Friday Fictioneers: Unhappy Ending



My weekly submission for Friday Fictioneers where every week we write 100 word stories in response to a photo prompt. For more stories and to add your own, click on the froggy!

Unhappy Ending

We watched with held breath as the front end loader dislodged the roots of the two-year-old oak. Two years had passed since Richie disappeared, most said a runaway, always a problem kid. Then came the anonymous note to the sheriff: Kyle killed Richie.

Wood crackled. Dust sprayed. Men with shovels dug. Then we all saw it, the faded scarlet backpack. His mother screamed, fell sobbing to the ground.

They say knowing is always better than not knowing. Maybe. I should have written sooner. I was scared Kyle would kill me if I told, but he’s gone now too. I’m sorry.


Celebrate the Small Things

Wow, so it’s Friday again. This week was a slow week in some ways and that’s probably because I got a lot of (boring – yawn) work done.

  1. Sold quite a few business writing pieces, enough so I feel almost like an actual writer. Even though I really love fiction, it gives me this happy feeling inside to know my writing is helping someone somehow. Also the money helps!
  2. I got a lot of yard work done, including some pruning of tree branches which I’m really proud of myself for because it’s kind of scary. Also, a little over a year into this new home I’m finally starting to figure out where everything is.
  3. Got my regular cardio in, including a trip to local Wildwood Park and gym trips on cloudy/rainy days. Weather has been so awesome here. I wish it could be like this forever! But I know Winter Is
  4. Oh yes, I’m actually reading Game of Thrones and am on the second book now. I actually started reading it over a year ago and was totally thrown by the fact that, after the creepy ghost zombie prologue, the main story starts with a beheading – and I’m supposed to like the guy who does the beheading. Yes. Indeed. And now, okay, I am loving the series.
  5. I’m working on this short story which I don’t even actually want to talk about right now. I sort of hate it, but in this way where I’m not sure if that’s because it is bad or if that’s because the subject matter cuts so close to the bone for me – which could mean it’s actually really good. All I know is I want to finish a rough draft and then walk away from it for a few days while I catch my breath and quietly hate on the bad guys and do other things. But first I have to finish a draft.

How was your week? Okay time for lunch and then back to work! Life is good.

IWSG: Ready or Not


This is my monthly post for the Insecure Writer’s Support Group, and I have to confess that this month’s question is really apropos for me. The question is: “When do you know your story is ready?”

Honestly, I usually can’t tell, not on my own, because I’ve found I have no clue if a story is good or bad or finished or not. I guess that is why feedback is so helpful and necessary. Because I only see what I expect to see and I rarely am able to see the big picture.

So I suppose that is my answer. I know a story is ready when people tell me that having read it they got something out of it, in other words that the story really works, even if it’s maybe not their cup of tea. Or on the other hand if the “story” is still just a crazy jumble or boring or <insert crazily obvious to anyone else error I’m too close to see>. There have been times I thought this story sucks when the problems were minor and vice versa.

How about you? When do you know your story is ready?

Happy October and (to those who celebrate it)…


Friday Fictioneers: The Last Walk


In the Third Era, settlers came to Rygar IV by the hundreds, escaping from the over-crowded conditions which plagued their former homes. Metallic and brittle, the so-called Last Walk signified the last steps colonists would take, perhaps ever. In many cases, hope and oxygenators were their sole companions. Some would drown. Many died.

Thanks to these early settlers, Rygar IV now boasts domed cities, artificial islands, and of course our precious deep-sea mines. We who bask in the lights of the Blue City, who gaze in peace upon the loveliness of our Twin Stars, may we never forget.


This is my weekly submission for Friday Fictioneers, where every week we write 100-word stories in response to a prompt selected by our fearless leader, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. For more stories, click on the frog!

Celebrate the Small Things

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It’s Friday again, and that means it is time to celebrate all the great and small things which have happened this week.

  1. I tested my house heat partly because it got a tad chilly but mostly because the chill reminded me I should – before winter gets here! I’m glad I did too, because the heat wasn’t working and the fuel company was able to get a guy over the very next day. He fixed it AND gave me maintenance tips for the future. It was a relatively simple fix, but I hate to think what would have happened if it were truly cold out. For those in the northern hemisphere with home heating systems of the might-not-work type, have you checked yours yet? Don’t forget!
  2. I’ve been writing and started research that will hopefully help me pull plot points together for the novel I’m working on. I’m relying heavily on Semitic mythology, which has led to some fun stories including lesser-known tales from 1,001 Nights.
  3. On Monday I got to spend time with family, including a nice walk through Smithville Park and groundhog spotting. So adorable, so glad it isn’t in my yard.😉


Then there’s the other little things, business writing sold (yay) to help pay the bills, unpacking of stuff in storage, and keeping up with cardio via the gym. How about you? How was your week?

Friday Fictioneers: Two Steps Back

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

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Release Day and the blank screen lit up with system stats for the Virtually Real Simulation.  Chief Designer Barrok’s heart sank. Hundreds of users denied service. All around him, excited voices bounced off the metal walls of Service Central.

His chief aide tapped him on the shoulder. “Look at the news.”

Stepping back from the monitor, Barrok stared up at the news feed: “Virtually Real a Global Success, exploding all benchmarks.”

“I want it to be perfect.”

“I know, sir. Nothing ever is.”

Chief Never-Satisfied they called him. “Brilliant man. Impossible to work with,” they said, but never to his face.


This is my weekly submission for Friday Fictioneers, where every week we write 100-word stories inspired by the picture of the week. This week’s picture made me think of Ender’s Game and also how many times when creating something we forget to step back and see the big picture. For more fiction or to add your own, click on the blue froggy!

Celebrate the Small Things!

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It’s Friday again, time to celebrate – and better late than ever. I’ve had another long day, got quite a bit done, including the gym, housework, and lots of writing, most of it business writing – which is a phrase meaning writing lots of little things that someone will actually pay me for. Getting paid for fiction is … harder. I’ve also made some solid progress editing and rewriting my current WIP, High Water, Deep Wind – a fantasy novel about underwater dragons and the people who love them. Well, sort of.

How was your week? What’s new? What’s great?