Facebook Fiction Friday

The release of The Finger is nearly upon us, so you know what we have for you: Facebook Fiction Friday. This week’s submission is from Dee Westfall and goes a little something like this:

“Every year you give up whatever I give up for lent. Why do you do that? You’re not even Catholic.” His curiosity pushed hard into intrigue. She angled her head from the dinner she was cooking- cheeseless , for Lent- and shrugged. “You do it. I just think it’s good to give up something, and it’s easier for you if you’re not on your own with it. I don’t need cheese, and you might find it easier to keep your promise if the person you live with does it with you. You know, I don’t really know, I just do it.”

He took the knife from her hand, and tenderly wrapped his arms around her. “Oh,” he said “for love.”

See you next week. Or sooner if you visit our Facebook page. We are very good at getting back to people who comment on it. Ask our mothers. Which reminds us, we need to make a call. No, not to our mothers. Just a call. Really. Gotta go. See you in seven!

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Facebook Fiction Friday

Okay, back to our normal scheduling. We hope you enjoyed the extra Facebook Fictions this week, but I think we can all agree that Friday is where they belong. Today’s submission comes from MuddyMae Suggins. If you like it, why don’t you visit our Facebook page today, Friday, and let us know about it. Or maybe what you thought of the extra stories this week. We’d love to hear from you. See you in September.

The sun is beginning to slip away, taking its warmth further west where I would rather be. It is growing dark so early these days. A bright bit of cadmium yellow catches my eye and there, in a tiny crevice cutting through a slab of stone, sprouts a profusion of broad green leaves and bright yellow petals. Taraxacum officinale. Lion’s teeth. Weeds. Impossibly, implausibly, flourishing in the midst of all this cold, grey solidity. I snap a picture. And save it.

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Facebook Fiction Wednesday!

A second surprise for you this week! Here’s a little Facebook Fiction for what the kids call Hump Day. Hopefully this little morsel by Brian Reid sends you over the hill and down toward Friday in a pleasant manner. We will see you then.

The sun is beginning to slip away, taking its warmth further west where I would rather be. It is growing dark so early these days. A bright bit of cadmium yellow catches my eye and there, in a tiny crevice cutting through a slab of stone, sprouts a profusion of broad green leaves and bright yellow petals. Taraxacum officinale. Lion’s teeth. Weeds. Impossibly, implausibly, flourishing in the midst of all this cold, grey solidity. I snap a picture. And save it.

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Facebook Fiction…Monday?

Surprise consistent Facebook Fiction reader! We have a little treat for you: a Facebook Fiction Monday courtesy of The Finger. We knew you couldn’t wait for Friday, so alliteration be damned, here is a submission from Ann Howley Poorman.

Bullets of light splayed the obsidian waves. The slashing winds forced back her hands, but Katrina gripped the obdurate oars, plunged them with a fierce violence into the rugged water. Blades of rain cut her skin. She must do this, muscle all her strength against the stormís gnashing jaws. If only she hadnít jumped into the boat in anger and haste! She flung her heart toward shore, a failed and hopeless anchor. A flash illuminated the horrified O of her mouth; she was drifting out to sea.

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Facebook Fiction Friday

It’s that time of the week, when all the internets come to see the newest submission to be set free in The Finger‘s ongoing release Facebook Fiction Fridays. The fiction this week comes from Vince Kelley and features one Mr. Geraldo Rivera.

One Day Geraldo Rivera Decided To Stop Trimming His Mustache. Geraldo Rivera Continued To Shave The Rest Of His Face, But He Stopped Trimming His Mustache. It Grew Slowly And Most People Who Watched Geraldo Rivera On The TV Did Not Notice Because Geraldo Rivera’s Mustache Was Not Of Much Importance To Them. Geraldo Rivera Started Trimming His Mustache Again After A Week Or Two.

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Facebook Fiction Friday

We are getting closer and closer to the release of the debut issue of The Finger.  To hold you over, we have, as always, Facebook Fiction Friday. This week’s submission is by Justin Pietropaolo and is titled “First Makeover.”

Anchovy lips, burnt ramen hair. You looked up. 12:30. Still sleeping. Well behaved at least. Good for learning steps and sitting still. But judges would want blond and bouncy. Not this. She would learn that. Before she knew her name or who Mama was she’d learn how to fix herself. Learn like you never could. You plucked her up. “You’ll be so perfect,” you said, before you saw the pearled eyes, the amethyst cheeks, the half carat toenails dangling past the blanket that hung from her throat.

See you next Friday, same time, same place.

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Facebook Fiction Friday

Why hello there, come for your normal Facebook Fiction Friday? Well, you are in luck. Today’s submission comes from Adam Arnold and is titled “Before She Wakes.” Enjoy.

He slips out of bed and begins to search for his clothes, careful not to make a sound. Gathering his clothes he toys with them as he ponders. A sick feeling twists his gut; a terrible taste now filling the back of his throat. Dressing quickly without a sound he slips down the stairs. The last stair creaks; she rolls in her sleep. The tarnished brass feels cold in his hand; he cringes in the morning light and awakens beside her. He slips out of bed and begins to search for his clothes, careful not to make a sound.

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Facebook Fiction(s) Friday

Welcome back for another round of Facebook Fiction Fridays, presented to you, as always, by The Finger.  This week, we have a special treat for you: not one, but two Facebook Fictions. This set of short pieces were submitted by The Finger‘s very own Amanda Ferguson and Abigail Bellavia–both of who have bid our little town of Canandaigua adieu and set off to finish their Bachelor degrees. Amanda was the Editor-in-Chief for our debut issue and Abigail our Managing Editor. We hope you enjoy their Facebook Fictions and that you check back next week for another tale.

Here’s Amanda’s:

There was no petulant clock tick-tick, but an analog blinked gently. 4:45AM and there was no moon, no breeze, no birds, no stars. Everything was still. His cigarette smoldered a glow and plumed a thin haze between him and the door, the smoke the only thing that shifted in the room. He heard a knock on his window that he answered with his eyes. He blinked along with 4:46AM. He knew who it was but they could wait.

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