Friday-fictionettes Stories

I sell youth. All I ask in return is... access.

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?

It's amazing what you can see, if only you look at it from the right angle. And under the right lighting, of course.

It was time for them to move on, and they decided to make something of it.

Maybe it's something in the air.

The things they'll get up to while your back is turned...

Regrettable dudes. You can only go so long as a woman in this world without encountering one. What's so sad is how preventable they are...

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

The next morning, all the off-switches stopped working, which turned out to be a worse anomaly than all the previous ones put together.

Shut up and patriot harder!

How do you define "home"?

The other side isn't nearly as magical and exciting as the rumors make it out to be, believe me. After all, I should know.

You made your traveling companion; now you have to share a seat with it.

Your condition has become impossible to ignore. You wish the same could be said for yourself.

No one gets to choose how they feel--but it seems unfair that someone else should get to choose how I'm going to feel.

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

Not your usual hostile takeover. (A bonus fictionette which continues where "...BRIGHT SMILES!" left off.)

Envy is where all the trouble starts.

It was obvious to Coach Curtis what the rutabagas were doing the moment he stumbled into their field.