Friday Fictioneers: Windows

 

 

 

Windows

 

It was the windows overlooking the street for years. A view to the shoppers going by. To those rushing to college or work. To the homeless looking for a dollar for coffee. To the dog walkers. To the lovers walking hand in hand. To the parents wheeling their babies in prams. To those coming home drunk from a night on the town. To those lost in the wilderness of a drug addiction …

 

It was the windows which Perry was situated behind. His mouth gagged. Arm chained to a pipe.

Why am I here? How long have I been here?

 

 

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Friday Fictioneers: Fire

 

 

 

Fire

 

It was just past 1am. Darren sat by the fire in his back yard. He thought back to the first date he had with his now estranged wife Alice. Rather than take her to a restaurant he had wanted to do something different so he invited her to his back garden where he cooked dinner. They had many meals together here over their five year marriage. Until she met Ethan …

 

Darren placed Ethan’s severed limbs on the fire.

There is still a chance that Alice will take me back now.

He picked up his cell phone and rang Alice.

 

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Friday Fictioneers: Unconfused

 

 

 

Unconfused

 

‘Jack is so fit. I swear he was looking at me the other night.’, Beth cooed.

‘But his sister Rosemary was eyeing me the whole time too.’, Anna smiled.

‘Kara, have you figured out which way you swing yet?’, she added.

I sipped my beer.

‘I swing every way mate.’, I smiled.

Don’t you know that by now? It is what pansexual means.

‘Jack and Rosemary are hot. But did you see Ali looking at me?’, I added.

‘But isn’t Ali confused about their gender?’

‘Beth, they are agender.’

I flick on my cell phone, read Ali’s latest text. Lovely!

 

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Friday Fictioneers: Broke Down

 

 

 

 

 

Broke Down

 

We would break down in the middle of the road, wouldn’t we?

It was typical of my experiences with my birth mother. She always got her way. She wanted to have a talk after ten+ years living away from me and Dad. The car obeyed. Shocker.

Where the hell was that mechanics person?

‘At the time, things were different son. I felt suffocated. Your father and I married very young.’

This is the fifth excuse I’ve heard. 

‘Let me level with you Ann, I’m not interested in excuses. I want the truth.’

And to know you feel bad about it. 

 

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Friday Fictioneers: Invasion

 

 

 

 

Invasion

 

Year 2035

 

Last month the aliens landed. It was quite the episode. Doors were boarded up. Food was almost sold out in the shop in anticipation of the invasion. Some tape is still up from the situation. We have been warned they may try again.

You hear so many stories about their weird-looking faces and their strange suits. Rumours are abound that they wear even stranger clothing down on their planet.

They used to send these robotic things. Citizens? Now there’s a new type coming …

It’s quite hard living on Mars with all these strange creatures coming from Earth.

 

 

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Friday Fictioneers: Different

PHOTO PROMPT © Priya Bajpal

 

 

 

Different

 

Before Emma married Jack, he had been sweet. The perfect gentleman. Type you take home to Mama.

 

Then a switch seemed to occur in his brain …

 

He had been mentally and physically abusing her for just over two years. Today she needed to get out. His obsession with strange, inaccurate representation of bi women in porn and mainstream media and his violent tendencies had killed a love that could have been good.

 

She picked up all the inspirational notes that kept her going for two years. Felt her stomach.

 

My sweet baby, from now on things will be different.

 

The inspiration for this story came from reading about how bi women are more vulnerable when it comes to domestic abuse than other women and people of other genders and sexualities. I’m not bisexual but I am pansexual and I think this applies to any woman whose sexuality falls somewhere in the middle or who doesn’t label their sexuality but who can have feelings for more than one gender. So I found it very sad and actually could make me a bit nervous if I let it. Please do try to remember that we all are human with feelings who want to be loved, not hurt. I don’t think most people are cruel like this but unfortunately there is a lot out there. So I wanted to write this story to highlight something I found very unsettling and in a slight way give a voice to those afraid to say something of the horrific abuse they’ve received out of the fear of the reaction or for anyone in general who has faced this pain and who is scared to speak out for whatever reason. 

 

http://www.divamag.co.uk/Diva-Magazine/News/Are-bisexual-women-more-likely-to-experience-domestic-abuse/

 

 

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Friday Fictioneers: Life Goes On For Some

 

 

I apologise because this is a bit dark for the new year. But this is from a novel I will be writing sometime in the future and when I seen the image it was what came to mind. But all that aside I hope you all find it an interesting read and I wish you and all your loved ones a happy and a safe New Year. 

 

PHOTO PROMPT © Randy Mazie

 

 

Life Goes On For Some

 

The creature knew nothing.

 

Of the horror of the death in front of him. A row over drugs. Not planned. Did that matter? A life gone anyway.

The party boy kills the drug dealer who won’t give him more drugs. But was it ok that he was a drug dealer that died? Brother crying because he seen past that.

Sure they put the killer in. He was all charisma and charm. Aren’t most psychopaths? Debunking the theory of the lonely guy in the basement. Debunking is fruitless when a person is dead.

But sure they let him out. Not surprising.

 

 

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