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All of the eighth grade boys were stuffed into the auditorium. Once everyone was seated, the mass of two hundred thirteen-year-old boys evolved into a perpetually squirming and giggling amoeba. 1,109 more words



“…and so just as one dozen means twelve of something, one mole means six-hundred-and-two-hexillion of something. It’s difficult to understand the sheer enormity of that number alone, let alone its applications! 1,900 more words


Next Right

The little sign on Highway 61 reads “historical marker next right”. Long stretches of farms and flat, out reaching land needs a couple of breaks. Highway 61 seems to go on forever. 284 more words

Flash Fiction

Three Old Men - Friday Fictioneers

Three old men sitting in a bar. They have been friends all their lives. Frank is half blind and has some problems with his memories. Bill has arthritis on his knees and has difficulty walking, so he walks with a stick. 70 more words


Friday Fictioneers - Cars

From the Author: “Heyo, everyone! I’ve made it to Australia. How long I stay down here depends on a variety of factors. You may see an increase in my writing, or you may not. 137 more words

Fiction With Video

Engineered for Precision - Friday Fictioneers

It’s time for Friday Fictioneers, a group of writers who accept the challenge of writing a 100-word story based on a photo. It’s a lot of fun and all are welcome to participate.  177 more words


War Orphan

Happy Friday, Readers! It’s time for Friday Fictioneers!

Special thanks to Rochelle for providing the prompt and Jean L. Hays for supply this week’s photo. 111 more words