The lead character of the Gastar novellas meets King Stannis Baratheon and his trusted companions. Shevata leaned back in her chair inside her underworld office, frowning…
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Well I’m back from holiday, feeling refreshed and relaxed, so bring it on! I missed you all last week, and your stories.
It’s that time again when we Friday Fictioneers are sharpening our wits and our pencils, trying to come up with a suitable story to satisfy our…
A handsome young man appeared in her doorway. “My lady, I was told I could find you here.” His voice shook a little and he seemed shy.
When I refused Henry’s proposal, I know you were saddened as you wanted us to be sisters. My disposition would not have suited your brother and I believed the wedded state was not for me.
Almost A Family Genre: Fiction Word Count: 100 They stood facing each other in the bare, dimly lit room. ‘Do you want this?’ ‘Yes, they are…
Power. Power. Power. Power. Power. Power. To the State. To the masses. To the individual. For those who earn it. For those who take it. For…
In the early morning we claw at the overnight rubble and debris searching for the missing. The children are terrified, the women distraught. The angry and patriotic young men talk of taking up arms while their mothers weep.
I have been busy working on a tender document which has proved much more difficult than I ever imagined when agreeing to do it.
I started my blog exactly five years ago this weekend. I had been thinking about retirement as my husband had taken early retirement and wanted me to do the same. I had read reports in the press of the increasing numbers of people approaching retirement age, who wanted to carry on working, in some cases they just had to. I wasn’t ready to retire then and I’m not now, but I thought that I
I’m waiting at the station. Penny is late. We agreed to meet at 10.00 the train leaves at 10.15 and it’s now ten past. I fiddle with the strap of my overnight bag, I do not feel comfortable waiting here on my own, but it is something I have had to get used to. Being on my own. I thought Penny was different from the rest, she is such a good listener and always says the right thing. She bolsters my
The corner of Roy's mouth tipped up in a crooked grin as he looked around at Harry's latest pigsty. It was a Goldenwest singlewide. The natural wood grain was photographed veneer but glued nicely from floor to ceiling. Panel so thin it cracked from the sound of a loud fart. Harry's chihuahua, Halapeeno, had done a keen job on the carpet. He liked to dig and since Harry didn't
The nightmares never end... Blake says I was only dreaming, that the Monster isn’t real. My screams woke him, and shattered the silence of the night.
Genre: Historical Fiction | Word Count: 100 - Memories of Another Life... The Guardian watches us. I slip through the gate unobserved; a delicious taste of freedom, though confrontation will follow. Fading memories of childhood brought hope to years of waiting. There was love and laughter in that other life I lived. Did they ever stop searching for me? Did they ever forget me?
Our fabulous group achieved recognition by WordPress – the comment I liked best - ‘We love Friday Fictioneers as much for the blogging bonds it cultivates as for the range and power of the stories it inspires.’ If you missed the post you can read it here. So pleased for Rochelle and for the whole group too, as it is always a good feeling when your work is admired. Back down to earth now, my story this week