Fridayfictionettes Stories

There's no planning it. It happens when it happens. And Murphy's Law says it'll happen at the most inconvenient time possible.

Slip-and-fall hazards do not begin to describe the liability issues this brewpub has to negotiate.

Haven't we already covered that whole "be careful what you wish for" thing? All right, then.

"This is a good lesson to people who cannot see the good luck of others, without coveting it for themselves." A. B. Mitford, Tales of Old Japan, vol. 1

It's been years, but I've still got it safe right here.

"Tell them," her mother had said.

It's all down to the fine print. Isn't it always?

You made your traveling companion; now you have to share a seat with it.

Things that have been buried should buried remain.

Mister Omega had retired, but he couldn't escape his reputation. Everyone wanted "just one more trick."

She realized that her dream had been a foretelling, her first since arriving here.

I feel the urge to write, to spill all of my blood over papers, building the empire of my sad madness from the flesh of my heart and the unfinished breaths of my soul. I...

Hearts' desires are neither immutable, safe, nor reliably wise, but sometimes they're the only sure compass you've got.

The city only came out at noon, and no one but Tabitha could see it.

It looked peaceful and inviting and far too perfect.

They don't do anything in secret. They count on us to let them get away with it. They know we don't have any choice.

Maybe it's something in the air.

Friday Fictionette for March 9, 2018. "There's nothing particularly unusual about dragon skeletons."

"I know bad ju-ju when I smell it."

From time to time, the Tree of Liberty must be fertilized with silicon dust.