Tag Archives: Fiction Writing

The moon is dark. The wolves are quiet. Makes for an eerie feeling.

He is the man who never plans for anything. Just wings it, and he is fine with that.

He’s known as the “I said it, but I didn’t say it” guy.

Whenever he has anything to say, he rambles like a babbling brook.

The prophet loves to spread his doom and gloom, while imbibing with a bottle of his favorite whiskey.

His daily regimen of 30 some odd years for lunch is, baloney and cheese with mustard on wheat. He never believed in having anything different.

He is known as the master of manipulation.

She only ate toast on Tuesdays and Thursdays. The reason is, both days begin with the letter “T.”

She is standing on the railing of the fourth floor balcony, threatening to jump. A passerby, who actually knew her, looked up, and shouted up and asked, “what are you doing?” She replied, “its all over, so I’m going to end it all by jumping down to the ground.” He pleaded with her not to […]

There’s a group sitting in chairs, and a few others sprawled on the floor, are reading lines for a casting call. They all have hopes of getting the chance of acting in a Broadway play. In the end, it will be one male, and a female that will make the cut. Needless to say, there […]

The man tells me he has a real exciting job. “So, what do you do that excites you about your job?” He says, “splitting atoms using plastic cutlery.” I was dumb founded and speechless. After a minute or two, he asked me what I did for work. My reply, “cleaning up the bullshit people leave, […]

A way for him to enjoy peace and solitude, he likes to go for a sail on the calm, blue water.

His mind was playing tricks, due to a lack of sleep, and the strong black coffee wasn’t doing him any good. All he could do, is sit in his favorite chair, and stare out the window.

He said ”I’ve nothing to say, especially to you,” and off he went, into the dead of night.

The couple in the restaurant are sitting across from each, enjoying their meal and the conversation. She was very happy to be with him, and to make the evening more enjoyable, she took off one of her shoes, and with nylon clad foot, moved it up his leg very slowly, and it brought a smile. […]

Sitting passively at the window with her mug of tea, she knows that everything is right in her own little corner of the world.

Beware, he is on a mission, to find the culprit who stole his wallet.

Sitting at the bay window, with their warm mugs of coffee, the husband and wife of 40 plus years of marriage, are happily watching the children playing in the high snow banks. It brought big smiles, as they remembered when they did same exact thing. Cherished memories they will always have.

He talks from both sides of his mouth.

The elderly couple are at a complete loss, of what they see as of the blight of their once, and proud beautiful neighborhood. They both wished they had never came back, as it brought tears to their eyes.