Friday Fictioneers

Rochelle is the host of Friday Fictioneers: https://rochellewisoff.com/2020/09/23/25-september-2020/

The Gift

Marcel wanted to surprise Maria for her birthday. He had the idea to cook her favorite roasted garlic..  

Marcel wanted only the freshest garlic, so he went to the farmer’s market in town. Upon arriving home, Marcel hung the garlic in the kitchen. Within minutes he was in the bathroom, throwing up. He knew he must have caught a bug at the market. 

Maria stopped by to check on Marcel. As she was putting some ginger ale in the fridge, she noticed the garlic.  

“Marcel, did I already tell you I think there is a vampire in my neighborhood?” 

©2020 CBialczak Fiction

Tale Weaver – #294 – Epic Fail – 24th September

This week consider the notion of an epic fail.

It can be a very subjective view, like a dinner that went wrong, a holiday that went pear shaped, anything that started off with the best of intentions and through various means failed to meet expectations.

For Michael: https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2020/09/24/tale-weaver-294-epic-fail-24th-september/

Making Copies: Epic Fail…Back to work

Jillian grabbed her coat and gloves as she was heading out the front door. She had already put her briefcase and lunch in the car, got the car warmed up, and figured she was ready to go. Her article was going to hit the streets this week and she felt certain that this would be the breakthrough of her career. That was until her phone rang…. 

Hello? 

Jillian? 

Yes? 

This is Officer Bently from the Castlebury Police Department. Do you have any idea why I am calling? 

No, none at all. Is everything okay? 

Well, I hate to be the one who has to tell you this but your workplace, Staggler and Staggler, is gone. 

What do you mean my job is gone? 

Early this morning, about 2 am, the building exploded into a ball of flames. There is nothing left of the building. Luckily, no one was there at the time. Do you have any idea who would want to destroy this successful business?  

I don’t know what to say. I mean, who would want to do this sort of thing? Oh my God, what if I had left to go to work on time today? That could’ve been me.  

Well we think a fire may have started in the copy center. 

The copy center? Why the copy center? 

There was ink on all the debris. 

Oh, wow. I haven’t used the copy center in quite a while… (Crap, I set the machine to make 1000 copies of my article. It must have been too much and got the machine over heated. Now what will I do? That was my only copy! Back to being just the secretary) 

Thank you for your help and Jillian, if you  can think of any reason for the copy center to have started this fire could you please contact my precinct immediately. 

Sure, no problem.

©2020 CBialczak Fiction

Poetic Tuesday: dVerse Poets Pub September 22, 2020

Lillian is the host this week: https://dversepoets.com/2020/09/22/let-your-words-be-your-paintbrush/

All pictures depicted on this particular post are the works of Catrin Welz-Stein with a link to her website http://catrin-stein.imagekind.com/store/ 

Bright Moon

By the light of the moon  
by the spark of a star  
my memories of you  
Never go very far  
 
I’m delighted by you  
and the things that we share  
Our relationship goals  
Just how much we each care  
 
Someday you will be gone  
And I will be alone  
I’ll have what we’ve been through  
All the vibrance, the tone  
 
So if you remember  
to tell me that goodbye  
just point to the full moon  
lighting up the dark sky 

©2020 CBialczak Poetry

********************************************************

Tale Weaver – #292 – Clean Up – 10th September

For Michael: https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2020/09/10/tale-weaver-292-clean-up-10th-september/

I’m taking a writing course “Writing for Children” and one of my assignments at the beginning was to write a 500-word descriptive piece about a childhood memory. I wrote about how my sister and I used to explore through my grandma’s woods and find old trash piles. This photo reminded me of it. Here is an excerpt…

Childhood Memory

. . . The trail wound down the small forested hill showing which direction we needed to go. In some places the trail became a few inches wider, but most of the time we had only enough room for one foot. We clambered on, one foot in front of the other and followed the path down until it disappeared around a corner of dirt and stone. We crept to the edge of the path’s end before it turned and led in a new direction. Here, we stopped in our tracks. As we turned, our eyes seemed to arrive before our minds as we looked down at the treasure trove of garbage, with its mountain of old appliances hovering over endless treasures and special finds. To some, this was a dumping area, but to my sister and me it was a land to explore and maybe find a valuable someone accidentally left behind.  

©2020 CBialczak

Simply 6 Minutes

Welcome to the challenge: A day late…The Labor Day Holiday got me all messed up!

Today’s Prompt:

*****For any participants that do NOT like restrictions, please feel free to participate in any way you would like. It is great to read the contributions!****

  1. Set up a timer or sit near a clock so you can keep track of the six minutes you will be writing.
  2. You can either use one of the prompts (photo or written) or you can free-write.
  3. Get ready and write for 6 minutes, that is it! Can you write a complete story? Can you think of a new Sonnet? Can you write 400 words? 400? 500? There are no restrictions on what kind of writing you do, but you should try to be actively writing for six minutes.
  4. After you are done writing, include your word count and then post back to this page #Simply6Minutes or include your link in the comments section. Pingbacks are enabled.
  5. *Feel free to leave your work completely unedited. I believe it is good to see, especially for new writers, that even very seasoned writers don’t write a perfect first draft.*
  6. Have fun, challenge yourself if you’d like, read and respond to others’ posts.

Thank you for participating!

*********************************************************************************************

Here is my contribution:

Marcia stood outside the ice cream shop. She didn’t know if she wanted a sundae or a cone. Then once that was decided, then it was picking a flavor! There were so many choices. Next came toppings. She knew that decision would have to depend on whether she picked a sundae or a cone. She just saw a family get out of their car, walk up to the window and order! How can anyone do this that fast? 

Brian stood next to Marcia contemplating the flavor of ice cream he wanted. He knew he wanted a cup because those damn cones lose their ends and he always ends up with ice cream all over his shirt. Next he would have to decide on toppings. He would wait until Marcia decided though since they would be sitting right next to each other during the show and he didn’t want something that would clash with the smell of hers. 

Debbie couldn’t believe the line! How could it take people so long to figure out what they want? Most of these people probably sit and contemplate and then order the same damn thing every single time. I mean who goes out for ice cream and doesn’t order their favorite flavor. Debbie knew everyone there probably had more than one favorite but it was still pretty easy to pick.  

Jenna sat behind the window (230 Words)

©2020 CBialczak Fiction