Category Archives: Friday Fiction

Friday Fictioneers – End of the Line

The boardwalk was the end of the line. You didn’t have to tell people. They just knew. It was eerie standing at one end knowing that in the distance was the last stop. It was a place you would often … Continue reading

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Friday Fictioneers – Bastards

Photo thanks to janet webb.   That Janet M Webb is a stunning woman isn’t she? Without a doubt. I’m so pleased you asked me to come and see this exhibition. I knew you’d love it. Another drink? Please! What … Continue reading

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Friday Fictioneers – The Electric

My grandparents grew up when kerosene lamps were the only form of lighting. When the electric arrived their old house became a beacon of light to all around. In their fascination they became hoarders of every form of lighting they … Continue reading

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Friday Fictioneers – Workhouse

This photo hangs in the town museum as a reminder of past enterprise in our town. What it doesn’t show is the hellhole the place was. We worked as slaves, heads down; no toilet breaks save for lunch and set … Continue reading

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Friday Fictioneers – Our Farm

Life was not easy. I never understood why grandad bought the block he did. Always on a lean could well have been our family motto. So I was born into the family’s burden of tending fields cut into the hill … Continue reading

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Friday Fictioneers – The Manor House

Our journey into the mist was marked by adventure. We knew that the Cat people lived in the misty forest. We knew they were not known for their hospitality. After driving an hour we encountered three figures standing in the … Continue reading

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Friday Fictioneers – Why?

I stand on the spot, near where you disappeared. I have never come to terms with why you did what you did. Was the pain so great that there was no other alternative? What about me? Did you consider me, … Continue reading

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