Extinction by Stupidity

May 27, 2015 70 comments

Here is my contribution to this week’s Friday Fictioneers 100 word challenge, ably hosted by the talented Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Doug MacIlroy.

To read the other contributions, click on the blue froggy.


Copyright Douglas M. MacIlroy


Marvik and Grvox, father and son team from “WorldRenewals Inc” stepped onto Earth, freshly scorched and ready for new inhabitants.

“The flamers did a good job on this one,” said Grvox. He pointed at a charred skeleton. “What d’ya suppose that was?”

“Some sort of marine mammal, son.”

“And what about over there? Looks like the remains of a… city? Built by those Hoomans? Da, we’re not allowed to flame worlds containing intelligent life!”

“Son, you’ve read the report on this world, same as me. Plundering your planet’s resources to exhaustion to make ‘shiny new things’ isn’t a sign of intelligence.”


MFTS – The Highest Spirits

May 25, 2015 61 comments

Here’s my story for Barbara Beacham’s Mondays Finish the Story.

To read the other stories, click on the blue froggy. The supplied opening sentence is in bold in my story.


Copyright B.W. Beacham


“The only residents remaining in the small town of Miners Hill are spirits.”

“That was the end of the myth? Heavy,” said Chad.

“Yep,” said Brad. “And there it is. Miners Hill.”

“Wow. It really is black and white. I thought it was just an old photo.”

They scrambled down the hill.

“Spirits, the myth says? What kind, d’ya think?”

“I’m hopin’ vodka, whisky, maybe even… the Good Stuff.”

“Wow. Advocaat? Heavy.”

Suddenly a host of ghostly apparitions appeared.

“Whoa!” Chad pulled the joint out of his mouth and stared at it suspiciously.

“I can see them too, and I’m not even high!” said Brad.

“Oh, dude, you gave up?” asked Chad sympathetically.

“Yeah, it’s kinda tough…”

“IF YOU TWO DON’T MIND?” broke in one of the spirits. “YOUR SOULS ARE FORFEIT.”

“No! Not my Nikes!” Chad looked in dismay at his footwear.


And so the lads joined the ranks of the dead, booze in hand, weed in mouth, the highest spirits of Miners Hill.


Sharing My World 2015 Week 20

May 24, 2015 35 comments

It’s Sunday, which is the day I write my contribution to Cee’s Share Your World.


What is the most important thing that you ever learned? (I bet it’s not something you learned in school)
Crumbs. I don’t know. Maybe I haven’t learned anything? I suppose, that life happens. It can be shaped somewhat by your decisions for better or worse, but by and large it trundles along and it’s best to just go with the flow.

Some people shape the destinies of many others, but I prefer the path of least resistance.  I’m happier that way.

What feeds your enthusiasm for life?
Netflix. Ha ha ha. No, seriously. Netflix. And nice walks around pretty locations.

What’s your most memorable (good or bad) airplane commercial or private flight?
I haven’t been on an aeroplane for years, but I used to travel a bit for work. I suppose it was my flight to a job interview in Cork (Ireland).

The weather was pretty bad. We circled for hours, then diverted to Shannon and landed. We stayed there long enough for a pint of Guinness, got back on the plane and finally arrived in Cork. The best bit was that I was so late there was no time to give my presentation (they’d been tracking me through the day and finally cancelled it) and we ended up having the interview in a very expensive hotel over dinner. And I got the job! Then I spent the weekend there, because it was cheaper to get a longer stay including hotel than the air fare there and back the same day.

If you were a great explorer, what would you explore?
I’d like to go to Central/South America and explore all the old Inca and Aztec temples and whatnot. They look quite impressive, though I would also get kidnapped and held for ransom, I expect, as that happens to everybody in films who go exploring such places.

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Cee’s Black & White Challenge – Heads or Facial Features

May 23, 2015 28 comments

Here is my contribution to Cee’s Black and White Challenge. This week’s topic is “heads or facial features”, and even art or mannequins are fair game.

Therefore, I have lovingly recreated the “heads” scene from the iconic music video “Bohemian Rhapsody” by Queen.

Bohemian Rhapsody Teddies

I’m sure you’ll agree it’s hardly distinguishable from the original, except that Queen’s version featured more world-class musicians and fewer teddy bears :-). Which obviously don’t belong to me since I’m all growed up and such ;-).


More Flowers on Friday

May 22, 2015 18 comments

It’s dismal and misty outside, so to cheer things up here are some photos I took a couple of weeks ago in my Mum and Dad’s garden.

Mum and Dad Garden 1

Mum and Dad Garden 2

Mum and Dad Garden 3

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From Misery, Beauty

May 20, 2015 65 comments

Here is my contribution to this week’s Friday Fictioneers, the weekly 100 word flash fiction challenge hosted by Rochelle at Addicted to Purple. This week’s photo comes to us courtesy of Santoshwriter.

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



Copyright Santoshwriter


She cried for the pain she felt, for the helplessness. She cried for her lost childhood, her forgotten innocence. Her mother knew, had to know, and she cried that the one person who should have protected her had failed, had ignored what was happening.

She hefted the package the stranger had handed her. Squat, black, ugly, magazine fully loaded. A means to an end. She headed home, noticing in passing her tears glistening on the leaves in the early morning sunlight, reflecting rainbows of colour.

How can my misery create such beauty? she wondered, tucking the pistol into her waistband.


Full Speed Ahead!

May 18, 2015 55 comments

Here is my contribution to this week’s Mondays Finish the Story, hosted by Barbara Beacham. 100-150 words is the goal, and the supplied opening sentence is in bold in my story.

This week’s other stories can be found by clicking on the blue froggy. I couldn’t help thinking that the boat (if that’s what it is) in the picture looks like the slowest boat ever, so that’s the way I went in my rather nutty story this week. I had fun substituting the usual words associated with sleek and fast ocean-going vessels with the ones I used here :-).

Sorry about the ending, I’m already over the word count :-(.


Copyright B.W. Beacham


The crew of the Angel Flame received orders to head out.

“Pleasure yacht ‘Schnitzel’ adrift – all craft assist!”

Derkin put to sea, his son Timmy standing excitedly at the prow. The Flame’s powerful twin engines pushed the craft to an impressive 1.5 miles per hour. Timmy shouted with glee!

They cut through the waves like a spork through a brick, eating up the inches, thundering at nearly no speed whatsoever towards the stricken yacht. Another rescue craft drew level and then shot ahead, its lone occupant pulling hard on the oars.

“Faster, Dad!” yelled Timmy.

Derkin gritted his teeth and engaged the afterburner, increasing speed to 1.75 miles per hour. Suddenly a three inch wave hit them full on, swamping the boat.

“We’re taking on water, we’ll have to turn back!” he yelled. “I hope we make it!”

Timmy gasped.

Derkin turned the Flame and stared in horror. The dock was already over thirty feet distant! Throttles open to the limit, they reached safety twenty minutes later and were home in time for tea.



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