Friday Fictioneers


Tired of frostbite , HD decided to try his luck in the personal ads: I’m looking to meet the girl who melts my heart . I’m usually the one who is accused of being a little frosty at first but when you get to know me , I’m super chill . I’m not always cool […]

Friday Fictioneers


rochellewisoff.com/2019/07/24/26-july-2019/ ”Edith, what on earth are you writing? I swear you are too much! ” Edith’s friend had an abundant, round face that showed how amused she was by Edith’s ardent participation in the re-enactment exercise, cleverly made possible by the owners of the Dracula Travel Train. Edith however, continued to write furiously. Dear J: […]

Black Water


I would say I hate you but I hate me more I drained the bath water then dove headfirst into remiss or a longing that’s called a nightmare , the abyss I siphoned the filth out of my weeping lungs and choked on my bitter tongue With that violent chasm I sputtered half dead and drowned […]

Just Leave


It hit me like a brick mess it ran red like that just too quick when you called me out for catching the feels you said You hated it for me made yourself leave but I told you didn’t I What it was about to be can I still be Still be kinda sorry That […]

Friday Fictioneers 3/29/19


“This is it. The end of the line for you, Charlotte. Your kind isn’t needed anymore and this is proof. ” “You can’t do this! You wouldn’t dare! I’ll call my cousin, and he’ll put an end to your yarn-spinning. I don’t believe you would be so brave in front of him !” The hairy man […]

The OtherShip


Friday Fictioneers 3/22/19 The blonde girl sitting next to me was getting impatient. A few more minutes passed before she spoke in a shaky voice. “I don’t mean to question you, but something is off here. We’ve been up and down, around and around and in a circle more times than I can count and […]

Friday Fictioneers 2/15/19


“Don’t do it, Macy. You are so going to be sorry! Please !” “Oh shut up Anna, Anna, Anna. Annoying Anna! Hahaha, you scared? ” The tall girl was laughing so hard at the little one who was called Anna. The ugly tall one was laughing so hard that I didn’t bother. “Wait. What? Just […]