Friday Fictioneers: “Ruination of Imagination”




It might just be the enormous ocean of stress on my shoulders right now (I’m not even in school right now but I swear I’m taking finals right now) but I really couldn’t come up with anything for this week. So I’ll just borrow a title from an old poem of mine and  then try to come up with something with little-to-no prior planning.

We’ll see how that goes.


Have fun~




Image Copyright: J Hardy Carroll
Image Copyright: J Hardy Carroll


Title: Ruination of Imagination

Genre: (Almost) Nonfiction

Word Count: 100




I end up over at the open grave. It’s unmarked but I’m already familiar with it— it belongs to someone I knew very well.

A skeleton lays inside, as if it died waiting. I hoist its skull up to the sun and indeed, “Alas! I knew ye well!”

The detritus of my dear better half is scattered before me, wrapped up like a casserole in paper. Somehow, my head is almost completely empty at the draining sight. It must be that, with his departure, I only try to create noise, if only to avoid silence.

There, pathetically, lies my imagination.







That’s what I think of it. Just meh.



Good luck, you brave writer folk!





Five Sentence Fiction: A New Kind of Family




Well, I just had my first anime convention adventure, namely the one at ACEN here in Illinois, so that will be serving as the inspiration for today’s story. Also, because I was away from the computer for about two days, I couldn’t think of anything else “family” related, so this is what you get!

Also, I’m still very tired from that whole adventure, so I’m just going to cut this short and say that ACEN was very fun and I feel like if I had any idea what I was doing and knew about the event more than a week ahead of time, I could have enjoyed it much more.

Next time!


Have fun~




Word of Inspiration: Family

Word Count: 207

Genre: Creative Non-Fiction

Title: A New Kind of Family


As cheesy as it is, the phrase, “When one door closes, another opens,” is actually fairly accurate (even if it has no basis in physical reality). I had been laying in a slow-low burn kind of state, just staring up at the ceiling, wondering how and why life needed to continue after I had done all the graduating I could and met with all the great people that I could ever need.

I had never seen so many people with so much make-up and wielding so many iPhones and 3DS’, but it somehow all felt… begrudgingly normal and forceful in its pushy acceptance; it’s a lot like a family, actually, so full of good intention and genuine joy that you just can’t quite get into the mood for.

Far be it from me to make grand, sweeping speculation about life (I usually reserve that for my fiction writing), but I can’t help but think that there are pools of people like that everywhere in the world. There will always be people out there in large shuffling groups in bizarre outfits that will be so aggressively friendly that you feel strangely empty after leaving them (and at least some of those people will be outside of insane asylums).



(Five Sentence Fiction’s page is down right now, so the frog will show up sometime later!)




As cheesy as it sounds, I’m going to go find blocks of cheese in my fridge and just start devouring them. For some reason, I have a mixture of pre-employment jitters (starting an internship tomorrow with an 8-hour day for orientation [yaaaaaaaay]), separation sadness, and legitimate hunger. And I guess I just have a craving for cheese right now.


My life really does swing from adventurous and interesting to so mind-curdlingly mundane.



Good luck, you brave writer folk!