Category: Friday Fiction

“Whadya think she’s doing now?” said Murfe as he stirred the pot of beans over the campfire. The fire hissed and crackled, tongues of flame licking the blackened pot. Murfe had his ten-gallon hat strapped crooked on his head. He belched, and the flames rose higher as if he had thrown lighter fluid into the…… Continue reading Friday Fiction: Beast of the Nature

Day 1 We set up camp in the parlor, under the big tree. Cold drafts came in from all directions, including the hole we came through, making the air frigid and hostile. Luckily, a layer of velvet fabric lined the bottom of the tree, acting as a gigantic blanket for us. Jupe noticed the cat…… Continue reading Friday Fiction: The Peanut Thieves

The old battered door on the second floor stood guard to the unused storage hall rooms for years. The white paint chips fell off one by one until many holiday seasons worth lay in piles on the scrappy orange carpet. No one who currently worked in the store knew what lay beyond. The few who…… Continue reading Friday Fiction: Beyond the Storage Hall Door

A Scarecrow’s Murder The crows were not scared of Gregory. They flapped their wings around his face and abdomen, shiny black wings blowing wind through his limbs, billowing his ragged peasant shirt and lace-up pants. The crows squatted on his shoulders and head, tearing out bits of straw from his body. They pecked at the…… Continue reading Friday Fiction: A Scarecrow’s Murder