Quote For The Day 6-25-2017

“Heroes know that things must happen when it is time for them to happen. A quest may not simply be abandoned; unicorns may go unrescued for a long time, but not forever; a happy ending cannot come in the middle of the story.”
Peter S. Beagle, The Last Unicorn

Friday Fictioneers 3-10-2017



PHOTO PROMPT © Shaktiki Sharma

Friday Fictioneers

“Closer, move him closer,” Jacs whispered.

“I’ve got it!”

“So move him closer.”


Which he did for about five seconds. “I can’t hear.”

“Well,” Tim whispered, “if you’d just shut up and let me work…..”


Another five seconds.



“You are the only person I know who can shout in a whisper.”

Tim ignored him, jumping the grasshopper inside the door.

“Oh, look, a grasshopper.” Female. Footsteps like thunder.

“Crap!” in unison.

The woman tossed the grasshopper out.

“Thank god. If the BugsMilitaryListeningDevice prototype had been destroyed, we’d be in deep you-know-what!”

But it hadn’t.





PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields


I can only know you, he said, if I’m inside
And so he crawled in,
My legs spread like a sprawling giraffe.
I am in you.
I am in you.
Like clouds on the sun,
Shadows pretending rain.
When he found nothing
He crawled out,
Walked away without
A word of



The challenge for Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner will open early Thursday morning, January 12th. Allow the prompt to take you anywhere you want to go! (Limit your stories to 200 words.)

This challenge is open until 11:00 pm Wednesday night, January 18th, 2017.

Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner


The statue of Man faced the building, across a paved courtyard, like an omen. An omen for what, he wasn’t sure. Maybe it was the statue’s blank eyes or the glass facade of the building, but he actually hesitated. Not for long, but long enough.

Hands in pants pockets, he regarded both, statue and building. He’d learned to trust his instincts: they were shouting at him to walk away. Why?

He didn’t take walking away lightly. In his price range, it wasn’t wise. Still, stepping back to wait for another opportunity was acceptable. He had no interest in returning payment, but neither was he going to turn stupid and miss the chance to spend the money.

He dialed a number on a cell he’d soon throw away. “Carter. You checked the Client?” Of course, he had, but asking never hurt. And asking would tell Carter things he didn’t want to put into words while in public.

“Don’t I always? The money’s good; it’s in the bank.”

“Look again. Deeper.”

“Davis?” A pause. “Okay.”

Davis looked at the statue once more – the building – and walked away.