Lost – Friday Fictioneers

Posted on May 4, 2017 by Dale | 100 Comments

Hello my Readers! Welcome to Friday Fictioneers on a Thursday. Couldn’t get my story onto paper, so to speak yesterday and had to rush off to work. It ended up being a very long day so there was nothing happening in my brain last night, that’s for sure. A little note to ya’all: I’ll be a little slow in reading your fabulous stories as I’m back to working full-time, doing crazy hours. I will do my best till I find a new rhythm!

Before I leave you with my submission, I wish to thank Rochelle for being the best cat-herder ever in keeping this motley crew in line week after week. Thank you to Sandra Crook for a most lovely photo this week. For those of you who would like to join our club, please click on Rochelle’s name for the dos and don’ts. If you are not quite yet ready to add your two cents’ worth but would like to read more stories, please click on the blue frog!

Lost

It definitely looked beautiful from the outside. But let’s face it, appearances are not always what they seem. What looked fabulous to the outsider could contain a reality far from fabulous. I needed to change my inner truth. My nerves were beyond frayed at this point. Hopefully not beyond repair. I needed to get away and reclaim myself, find peace. Peace. What the hell was that? I don’t know when I lost it. Did I ever have it? Maybe all this time I had been blind to my truth.

Welcome to our Asylum, Ma’am. We are here to help you.

Thoughts Become Things – Friday Fictioneers

Posted on January 4, 2017 by Dale | 70 Comments

First Friday Fictioneers of the Year! Yes, folks, it is Wednesday so, confusing for our Newbies, it means we get our photo for our story, which most of us try to post before Friday. Just to confuse. This wonderful photo that made me scratch my head was provided by Sandra Crook, wonderful author and photographer. Rochelle, from Addicted to Purple, our ever-diligent facilitator, writer, author, wonderful person, sure knows how to pick ’em! I’m no longer indicating my word count because, frankly, I always make sure it stands at exactly 100! 😉 As for the genre… well… let us not give too many hints, eh?

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Did a little tweaking to clarify this was an exchange between father and daugter…

Thoughts Become Things

What is that incessant grinding sound?

It’s me, thinking! Got such great thoughts you can hear me think!

You are so ridiculous!

No, seriously, my brain is going non-stop: things to do, people to see, places to visit… anything but stay here on this dead-end farm.

There is nothing dead-end here, my dear. We provide necessary food to our neighbours. We are worthy.

Maybe, but it is so boring to me. I’m dying here. Same thing, every day. Same people, every day. All old, nothing new.

He looked at her, eyes filled with sadness. He’d have to let his daughter go.

Breaking Infinity – Friday Fictioneers

Posted on February 18, 2016 by Dale | 77 Comments

So… I couldn’t get my thoughts in line for Wednesday so here I am on a Thursday evening, presenting my Friday Fictioneers story. Funny how you can come up with a title and an idea and then once your fingers hit the keyboard, they go off in a totally different direction. Had to change my title as it no longer applied. I think that was the hardest part! Oh well… Welcome to the craziness that is Friday Fictioneers, as always, hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields of Addicted to Purple, author, artist, sound-bite fiction expert… And this week’s photo is none other than our Sandra Crook, another fabulous and published author. I feel that by surrounding myself with all these talented people, they will rub off on me…

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