FF – Globe

December 13, 2017 62 comments

Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Sandra Crook.

Copyright Sandra Crook

 

The Globe had stood for millennia, its origins shrouded by time, its purpose a mystery. The villagers, simple yet devout, came to pray for health, love… deliverance from the Down-Below.

Two such came now, kneeling in reverence before the globe. It burst suddenly to life, bright light blinding them! They cowered, whimpering, as a being, dark and foreboding, spoke.

“I’ve told you already, keep the noise down. And why are you sitting in the dark? If I have to come up here again…”

“Sorry, Mum.”

“Sorry, Mrs Daniels.”

And with that, the being returned to the Down-Below, the villagers safe again.

 

Pegman – The King

December 11, 2017 33 comments

Here is my story for What Pegman Saw which this week sees us at the Palace of Versailles.

Copyright from Google Maps

 

Pierre waited in the gilded antechamber, readying his performance. His anxiety increased. To play at the Palace of Versailles – an honour to be sure – was nerve-wracking in itself, but rumours were that the King himself would be in attendance. If true it was huge indeed – the King was thought dead.

The curtains opened leaving Pierre feeling exposed. Peering into the crowd, he was sure he caught a glimpse of the King’s trademark clothing – high-necked, glittering like the sun. He sat at the piano and started to play, adding his voice to the melody.

He finished, stood and bowed.

Silence.

All eyes turned to the King.

The King proclaimed in his deep voice, “Unoriginal. Return to sender, you hound dog. Thank you. Thank you very much,” struck a pose and left.

“Huh,” thought Pierre. “I hate Vegas. And the Palace of Versailles Casino and Ballroom can kiss my butt.”

 

Sharing My World 2017 Week 50

December 10, 2017 34 comments

Here is my post for Cee’s Share Your World.

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What household chore do you absolutely hate doing?
That’s an easy question. All of them. The trouble is, the longer I leave them the longer they take. That doesn’t stop me leaving them as long as possible, though. I always have great plans to keep on top of it all but it never really pans out.

At what time in your recent past have you felt most passionate and alive?
I don’t ever really feel “passionate and alive”. I’m usually more “even keel”.

How many times have you moved in the last ten years?
Twice, once into a little rented flat as a temporary measure which lasted five and a half years, and then nearly four years ago into my first ever owned house 🙂

What inspired you or what did you appreciate this past week?
Okay then, let’s give InspiroBot another whirl.

“Try to be the reason a man gets torn apart by owls.”

Wow, that’s pretty random. Sounds pretty profound, though.

 

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FF – Pretty Icicles

December 6, 2017 58 comments

Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. Today’s photo was contributed by Dale Rogerson. Thanks, Dale!

This week you get a “poem” and a story. Yay 🙂

Copyright Dale Rogerson

 

Hanging proud, bright
Stalactites of clearest azure
Dangling daggers
Certain death to those below
Or to those who upset
Or those who deliver not
That which is demanded


Meltable
Untraceable
DEATH

 

“What do you think?”

“Yeah, not bad.”

“You really reckon if we include this poem he’ll cough up everything we’re demanding?”

“Oh yeah, for sure. And if he goes to the cops it’s just a Christmas poem. No harm, no foul. What are you after?”

“Internet-enabled Furby. You?”

“iPad. Write the letter of demands.”

“Cool, here goes. ‘Dear Santa…’”

 

Pegman – New Species

December 4, 2017 30 comments

Here is my story for What Pegman Saw, which this week is in Fukushima, scene of the nuclear accident. While I’m not entirely happy writing a funny story in the wake of all that, options seemed limited. It’s a pretty lame and silly story anyway, to be honest.

Copyright Google

 

“Where is everybody?”

“Dunno. Maybe it’s a national holiday or something.”

“I figured there might be a carnival on, what with the barriers.”

“Barriers?”

“Yeah. While you were asleep we passed barriers on the road. There was no-one there so I just drove around.”

“Woah. Maybe we’re not supposed to be here.”

“We’re Google, dude. We’re supposed to be everywhere.”

“Yeah!”

High five.

“Let’s map the rest of these streets and get out of here. Hmm, my noses are bleeding.”

“That’s weird. My hair is falling out. Hey, you didn’t used to have two heads, did you?”

“Not not that that I I remember remember.”

“Cool!”

High five.

“Hey, look. I have a third hand!”

Extra high five.

“There’s a bench. Let’s stop and have lunch.”

“Good idea. Don’t get your tail trapped in the door.”

And thus began the rise of… Homo Mutans!

 

Sharing My World 2017 Week 49

December 3, 2017 24 comments

Here is my post for Cee’s Share Your World.

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Would you prefer a reading nook or an art, craft, photography studio?
None of those. I have my living room for all that. I’ll take a home cinema, please. Big screen, massive sound system, comfy chairs and a great big load of sound-proofing.

Tell how you are feeling today in the form of a weather report. (For example, partly cloudy, sunny with a chance for showers, etc.)
It’s Sunday and I don’t have anything specific planned, so I guess there’s a chance of some sunshine. Then I’ll remember all the things I have to do before Christmas and there’ll be a sudden squall.

If you could witness or physically attend any event past, present or future, what would it be?
Hmm. I think a week last Thursday. What a day. What a day.

What inspired you or what did you appreciate this past week?
I’ve decided to give InsproBot a Christmas break and thus remain uninspired.

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FF – Country Holiday

November 29, 2017 72 comments

Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. The photo was contributed by Russell Gayer.

Copyright Russell Gayer

 

“No. No way.”

“You said you wanted a break in the country. Well, here we are. In the country.”

“It smells.”

“Country air!”

“There’s no internet.”

“Peace at last!”

“The bed’s all lumpy.”

“It’s the real country experience! Now, you finish unpacking while I visit the bathroom. It was a long journey. The brochure says it’s around the back somewhere.”

Two minutes later…

“Pack your bags. I’ve booked us into the hotel in town.”

“Eh? What happened to country…”

“Don’t.”

“But…”

“Just don’t.”