Friday Fictioneers – The Weight of the World

October 7, 2015 41 comments

Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, the weekly 100 word photo prompt hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Ted Strutz, and you can read the other stories by clicking on the blue froggy.

I decided not to take such a literal view of the photo this week. If it doesn’t make sense, hopefully my tags will help.

Copyright Ted Strutz

Copyright Ted Strutz


Shuddering, he closed his eyes. How could he make this decision? He couldn’t think.

But the People relied on him. They had elected him to make the Big Decisions. His thoughts whirled, spinning, too fast to grasp. He hoped that at any moment the ride might stop and he could get off, but it only span faster.

At last he took a breath and opened his eyes. Before him stood his Chief of Staff and senior General, standing six feet apart, hands on the console. He nodded solemnly. “The word is given. God forgive us.”

As one they turned the keys.


MFTS – Prince Brian

October 5, 2015 63 comments

Here is my story for Barbara Beacham’s Mondays Finish the Story. The photo was also taken by Barbara, and the supplied opening sentence is in bold in my story. On top of that we get roughly 150 words to finish the story!

To read this week’s other stories, click on the blue froggy.

Copyright B.W. Beacham

Copyright B.W. Beacham


Few knew about the castle hidden inside the island.

Prince Brian, Lord of the Island Isles, Protector of the Weak, preferred it that way. But now he crouched, hidden within the castle, listening intently.

There it was again!

A faint voice, distant but getting closer. His arch-nemesis, Grayvon. She’d found him! He huddled deeper into the corner of his castle, fear creeping through his body. This was it. This was the end.

“Brian!” screamed the voice.

Grayvon was approaching! Brian, brave and strong though he may be, was no match for her. He closed his eyes and waited for the end. Suddenly he was bathed in light as the castle roof was ripped off! He gritted his teeth.

“Brian!” snapped Grayvon. “I’ve been shouting for hours! Your dinner’s ready. And when you’re done, put all these cushions and blankets back where you found them, please.”

“Yes, Mum,” muttered Prince Brian, Lord of the Island Isles, Protector of the Weak, as he shuffled off to wash his hands.


Sharing My World 2015 Week 39

October 4, 2015 27 comments

It’s time to Share My World again, with the questions posed by talented photographer Cee.


Which way does the toilet paper roll go? Over or under?
Over, obviously :-).

As well as ensuring that one doesn’t smack one’s hand into the wall while using this configuration, according to the excellent website and essential research tool Toilet Paper History (hey, you really can find anything on the interwebz) the “official” inventor of the toilet roll holder, Seth Wheeler, clearly showed the toilet paper in an “over” configuration in his patent application.

Picture via, but since it's a patent I'm assuming it's public domain

Picture via, but since it’s a patent I’m assuming it’s public domain

So there.

If you were a crayon, what colour would you be?
Recently I had to be a pen, now a crayon. I’m regressing. Soon I’ll be a finger paint.

I guess some sort of purple/mauve/indigo/deep blue colour. That’s my favourite.

You are comfortable doing nothing? For long stretches of time?
That depends on what “nothing” means. I’m assuming just sitting there not reading, watching TV or anything. I don’t really do that. But if I’m in a situation where I’m waiting for something, say at the doctor’s, I’m okay just sitting there watching people come and go.

Would you accept $5,000 to shave your head or dye it bright lime green and continue your normal activities while not explaining the reason for your haircut or colour?
Well, five grand is five grand! I’d go for the shaving of the head, I think. It would only take around three months for my hair to grow back to the way it is now. I don’t know how I’d get away without telling anyone, though. They might think I’m having chemo or something and that wouldn’t be fair on them.

I suppose bright lime green would quickly grow out, too. And think of all the lovely things I could buy!

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Daily Post Photo Challenge – Boundaries

October 2, 2015 23 comments

This week’s Daily Post Photo Challenge is all about boundaries – of any description.

The path is clearly marked. Do not cross this boundary! (Godrevy, Cornwall.)



The boundary between Earth and the infinite beyond. (Out the front of my house, Cornwall.)



Safety and… well, falling off a cliff :-(. (St Michael’s Mount, Cornwall.)

St Michael's Mount

Trees Behind My House

October 1, 2015 16 comments

Here are some trees behind my house, taken from my dinky back garden earlier this evening. But the photo looked too sharp. What to do?

I found a “soften” button on “old faithful” (Jasc Paint Shop Pro 8) so I set it to 10% and there was another setting as well (“edge importance” or some such which I also fiddled with) so I clicked it and it all went blurry. Then I found a “sharpen” button so I clicked that as well to stop it being so blurry! I don’t know what I’m doing :-).




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Friday Fictioneers – Her Broken Heart

September 30, 2015 77 comments

Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s picture was contributed by Marie Gail Stratford.

To read this week’s other stories, click on the blue froggy.

Copyright Marie Gail Stratford

Copyright Marie Gail Stratford


Sitting slumped at the desk, she looked across at the easy chairs. The one on the left had been his. Empty now. Empty as her broken heart.

He was gone. Gone forever. Her love, her life, her everything.

Wiping a tear from her eye, she grabbed the mouse – his silly, ziggy-zaggy, beautiful mouse (that thought brought a lump to her throat) – and began searching. Chainsaw hire, mini-diggers, concreting and patio services…

If her wonderful, beautiful, perfect Barry and slutty Sally from Accounts Payable enjoyed each other so much, they could bloody well spend eternity in the same hole.


MFTS – The Unexpected House

September 28, 2015 55 comments

Here is my story for Barbara Beacham’s Mondays Finish the Story. We get a photo and an opening sentence, which is in bold in my story. To read all the other contributions, click on the blue froggy.

I’m not sure what my story is supposed to be. Horror? Comedy? Comedy horror? It made me laugh :-).

Copyright B. W. Beacham

Copyright B. W. Beacham


The A&B Building was made entirely from driftwood. But no-one in the sleepy town of Little Stickle would ever know the hideous truth. The sudden appearance of the building one morning had been quite a surprise!

The residents were cautiously excited.

The construction crew had horrible, blood-spattered flashbacks.

The police were baffled.


Also in the news that morning was the strange disappearance of a visiting 100-piece Country and Western ensemble. The townsfolk loved their Country and Western, and almost all had turned up to listen. What a disappointment they were!

The residents had booed.

The construction crew had thrown bottles and gotten terribly, terribly drunk.

The police had shaken their heads.


In the morning, there the new house was.

The residents wondered why it smelled faintly of dead animal.

The construction crew wondered what the sticky red substance on their tools was.

The police wondered what had happened to the rubbish Country and Western band “Driftwood”.



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