seem blue when you shouldn’t be,” he said. “One day, it will come back.” The table was set for a family gathering.... Continue Reading →

Only One Left (Friday Fictioneers)

Greetings! I've been busy these past few weeks, and I'm glad I can finally catch up with this fun challenge! To see this week's prompt, kindly click THIS. Thank you very much, Ms. Rochelle for this wonderful opportunity! TITLE: Only One Left WORD COUNT: 100 I love to punish myself because I learn how to... Continue Reading →

Significant (Friday Fictioneers)

TITLE: Significant WORD COUNT: 100 “Why are we here?” I asked. “Because this is a significant place to us. The firsts happened here.” Robert turned to me. “I’m a weak man. I have lots of flaws and you’re still here for me. Let me do something for you.” He kneeled in front of me and... Continue Reading →

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