WRITING|GROWTH
Fiction Friday Served Hot And Fresh For You To Devour
I was starving for fiction and thought I’d satisfy my appetite along with yours
I’m here to serve up some delicious and nutritious morsels in the form of literary food for your mind, body and emotions (count your soul in as well, if you believe you have one).
At the bottom of this story are links to help those who care to delved more into my reason behind my newfound focus on fiction.
If you’d like to contribute to the publication Pure Fiction that I co-edit alongside JA Vassili, there is a link to a story that will go over what we do, what Pure Fiction’s about and how you can submit your fiction.
We just started 2 months ago and have had a wide variety of stories- all of which have been inspiring and intriguing to me in some way.
Thank you to all who have submitted and contributed!
(There is talk of a “Pure Fiction Challenge” coming soon…)
Here are some excerpts from a wide range of stories that have been published over the past month or so.
(In chronological order)
JA Vassili — I write fiction and non-fiction. I write what I want to read; I read what I want to write. I’ve been at it since I was a kid; I’ll be at it when I’m ancient.
Kia got on the train at Frontenac. The train was late and she was cold. A tall scraggy man with hands stuck deep in his coat pockets was standing close, staring, watching, so she stepped on quickly when the door slid open. The man stepped on close behind her and stayed close behind her. She moved through the cabin hoping he’d sit down and let her move on alone. But he stayed close to her, lock step with her. She concentrated on not looking up. Not initiating in any way. Fuming and alert she hurried. She could almost feel his breath on the back of her neck.
MN — Create, Compose traversing subject and medium. To new beginnings, journeys, destinations and the wonderful beings we meet along the way!
“Excuse me sir, you’re next…Hey cell phone!”
The laughter was enough to distract me, causing me to look up. Once I realized there was empty expanse between me and the counter I chuckled to myself in laughing at myself. I quickly made my way up to the counter to order.
“‘Cell Phone?’ Pretty brutal, don’t you think?” I ask. No sooner had the words left my lips did I realize that the young barista thought me serious. She began to stutter in apology, making me feel like a fool.
Tess Obenauf — Hmmm…let me sift through my talent file here: faerie ambassador, magic maestro, mental health advocate, fun finder, adventure-maker. Serious? Yep, that also.
I needed Mama to know I paid attention and did my own learning. I lived for the opportunities to show her how strong and grown-up I was becoming.
One day, as I was laying on the floor near her feet, one of my younger brothers came barreling into the room, howling like a banshee and sobbing over a small cut on his finger. Standing up to get in on the action, I could see it wasn’t but a small prick from a thorn. I watched Mama, expecting to see her brush it off and send him out the door again.
Lawson Wallace — 62-year-old married guy, I have been writing stories for years, but never submitted or published anything. I write about my successes and failures, everything
He left the apartment and found his way to Colorado Boulevard. It was a surreal experience. The Boulevard was quiet, there were no other pedestrians, and there were few cars.
Richard shivered as he walked, the sky was cloudy with the snow that was hours away. Richard’s funk was shattered by the sound of squealing brakes and crunching metal.
Richard wasn’t the only one drunk that night
F. Leonora Solomon — top writer fiction|short story|gaming. http://fdotleonora.com. head smutstress @ http://reddit.com/r/sexysmut. curious human.
But Maia was far from that now, the sun was not even up yet, and she was headed to the office. She was a few blocks from the express bus–she had moved to taking it when she moved to this part of Brooklyn. A fierce subway rider for almost her entire life, the stories she could tell about her practically subterranean life made her more prolific than Scheherazade. Including the time she participated in a threesome without her consent. The couple next to her went at it so hard they were pressed up against her and did not even notice. Maia braced herself. She had left the guy she wanted to go home with at the bar, him never being the wiser, but she was getting action vicariously through that exceptionally amorous couple.
Amanda Gravely — I am a fiction writer who loves to write fantasy and romance. Check out my western romance book, Tangled Up In Love, https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07YRFH37N
Luke shrugged his shoulders. “That’s what the map says.” He folded the paper and shoved it in his pocket, then he picked up his backpack and headed off.
Mark shook his head but grabbed his pack and followed along. He drew his brows together as he watched Luke hack away at the brush that blocked their path. “I didn’t know you brought that thing along.”
”This?” Luke held up the machete. “Of course I brought it. We were going in the woods, so I thought it would be a good idea just in case we ran into something like this.”
It had been a week since Alberto first felt that sharp pain, and each day since, that pain would return. Each time, the knife was being stuck right in the same part of his gut, now sore from the trauma. He was back at his computer in his living room when the pain returned to him once more with a vengeance. He tried his usual response, which was routine to him now, folding his body forward and putting his hand over the pain, expecting it to go away like it always did. But this time it didn’t. This time it stayed, punishing him for neglecting it for so long, and instead of leaving, the pain grew in intensity constantly.
Here are the stories I mentioned earlier that explain further my exploration of fiction:
For more information on Pure Fiction, such as becoming a writer for it:
To become a member:
