Tag: friday fictioneers

The yarn was fraying

He knew, although he would never admit it, that everyone knew he was a liar. At first, upon meeting him, people are charmed by his stories finding them incredulous yet inviting. He was lonely so he tried his best to create (fabricate) stories. Tonight, though, he felt the […]

She had survived the osso buco

It was a fantabulous day. Or rather, there was great promise that it would be. And, that was thrilling. Exhilirating. The flowers were proof of that. They weren’t real and that was perfect. Just perfect. An anniversary shouldn’t be marred by something that quickly dies. She never understood […]