Fridayfictionettes Stories

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

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

If you gaze long enough into an abyss, you had better be prepared to run.

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

There's no planning it. It happens when it happens. And Murphy's Law says it'll happen at the most inconvenient time possible.

Even if it's summertime, you're going to need your coat. And all the self-restraint you can muster.

When hope is the only thing left to keep you going, that's when it's time to grow wings.

Is it worth dying to keep it? Is it worth living without it?

It's all down to the fine print. Isn't it always?

But you're never told what would have happened. And the important moments never announce themselves except in the rearview mirror.

Things that have been buried should buried remain.

This is a creation myth the birds tell each other. It's as likely to be right as anyone else's.

This sort of conversation happens periodically in the valley. Nothing ever comes of it.

Envy is where all the trouble starts.

Granted, if characters started acting reasonably, fairy tales would be a whole lot shorter.

He had the power and the wealth to command any pleasure, and the result was that all life's pleasures had begun to pall.

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

No one remembers the diamonds anymore. Only me.

One day they'll be the starring characters in the snowpocalypse. Until then, there will be time for brief, petty squabbles on long, sunny afternoon hikes.

She realized that her dream had been a foretelling, her first since arriving here.