Space Junk

It’s Friday again already! Or is it finally? Probably feels like both. Either way, it’s time again for Friday Fictioneers! As always, a special thank you to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, who provides the prompts each week, and thanks too to Sandra Cook, who gave us this week’s photo. Want to read more story responses to this prompt? Find them here. Enjoy!

Copyright: Sandra Cook

Copyright: Sandra Cook

Space Junk

Space Station Nue Vista, Year 2567

“Ash, tell me again why we’re down here? It’s filthy. Zed’s nose crinkled as he looked around the dim chutes of rubbish surrounding them. “And it stinks.”

“Stop being such a baby. I told you, there are valuable things down here. Stuff from Earth One.” Ashlin continued rummaging in the mountains of garbage.

“Don’t be ridiculous. All that stuff was incinerated ages ago.”

“Not in these chutes.”

Zed snorted. “How did you even find out about these anyway?”

The sudden piercing wail of the alarm stopped her from answering. “Time to go!” she yelled.

Frozen Heart

Hello Readers. Long time no see. It was a long, busy November that ended with my grandma passing away, and frankly, I just didn’t feel like writing. But I’m trying to get back into the groove, and I can think of no better way of doing that than Friday Fictioneers! As always, we have our lovely leader Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, who never fails to provide us writers with a prompt. This week we thank Janet Webb for the photo. Enjoy the story!

Copyright: Janet Webb.

Copyright: Janet Webb.

Frozen Heart

Ivan wasn’t sure which was colder: the wind ripping across his exposed cheeks or the cold glare the Ice Queen was currently giving him. The corners of her eyes narrowed and her lips curled.

“You were foolish to come here, Ivan,” she snarled.

He gave her a crooked grin. “I told you I’d be back, Nadia.”

A gust of ice filled wind ripped past him, cutting his face. Ivan reached up to touch the blood on his cheek.

“I warned you what would happen if you did.”

“I love you!”

The Ice Queen paused. “Perhaps you used to. No longer.”

A Comic Adventure

This past Saturday, my boyfriend Ryan and I went to the Mid-Ohio Comic Con.

This year we attended as Beast Boy and Ravenmembers of the DC Comics superhero team, the Teen Titans. Ryan decided to put a slight spin on his Beast Boy and go as Vacation Beast Boy, from the movie Trouble in Tokyo. I’m not sure if many people got the reference, but we did and that’s all that matters, really.

The best part of the Con, in my opinion, is dressing up and seeing all the other awesome costumes. There’s nothing cooler than walking into a room full of superheroes and villains and characters right out of fairy tales and myth.

Ryan and I, as Beast  Boy and Raven

Ryan and I, as Beast Boy and Raven

It’s also pretty cool having everyone recognize you and stop you for pictures, or being super excited because you are their favorite character! Then there are artists, panels about all your favorite comic books, video games, characters and so much more, as well as meet and greets, merchandise, and of course, loads and loads of comic books. I snagged some pretty sweet graphic novels about J. R. R. Tolkien’s The Hobbit, a few new pieces of art for my walls (including an adorable drawing of juvenile Lois Lane and Clark Kent) and some Lego figurines for my siblings (who absolutely LOVED them. Score one for me!)

If you’ve never been to a Comic Con, and have any interest whatsoever in superheroes, comic books, the onslaught of Marvel and DC movies or the like, I highly recommend giving it a go. I hope you’ll have as much fun as we did! I can’t wait for next year. I’m already thinking about my next cosplay…

Lazy or Contrary?

Happy late Friday! The day is almost over, but it’s not too late for Friday Fictioneers! As always, special thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, who provides us with these weekly prompts. Today’s photo credit is due to Douglas M. MacIlroy. Enjoy my story for the week. And if that’s not enough, be sure to stop by and check out these other awesome entries here!

Copyright: Douglas M. MacIlroy.

Copyright: Douglas M. MacIlroy.

Lazy or Contrary?

“Why aren’t you drawing, Josef?”

I rolled my eyes. Teachers asked the stupidest questions sometimes.

I shrugged and turned up the music on my iPod. Ms. Carlee sighed. I wasn’t sure why she acted so disappointed. We repeated this conversation every art class since Gran made me start taking them when summer started.

I actually liked drawing. My only mistake was sharing that with Gran, who seemed to think I needed to “hone my skills” with lessons.

“You have talent, Josef. Use it,” she told me nearly everyday.

I flicked my pencil across the desk. I’ll draw on my time.


Happy Saturday, Readers! Sorry I was away yesterday for Friday Fictioneers, but I’ve still got a story for you. This week’s photo is graciously supplied by our very own leader, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Enjoy my little tale, then check out some other awesome responses to this photo here.

Copyright: Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Copyright: Rochelle Wisoff-Fields


“Reyna, I know you’re in here. Come out, my little Songbird.”

Reyna nestled further back under the keyboard, next to the warm hum of the power cords. She knew she wasn’t supposed to be in Daddy’s music room, but something about the cluttered little room that smelled of dust and valve oil made her feel inspired.

She pulled her composition book closer to her chest.

Footsteps sounded to her right and suddenly her father’s smiling face was peeking under the keyboard. “Writing again? You have more songs in your head than I could dream up in a lifetime.”

Reyna smiled.


*Note: I may or may not have named my character in this story Reyna because I just finished reading Rick Riordan’s Blood of Olympus and I’m still processing my feels.

Those Birds Are Not For Eating

Happy Friday, Readers! Welcome to the ever-exciting, Friday Fictioneers, led by the wonderful Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. This week’s photo is provided by Kent Bonham. As promised, I’ve gone with a happier tone this week and brought back some familiar characters. Enjoy!

Copyright: Kent Bonham.

Copyright: Kent Bonham.

Those Birds Are Not For Eating

“Grumpkin is eating my birds,” Sonia announced as she marched into Hal’s room without knocking. Hal jumped then groaned as ink spread over the field notes he had been copying. Two hours of work. Wasted. He glanced at the little troll sitting peacefully in the corner.

“Where’s your proof?”

“He’s a troll. I don’t need proof,” Sonia snapped.

“Yes you do. Grumpkin knows better.”

“I don’t think so”, Sonia started, but suddenly Grumpkin interrupted.

“Birds not for eating. Cats eat birds, so Grumpkin eats cats.” He grinned toothily.

Hal snorted. “See? Told you Grumpkin didn’t eat your birds.”

Sonia screamed.

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Want more? Check out some other great stories inspired by this photo here.


Late again! I swear I am going to get better about posting on time for this thing…

Anyway, if all of you lovely readers will forgive me for my tardiness, here is my Friday Fictioneers for last week!

A special thank you to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for providing the prompt and to Marie Gail Stratford for providing this week’s photo.

Copyright: Marie Gail Stratford

Copyright: Marie Gail Stratford


Carolina stood in their wine cellar, staring at the sunlight streaming through the multicolored bottles. Her left hand crossed her chest and held onto her shoulder while she idly traced circles on her stomach with her right hand.

“What are you thinking, Carolina?” Her husband’s voice was soft in her ear as he walked up behind her.

She didn’t answer. Instead, a single tear slid down her cheek as she turned to face her husband.

“Oh my darling,” he said, gathering her in his arms. “We’ll try again as soon as the doctor says you’re well enough.”

More tears fell.