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…

Vertigo (Friday Fictioneers)

The room tilted and Siobhan threw out her right arm, fingers closing around the towel bar. She closed her eyes. Bile rose in her throat and her knees buckled. The silver bar and towel, with delicately embroidered flowers, lay next to her. Her cheek rested on the cool tile. A small puddle collected in front of her…