Category: Friday Fictioneers
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RELEASED
Vince reached the familiar streets of the old industrial area. The factories lay silent and rusting. Sitting on the same bench he had used for forty years, he sat and had his lunch, looking at the workplace he had devoted the best years of his life to in the distance. A siren sounded, followed by…
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GRANDPA’S LUCKY SHOES
The black leather gleamed. It had taken a lot of scrubbing and polishing to restore them to this state. The nest of spiders in the toe of the right shoe was a nasty surprise. They slipped onto the withered feet with ease. ‘Why the old shoes?’ the undertaker’s assistant asked. ‘Family request. Apparently they were…
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#BREAD
‘OMGosh, Dad!’ Frank froze, knife with butter held over his bread. ‘What?’ ‘Your bread.’ Sophie pointed. He looked at the bread. ‘I know, it’s got a hole in it. It’s not the end of the world.’ He motioned the knife towards the bread. ‘Wait!’ shouted Sophie, hustling Frank out the way and snapping a picture…
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REBEL HELD
The jeep jolted over rough terrain. Phillips struggled to breathe under the thick gauze. His wrists ached where they were strapped together. *** ‘You’ll travel to Idlib. They’ll make contact, then take you to their base somewhere in the An-Nusayrirah mountains.’ ‘Seems awfully thin.’ Phillips said. ‘Our government thinks it’s a chance worth taking if…
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(VIRTUAL) REALITY
Danny stood in the remnants of the castle. ‘Put on your headset,’ the woman instructed him. He did so. Danny now saw the castle in it’s past glory. He could move around and see the world as it had once been. A loud blowing horn sounded. Someone yelled ‘We’re under attack.’ Danny felt a swish…
Iain Kelly 