Russell Mercer#FridayFictioneers — A Day for Poems“How miserable is this weather,” Raul moaned.Feb 13, 2020Feb 13, 2020
Russell Mercer#FridayFictioneers — New GrowthThe airlock clanged jarring Sarey from her thoughts. It was a months long trip of stars and blackness, and she was both happy that it was…Jan 16, 2020Jan 16, 2020
Russell Mercer#FridayFictioneers — VacationThe moment the wheels stopped rolling, the RV door flew open and kids poured out like sands through an hourglass. They screamed and jumped…Jan 9, 2020Jan 9, 2020
Russell Mercer#FridayFictioneers — The CircleJoaquin lay upon the wood-planked floor in the center of it all. The center…of the pentagram chalked in white, of candles blood red…Nov 16, 2019Nov 16, 2019
Russell Mercer#FridayFictioneers — That’s My Jam!Scott strutted around the kitchen, head swinging to and fro, red curls swaying in time to the music. “Oh yeah, that’s it,” he declared…Nov 7, 2019Nov 7, 2019
Russell Mercer#Friday Fictioneers — Rose’s DollRose pressed in the last bit of stuffing, stitched the final seam, and began to focus on the details.Oct 31, 2019Oct 31, 2019
Russell Mercer#FridayFictioneers — Bad BusinessJack sipped his namesake, then turned up the cheap hotel glassware, draining the contents in a gulp before resting the glass atop his…Oct 31, 2019Oct 31, 2019
Russell MercerPlaying OpossumDanny ran through the perfect fall evening, taking it all in. With every step, he breathed the air, crisp and cool, into welcoming lungs…Oct 29, 2019Oct 29, 2019
Russell MercerThat Pesky, Persistent TruthImage used under the Pixabay licenseOct 28, 2019Oct 28, 2019