Friday Fictioneers 5-28-2021


“Don’t jump, Harold!”

Harold flipped red wings.

Spencer swung his way up, shooting out a sticky strand of web which wrapped around Harold.

“Oh, for creatures sake,” Harold said, attempting to flick his glued-down wings, “Spencer!”

The spider turned around. “What?”

“I wasn’t going to jump. I was going to fly!”

“Thank goodness, I saved you!”

“What? I have wings, Spencer. I’m a flying bug!”

“What? Oh…I forgot.”

He always forgot.

Spencer looked so ashamed, however, Harold relented – as always. “It’s all right. Just get this sticky web off me.”

Question For The Week 4-29-2021

Do you have any pet peeves?

Don’t we all? My biggest pet peeve is small and rather silly, bit it still burns me every time. It is when people go in the Exit Door and Out the Entrance Door. Really people? They are plainly marked. Most of you can read. What’s the problem?

See, silly, but…. it’s a pet peeve. I think pet peeves are supposed to be silly. Little things in life that, while not important in the overall picture, irritate us for no reason. I mean, really? What does it matter which door you use to enter or exit Walmart? Both accomplish the same thing.

It just seems to me this silly little dilemma speaks to a more important topic in our lives. People don’t care anymore. Maybe it doesn’t matter, but it is the right way to enter and exit. Nobody cares if I have to wait to enter the store because they are leaving through the entrance with two carts of stuff and five wild kids.

Okay, that is an exaggeration, but you get the picture. I hope.

What is your pet peeve, silly or not?

Response JSW 4-5-2021

The JSW Challenge is open to anybody who wishes to participate. Using the writing prompt, write a flash fiction no longer than 200 words and post to your page. The Challenge starts on Monday and runs through Sunday each week. Please remember to link your story back to this post so everyone can read your entry.

I dropped my head, groaning. Why couldn’t one day, just one day, with him be normal?

“You seem unhappy.”

“To say the least.”

“Why are you unhappy?”

“Because you just shot our chance of being normal.”

“They weren’t going to think we were normal anyway.”

“But you didn’t have to go drop fire on their heads?”

“Why not it was pretty.”


“Look, idiot, pretty doesn’t keep us alive. Pretty doesn’t help us blend in with the normal folk.”

“Why would you want to blend in?” he asked.

I could see he was truly curious. “Because I want to live for one thing. And I’d like a normal life like any normal being.”

“Not all that it stacks up to be.”

“I don’t care,” I screamed. “I want to be normal.”

He was silent for a long time, watching the burning village in the valley below. “I’m sorry. I’d take it back if I could.”

“Humph. Little good that does us now.”


“Well, let’s move on before they start to look for us.” It didn’t any good to get angry at him. As much as he said sorry, he really didn’t understand the meaning of the word. He thought just saying sorry made all things better.

He followed me back down the hill and away.

“But can you please not drop fire down on the next village?”


“Can you?”


“No what?”

“I can’t drop fire on the next village.”

“Good. Now that’s settled, let’s hope we find another village soon.”

We trotted away, tails wagging, hoping we’d find a master over the next hill.