Little wonder we stumble in life.


Friday Fictioneers – Europe

Nonno was waiting for me. He didn’t like to be kept waiting, yet still I trudged along the alley back to his house. I couldn’t help it; my heart was broken.

It felt like gravity was trying to drag me to the ground, eager to see my pain. Damn gravity. But I wasn’t going to give in to it. The only reason I had come here was to try to escape, to forget it all.

It was useless. Beautiful as this place was, it didn’t ease the pain. The white walls looked like painted dirt, and the dirty ground looked like a stained carpet. There was no beauty here.


Friday Fictioneers – Peace and Chaos

She stepped up the stone staircase, looking around in appreciation. “It’s beautiful here, so peaceful…”

“Yeah, but it’s usually packed for the autumn viewing festival. Glad it’s summer. And for this shade.”

She looked back at Sandra. “What’s the autumn viewing festival?”

“You haven’t heard of it? In autumn, when the leaves turn different colours, Japanese flock from all around to sit under the autumn trees and see them. It’s usually chaos trying to find a spot. If you don’t plan, you might have to try several different parks.”

“Wow. I can’t imagine chaos in this place.”

“Come back in autumn,” said Sandra.

I’ve been looking for an excuse to go back to the Friday Fictioneers.


One Lovely Blog Award – Nominee!

I’ve heard of this. Though I am shocked (but pleased) that I was nominated. So thank you, sphrbn!


Here are the rules of this award:

1. I need to thank the person who nominated me.

2. Share 7 things about myself that you still may not know

3. Nominate 15 bloggers.

4. Notify the nominees that I have done so.

5. Put the logo of the award on my blog site.

And now here are 7 things that you probably don’t know about me;

1. I studied Japanese for three years in high school, and then another was tutored in it, but I don’t count that last year, because I don’t think it kept me up to the same speed.

2. I started writing fiction when I was fourteen, but I sucked back then. I just didn’t quit.

3. I have been moving houses since I was kid, as my family has never owned any of the places we lived. I never minded leaving people behind, unlike my polar-opposite sister.

4. I have attended around seven schools in my lifetime.

5. I always wanted to learn surfing in Australia, but my first surfing lesson was in Hawaii.

6. I’m half-American, but I often joke about America, preferring my Australian heritage.

7. I prefer having a fake tree on Christmas, because I think the tradition of cutting down real trees is damaging to the environment and I hate the smell of fresh pine.

My Nominees are:

Only Fragments

I Think In Comics

Kristen Lamb

Ambler Angel

Madison Woods

the news with nipples


Photo Lord

Classic Confusion


Mikalee Byerman


Sarcasm Society


fossils and shit


Friday Fictioneers – Wash It Away.

She limped toward the emergency tank attached to the window. She turned the tap.

She winced, squeezing her eyes closed as she waited for the blood to wash away. She tried to ignore the stinging and the noise still echoing the attack.

He’d gone off the deep end. He’d never done this before, but this was the last straw. She had to leave this farm, she had to get into the car and drive to a hospital. Maybe she could stay with her mother. But first she had to escape him.

The door slammed open, cross-hatched metal clanging loudly.


Prompt for Friday Fictioneers.


Friday Fictioneers – Heard It Through the Grapevine

The light was fading. It was late afternoon, and soon the daylight would turn to evening.

Robert stopped what he was doing, wiping his hands on the hand towel, and headed out the back door. Where was Angela? He thought then remembered where the last place she had been was picking grapes. He made a beeline for the grapevine.

He froze.

He heard it before he saw it, muffled voices, moans. His heart pounded in his ears, his body grew stiff. He ran, dodging through vines towards the sound. It couldn’t be what it sounded like…

It was. Angela and Nicolas. His vision went red.

For Friday Fictioneers.


Friday Fictioneers – Crow


The landscape was clear, stripped, and the only remote sign of life was the jet black crow in a lone, crumbling tree. It’s call resounded loudly in the empty expanse, seeming to echo the lifeless soul of this place.

It raised its wings above it, ready to take off and leave this desolate place. There was nothing here to live off, no reason to stay, just idly flapping its wings for a moment. It looked out of the landscape, trying to get its bearings. It didn’t want to waste its energy on a fruitless journey.

Finally finding a route, it took off to the north.

It’s been awhile since I did Friday Fictioneers. Glad to be back.


Friday Fictioneers – Moth Town

In the post-apocalyptic town of Monterey, the air is heavy and the heat is throbbing. All humans here have suffered the consequences of their actions.

The first of the moths land on the sides of buildings. Humans are long gone from these man-made structures, and there’s plenty of spoil on display behind solid windows. There is a particularly strong smell coming off of a local McDonald’s, and it’s not the smell of chips frying or burgers grilling.

The news reporters rolled into town…

It’s a big story. How one town went from thousands of people to none. How global warming wiped out one particularly prone town and we all were next.

You know the drill. Madison Woods‘ blog.


Friday Fictioneers – Rainbows

“It’s like a gay wonderland, isn’t it?”

“What do you mean?” I turned, shocked.

“Well, look,” he pointed out the rainbow. “It’s like it was made for me.”

“Oh,” I said blankly, unmoved. “Okay…” Did that mean he was gay, or… God, I hoped he meant happy. My loins twitched.

He ran out into the clearing. Okay, so he didn’t like bushwalks. But did he really have to look so gay? It made me nervous. I walked slowly after him.

“Come on, Matt, don’t be such a stiff!” he called back to me.

I had to repress a shudder. Telling your mate you’re gay then making jokes is not cool.

Prompt from Madison Woods‘ blog.


Friday Fictioneers – The Night

A giant flashlight shines through the black sky and dirty clouds. It was like a beacon of hope to those of us way down here, twiddling our thumbs, waiting for the world to listen to our pleas.

The flood is rising. Those of us still left alive might not be far away from death now. The trees stretching above us might be higher ground enough. But the pressure of the waters might also be enough to knock them off their roots.

I don’t want to be there when all those trees are there to help me drown. But I know I’m not the only one.

From Madison Woods‘ blog.

Inspiration has struck twice! Here’s my second piece:

Cars whizzed by in the city as the eclipse began. People pass in the streets, in coffee shops, museums, workplaces, back and forth as though it were just a normal day.

Gone in centuries are the days when humans would gather together in numbers just to watch a solar eclipse with their protective equipment.

Now there is nothing to look at; without the moon completely blotting out the sun, it’s just as though the clouds have passed over, with no majesty in it at all. The moon has just grown too distant, interest has gone stale.

Now the only ones who look are the children, pointing upwards in curiosity before their parents pull them along disapprovingly.


Friday Fictioneers – Suicide Shed

She went to examine the shed. It looked clean.

Of course, it was a mess, breaking down from the stress of years out in these conditions. But it was clean.

And to think, just last night her life had been shattered by what she had found there; her sister had died. More than died, committed suicide.

She had bawled her eyes out over it, cried an impossible amount of tears, cried until she had no tears left.

And then she had cleaned it all up, somehow. She didn’t want her sister’s memory tainted, and she didn’t want them to know the undignified way she had gone, all because of him.

From Madison Woods‘ blog.