Some days just feel like Fridays, don’t they? Toiling all week long can leave you feeling drained, and sometimes it’s nice to simply escape into the world of fiction for a moment. This week, I’m doing just that by entering a weekly Friday Fictioneers post. If you want to join the fun, simply write a […]Read more "Friday Fictioneers – “Knots”"
(Photo Copyright: Rich Voza) One breathtaking photo. 100 well-chosen words. The following story was submitted as part of Friday Fictioneers – a weekly fiction contest for writers to hone their skills. Find other entries by visiting https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com Final Sunset “THEY’RE COMING.” Her text message bounced onto my phone’s glowing screen, causing me to choke on […]Read more "Friday Fictioneers – “Final Sunset”"
We found the man crumpled in the sand. After days of stumbling across the desert, his eyes were dim from sun blindness, his skin parched and peeling. “Let me help you,” I said, offering my flask. “Let me tell you about Jesus. Drink His water and you’ll never thirst again…” The man flung the precious […]Read more "Friday Fictioneers – “Zao”"
“I did it, Father… I chopped down your cherry tree.” Washington gazed with misty eyes at the place where his father’s beloved tree had once stood. Now it was but a lifeless stump, but it set his mind ablaze with memories. His wife laid a gentle hand on his shoulder. “They want you […]Read more "Friday Fictioneers – “Honest Path”"
Marian watched, transfixed, as the train roared past. So many people…all with a specific destination. “What’s my destination?” she mused to herself. “Where am I going?” She had asked herself this question since her early years, and her mind never hesitated to supply her with hundreds of possibilities. Sometimes she even ventured out […]Read more "Friday Fictioneers – “The Plague”"
A lifetime of dreams – burned to ash. The Union soldiers had left nothing but unforgiving flames in their wake. How cruel to be named Charlotte, meaning “tiny and feminine.” I certainly felt tiny as I watched our beautiful house burn, as my younger brother and I picked up the pieces…alone. “Look!” Ashton […]Read more "Friday Fictioneers – “Rose”"
Engineer’s Log 4027-B: Wandering aimlessly through outer space has a way of messing with your head… It’s been seven weeks, three days since Odyssey XIV was struck by a meteorite and lost pressurization. Yep…I’m counting. I keep wondering, “Why me?” Why was I the only one suited up– the only one to survive? […]Read more "Friday Fictioneers – “Blind Faith”"
Guang’s head smacked against the concrete floor. His face was bruised and bleeding, and his bones cracked as the prison guards kicked him viciously. “Tell us a story now, Pastor!” One guard spat, as if ridding his tongue of a sour taste. As his vision blurred, Guang noticed a light switch on the […]Read more "Friday Fictioneers – “Unstoppable Light”"
Hair tousled from another sleepless night, George stared past his youthful reflection and gazed at the cold, gray world outside. His eyes brimmed with sorrow as they fell on a boy in the street, hungry and covered in grime. And here he was. Warm. Comfortable. “I’m just one man,” he mused. “Could I […]Read more "Friday Fictioneers – “The Resolution”"
The underbelly of the slave ship was dark and foul. The hushed silence was broken only by the clanking of chains as someone shifted uncomfortably. “We’ll die here,” I sobbed. My father wagged a bony finger. “Nah,” he murmured. “This ain’t the end of the road. Just a ticket to the New World.” […]Read more "Friday Fictioneers – “Two-Point Perspective”"