Category Fiction

Stolen – Friday Fictioneers

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Here is this week’s entry into the weekly challenge brought to us by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. 

Here are the rules: Use the photo as inspiration, write a hundred(ish) words – and share! Here goes my offering for this week – and I welcome your comments again!

copyright-erin-learyCopyright – Erin Leary

– Stolen –

The skeletons of trees and bushes stand stark in the pale light of a winter morning. The mist hangs low in the valley, shrouding it in mystery.

I remember mornings like this from my childhood. I recall my fascination at the bejewelled spiders’ webs – they sparkle in my imagination, lighting up my mind’s eye.

Appearances can be devastatingly deceptive. Beyond the protective glass, the land is dead. The scorched trees have failed to come into leaf for twenty-seven seasons. We have no reason to expect anything different next year.

We have destroyed the only world we will ever inhabit. There is no turning back.

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Masquerade – Friday Fictioneers

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After a few weeks of festive absence, here I am with my entry into the weekly challenge brought to us by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.

Here are the rules: Use the photo as inspiration, write a hundred(ish) words – and share! Here goes my offering for this week – and I welcome your comments again!

Copyright - Dawn Q. Landau

Copyright – Dawn Q. Landau

– Masquerade –

“So our extensive funding for your art installation has produced… this?”

I hated him, and his condescension. I counted to ten, desperate for Jilly to fill the silence. She did.

“Mr Rogers, of course you know that this is a Second World War pill box. You will also realise – being an expert in military history – that it is the only one in the country to have been manned entirely by gay men. They were ready to lay down their lives, just the same as everyone else. Sadly, it was the only place in the world where they felt safe to be themselves. Ironic, don’t you think?”

Take that, you bigot.

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This is the End – dVerse Open Link Week 126

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Here’s my latest entry into the dVerse Open Link – why not take a look at all of the other wonderful poems for the last time in 2013?

Here’s my perspective on the end of the year… run for your lives – or not!

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– This is the End –

Find the time and squeeze it in

Just one more thing before you go

‘Would you mind?’ and

‘Could you look into this?’

Yes, it’s the end of year rush

to get everything done.

Because the world will end

if the tiniest task is left unfinished

Hell will freeze over, all clocks will cease

If we’re not chained to our desks

Until the very bitter end or

until public transport is on its last legs.

Here’s the thing – it’s all a con

dictated by the start of a brand new year

(You do know that

not everywhere uses the

Gregorian calendar, don’t you?)

If you leave just a few jobs until 2014 –

the ones which aren’t urgent

in your own, sensible estimation –

All will be well.

I guarantee it.