for friday fictioneers 100-word challenge 10 October 2014
Note: This is going to be my last post for a little bit, as I’ll be very busy in the coming weeks. I’ll be back sometime in November.
Photo Credit: Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
Abby was what I remember from those wonder years, and then of course the Beatles.
She was the girl in my second grade class. The first time I saw her, I was in love although I didn’t know what love was then.
One Valentine’s day, I asked mom for money to buy Abby a card, but she refused saying I was too young for such things.
I remember Abby’s sudden passing. It was the day the music died in me.
All through adulthood, I bought them girls Valentine’s cards and stuff. Funny, but the one I couldn’t forget was Abby who never got a card.
i live in an unincorporated town in northern california known as the birthplace of metallica bassist cliff burton. over the years, it has been converted into a bedroom community by transplants like me. in other words, it’s a place where you go home to sleep.
if there’s a major complaint about the transplants, it’s their seeming lack of community engagement. but who can blame them? with mortgage so high, they sometimes need 3 jobs to keep up with the monthly payments, leaving them less time to socialize or participate in local events.
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For Friday Fictioneers 100-word challenge 3 October 2014
Note: This story was inspired by current events in northern Iraq. The evil that men do in the name of Islam is giving it a bad reputation it doesn’t deserve.
Photo Credit: Kent Bonham
It was past noon when the Army of God came to the village. The men and the boys were executed. The women and the girls were kept in a safe house as spoils of war.
Mariam recognized the man in charge as the kindly gentleman who used to give out lollipops in their neighborhood.
“I’ll spare you and your sisters,” he said one night, “just be nice to me.”
He then took Mariam to his room and began to undress her.
“Please, sir, no,” she meekly protested.
In another room, Mariam’s sisters were asleep totally unaware of her muffled cries.