Friday Fictioneers: Plans

 

 

 

 

Plans

 

Writing was like her footsteps in the snow. You make your mark, they disappear, someone else makes their marks behind you. Erasing yours, showing life as it is now.

 

That was why on that cold night as she walked from the pub, she wondered why she had been so scared to say what she felt. To create stories of real life. Not safe. To leave the bubble of her own existence and be a writer. True writers wrote about everyone and everything, didn’t they?

 

That was plan until she walked out in front of that car. And died at the scene.

 

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Friday Fictioneers: The Church

 

 

 

The Church

 

12-year-old Perry Kelly thought he might play hard man and take a few selfies inside ‘the Church that no one went to’ due to it’s reputation of ghostly Priests thinking it would be cool to show his school friends.

 

Inside it looked like any other Church. He laughed at the townsfolk.

He heard a noise and ran out the door vowing never to return.

 

Inside the Church a homeless man lit some candles for heat and wondered why a chill had came from outside. As far as he knew he was the only soul who entered here.

 

(Hope you all like my story this week. At the moment I have been so busy with my ECDL studies and with writing my book and I haven’t been keeping up with commenting on everyone’s else’s work which I apologise for and thank you all for your continued support, feedback and patience. I will catch up on all your stories as soon as I can. :-))

 

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Friday Fictioneers: Craving

Craving

She rushed from the cottage. Blood all over her clothes. His blood. It wasn’t that he was bad to her. He was what most normal people looked for. But from three,maybe four she had something in her. The urge to kill. A craving. A need. A want.

Light shone through the trees.

A police flashlight? To ruin the fun? Just the moon.

The moon shined down on her figure. Very everyday but ugly in the light. She laughed like a demon.

I’ve achieved something tonight. Forget normal. Forget compassion. The finger up to good. I have control and power.    

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Friday Fictioneers: The Circle of Thread

 

 

 

The Circle of Thread

Life is too short to not live in the moment, to not embrace those you love, to forget to laugh aplenty.

The thread we cling to is too thin to not feel enough, to feel superior, to forget to keep the ego balanced.

Life is too short to not say what you feel, to try to be liked at the sacrifice of your voice so talk, write, create aplenty.

Before the thread snaps live life your way. Unleash the shackles. Release the core of your heart. Your emotions are what make you human. Never be afraid of them.

 

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Friday Fictioneers: Doris & Len

 

 

 

Doris & Len

 

In the 1960s and 1970s Doris and Len regularly played the piano for the shoppers who walked by. They would play and sing a variety of old love songs. They were lost in each other’s eyes sandwiched between the sweet shop and the chipper with the hairdressers overlooking them. Today the buildings have changed, some have closed down long ago. But their piano remains. A reminder for all of that cute little married couple who once played there. Sometimes Doris comes down, puts flowers on the piano, remembers her sweet Len and walks away humming his favourite tunes.

 

 

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Friday Fictioneers: Frankie’s Motorbike

 

 

 

Frankie’s Motorbike

Each day Frankie shined his motorbike. It was his pride and joy. His parents were just glad he had an interest in something. They wished he wouldn’t keep throwing in job after job and go back on the drugs with those friends of his.

At 1am at night, he took the bike out, crashed, died.

The papers reported it as a tragic accident by a speeding 24-year-old male. Only Fr. Williams knew what he had did to a young alter boy many years ago while he told the news it was a tragic day for the whole community.

 

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Friday Fictioneers: No Regrets

 

 

 

 

 

No Regrets

 

They boarded the place up years ago. It’s about to reopen soon. I used to work there. Making the sandwiches up to get money for college. I met a woman in that time, got married, had a bunch of kids. Never went to college. Never had any regrets.

 

It’s been reopened by my son who like me, his father, will never leave this small town. Maybe he’ll marry that young man who still delivers milk for some reason. Have a bunch of kids, hopefully have no regrets. He tells me it’s going to be a stylish café with internet access.

 

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