Category: Friday Fictioneers
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STOLEN WEEKEND
Hustle and bustle. Amongst it all I sit alone. Many come and go: commuters, tourists, pleasure seekers and shoppers. Smiling faces and laughter, serious looks with purposeful strides, blank expressions and automatic motions: all accumulate into the life of the station. The whistle signals an arrival. Her arrival. Loud squealing brakes and steam fill the…
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CERTAIN UNALIENABLE RIGHTS
Rodney asked him to watch his pretzel cart while he took a break. It was another humid night. Larry sat on the wall and rested his weary feet. He looked up at the statue with the Rockefeller building behind it. A huge white face with white hands covering the eyes. Ain’t that the truth, Larry…
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DALE SOLVES THE ENERGY CRISIS
The initial idea had been so simple. Now it was a reality. Dale stood before her innovation. Three giant prongs extending into the sky. The metal forks would extract moisture from the atmosphere and turn it into electricity. She proudly hit the switch to turn it on. *** It took Montreal months to recover from…
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NOSTALGIA CAFE
‘What’s that?’ Jessie pointed outside at the stars and stripes fluttering on the flagpole. ‘That used to mean something.’ ‘I like the colours, it’s pretty.’ ‘It sure was. Ready for your food?’ ‘I can’t wait to try it. You used to eat these ‘hot dogs’ all the time, Gramps?’ ‘And burgers, chips, pizza.’ ‘This food…
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BOX OFFICE
She was box office. She was advertising revenue, hits online, gossip column gold. The more turbulent her private life, the more she was worth. Sex scandal followed drug rehab, relationship turmoil ran concurrent to family fall-outs. All of it was box office. Imagine then what they will make of this. Conspiracy theories will abound. The…
Iain Kelly 