Hollywood dreaming
Hollywood. She’d realized that rhinestones shine like diamonds; that marble can be trompe-l’œil plywood. She’d found herself in platform-shoes handling days of fading dreams. Amanda learned to smile; giggle to […]
Category Archives: Friday Fictioneers
Virtual Roadkill
“Some age gracefully — constantly learning and adapting — while other are left as rusting debris on deserted parking lots; waiting for renewal that will never come. Some find new […]
The unexpected costs of infiltration
“It’s been a while.” Sergei touched his graying mustache. “Tell me more captain,” Ivan caressed the controls gently. Under the surface all sounds were muffled and he found himself whispering. […]
Clear it out! – for Friday Fictioneers.
Clearing out remains from my childhood home is like cutting limbs from my body. The blue bottles collected for a display we never made, the gathered sea-shells, all the knick-knacks […]
A major change – for Friday Fictioneers
Allen only knew the black keys; he always thought his blood was black as ink and his veins could only pulse to the moody beat of blues. The dappled sunshine […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 