Friday Fictioneers: In Too Deep

*** We’re in deep. Too deep. All was calm. All was bright…as it could be. Considering the circumstances. We took it hour by hour. Then day by day. We shoulda known the calm would only last so long. High tide, low tide. The winds of change. Then storm clouds formed on the horizon. There’s no…

Friday Fictioneers: The Way Out

  Beads of sweat slip down her skin. The leather of her shoes sticks to her feet. White heat bounces off stucco walls. Identical alleyways, one after another. Salt laden air drifts through, teasing her left. Waves pound rocks. The sound swirls in her ears, pulling her right. How did I get here? How do I get out? She rounds a…

Friday Fictioneers: The Girl There

You see the girl there, through the window, though the frost obscures your view. Night after night she stares; she waits. You watch the girl there, through the window. No smile, no light in her eyes. The spark within her snuffed out early. Perhaps a smolder remains. You see the girl there, through the window,…

Friday Fictioneers: Nobody Escapes

  Rain pelted Mac’s head, her shoulders. The stone building would offer some shelter from the storm, despite a crumbling roof and missing door. “Do you think anybody lives here?” Bea peered around the boulder. “No. It’s too run down.” Mac picked her way to the hut, avoiding muddy ground that might capture a footprint. She ducked inside, Bea close…

Friday Fictioneers: What Lies Deep

Churn, churn, rumble, surge. Words streamed out and crashed into me, like waves against a rocky shore. But I am not made of stone. Words, unlike water, don’t simply wash away. Everything changes. Even the stone, over time, gets worn down. Churn, churn, rumble, surge.  My nerves are frayed. Sleep dances out of reach. At least now I know. The…

Friday Fictioneers: Cracks & Breaks

“Don’t step on the cracks or you’ll break your mother’s back!” Leather soles slapped against ceramic in quick succession. Giggles echoed around the room, bouncing off tiled room. Stringy, unkempt brown hair slapped against stained cheeks. After touching the windowsill, Alaina spun around. “Your turn!” Charles hopped three times on his left foot, then stumbled. He…

Friday Fictioneers: Point of Entry

  “Here’s the point of entry.” Becky stared at the coil of barbed wire. “Strange. Why wrap it so neatly on the fence post? Why not cut it and keep going?” Steve crossed his arms. “They’re probably local. This fence and land belong old man Monger. Even the folk from the hollers won’t mess with…

Friday Fictioneers: Wild Imaginations

“What is it?” Nervous fingers hovered over the black and white page. “I think… it’s a spell book.” “A spell book? Really? Why would Mrs. Donahue have a spell book?” Louise glared at Haley. “Obviously she’s a witch.” Haley scrunched up her face. “You think?” “Definitely. Look around. Her backyard’s a huge herb garden. She…

Curiosity and The (Big) Cat (Literary Lion)

Curiosity and The Cat Her gait is stealthy, self-assured. She slips through the jungle without disturbing the undergrowth. High above and concealed by thick foliage, I follow her, studying. Hair, black as the night. Cream-colored skin stretches over sinewy muscles. She moves like a panther: A hunter, confident of her status. It would not be so…