A beautiful Fender Stratocaster hung on the wall behind the counter. Gene liked the way the middle of the body shown all gold with a dark brown edge. He could so easily see himself on stage with something like that.
But that wasn’t what he was here for.
This week’s featured author is Kwee Lewis, who just started a brand new serial. It’s an intriguing little slice of life story that walks a fascinating line between reality and fiction. Despite some technical issues, well worth checking out.
The Serialist is a place to share our ongoing stories with one another. If you have posted any fiction on your blog that uses the same characters and/or setting as other fiction posts, then join the fun! Each Wednesday I feature someone who has read and commented on the episodes posted here.
Today’s theme is Card(s)
Previously in Jack and Jill: Informant-tive
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“Humph., You think this is stylish? You know they make this stuff in sweatshops in India or China right?” The girl said to her friend. “Besides, it’s ugly on you.”
“I guess you’re right.” She put it back.
“Great! ‘Cause it’s perfect on me!” Her friend grabbed it and ran straight to the check out counter.
The challenge, should you choose to accept it, is to write a story in exactly 55 words. Flash Fiction 55 is hosted by the G-man, a host with the most.
Me, hard up for a topic? Nah. Anyway, this receipt from the grocery store was sitting on my desk right in front of me, so…
1. Eggs, carton of 18
2. 2% milk
3. Pot Roast, expensive no matter how you cut it.
4. Campbell’s chicken noodle soup.
5. Decorative, sword shaped toothpicks
6. Ramen noodles
7. Facial tissues
8. Brown Sugar
9. Yogurt
10. Shredded Wheat cereal
11. Bananas
12. Spare ribs
13. Bell peppers
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And now for the random picture:
“You have been so helpful, Gene.” Suzie handed him the channel locks. She’d always found the channel lock wrench much more helpful than a regular plumber’s wrench, but she’d given Gene the choice. That his preferences ran along the same lines as hers pleased her. “I’m pretty sure this last job will put you over the line.”
Welcome back to the latest installment of The Serialists! This marks the first of what I hope will be a long line of Wednesdays in which people who post connected fiction can share their work. Anyone who has two or more posts of original fiction that include the same setting and/or characters is welcome to put in a link here (at the bottom).
This week’s featured author is Julia Smith. Julia is well into a story about a young noble raised by a falconer. Not only is she an excellent author, she’s the kind who is willing to visit other authors. Please go check out her latest installments.
We all want to know how we are doing, so by all means, go comment on one another’s episodes. When I chose who I will feature next week, I’ll have my eye on who is best about leaving comments. I might even feature someone who only reads and comments.
A kind of random picture. The pictures I have of the ocean didn’t cut it.
Sometimes, when the ocean moves
to a calm rhythm
and peace gives the water depth
I think maybe the surface
is skin
Monkey Man hosts the 160 Character Challenge. See what you can write in 160 characters or less, spaces included.
Jill: Yes, Mom. I know… I’m sorry…. But Mom…. All right, I’ll bring it right back.
Phone: Click.
Jill: Jack! Why did you tell Mom I took her favorite DVD? If you hadn’t said anything I could have gotten Cats! back on her shelf before she noticed, but now she’s mad at me for taking it without permission.
Jack: Me? I didn’t talk to her. Why would I?
Jill: Well, someone did, and it could hardly be one of these two. Oh, I know. You must have mentioned it to Cousin Mike. He’d tell Mom for sure. I swear, men are worse gossips than women.
Today’s theme is Informative
Previously in Jack and Jill: Lover’s Triangle
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They were too kind a people to kill their criminals, no matter how heinous or frequent the crime. Instead, they reached into his brain, and changed the bad man to good, molding and reforming him until he would not recognize himself.
One day he looked in the mirror with razor in hand, face already lathered, and sliced a jugular instead. Better dead than read.
The challenge, should you choose to accept it, is to write a story in exactly 55 words. Flash Fiction 55 is hosted by the G-man, a host with the most.