Fictionette Stories

Things have a tendency fall apart, no matter how tightly you tie them together.

"Tell me about your other dreams." "What other dreams?"

It's easy to laugh. It's the first thing you learn. But you're old enough now to learn warnings.

This probably isn't allowed on company time. But then, so many things aren't.

They'd made her a promise. She was terrified that they'd keep it.

There's something about this town they don't talk about in the brochures. It's too sad, and you wouldn't believe it, anyway—not until the parade passes by.

How do you define "home"?

"Two Goddesses walk into a bar...." It sounds like a joke, but the bartender isn't laughing.

Reports indicate a possible feud between the head caretaker and the dead caretaker.

"Tell them," her mother had said.

She knew she had to have it. She'd go to any lengths to get it. She just didn't know why.

Things that have been buried should buried remain.

The Fictionette Freebie for February, 2019. "The corporation intended them to learn as they went. They shouldn't have been surprised."

"Alas, alas, if your old art teacher knew..."

It was a splendid outing, and nothing at all went wrong for anyone who mattered.

Magda led young Domden to face the last statue, the most important, the one that all children graduating into adulthood must name for themselves without benefit of prior...

He ran out of luck a long time before he got here.

It's not a game anymore.

When winning is everyone's responsibility, losing could be anyone's fault. Who let the team down this time?

"...the last few steps you'll have to take alone." (Shel Silverstein, "This Bridge")