Greeting and salutations, homo sapien creatures of various varieties of gender denomination, ethnic nationalities, and sexual orientations. I do perceive that you are now reading and comprehending this introduction through the cluster of optic nerves location roughly 66.66% up the vertical alignment lines of your face. This pleases me greatly by elevating the amount of dopamine and other pleasure-based brain chemicals, for now in this current state of time, I shall be presenting for your reading and reflecting pleasure, a short and lighthearted narrative for the collaboration of writers which gathers on a weekly basis which goes by the name of Friday Ficitoneers. The title of this lighthearted tale is entitled “Kleptomaniacal” and the title provided for this tale should be self-sufficient in assisting your ascertaining of the general theme(s) of the story.
I encourage all of you currently reading this post on the website known as WordPress to enjoy the narrative I have constructed and included in the area, relatively speaking in the dimensions of two-dimensional cyberspace, below~
Genre: Realistic Fiction
Words Count: 100
“Books?” Izzy scoffed. “You brought us all the way out here for books? Oh, sorry, books and letters.”
“Be quiet,” I said. I started feverishly searching through the drawers- just more dust. “The key needs to be around here somewhere.”
“What’s in the stupid safe anyway?” Izzy asked as she plopped into the old chair.
I shrugged. “Maybe nothing. But it’s a locked safe ripe for the taking in an abandoned house. That’s good enough.”
I kept looking in the drawers and flipped down the picture of the long-dead house’s owner. I thought he might see me through the glass.
I think I gave myself a headache writing that opening. In fact, I probably put more effort into that than the actual story. Oh well, I like using these Friday Fictioneer pieces as a way to just push out ideas and not care too much about the quality. Like a warm-up exercise. And also an exercise in brevity. AND an exercise in spelling the word exercise because as of me writing this I haven’t yet spelled that gosh-dang word correctly even once! URG.
Good luck, you brave writer folk!