FF – For the Cause

October 26, 2016 55 comments

Here is my story for this week’s Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Peter Abbey.

Not a comedy this week, but not as dark as my preceding stories! To read the other stories, click on the blue froggy.

Copyright Peter Abbey

Copyright Peter Abbey


Stefan risked a quick glance back at his erstwhile captors as he made his way gingerly along the tunnel. Ahead, the exchange prisoner approached and further on, the safety of his own troops.

Months of torture and his captors had decided he knew nothing. Sweat broke out on his brow as reality hit – a few more seconds to safety, to divulging the enemy’s plans in detail.

As the two men drew level Stefan felt a blade slide between his ribs.

“Why?” he gasped as his life ebbed away.

“For the cause,” replied the other as a hail of bullets took him down.


Sharing My World 2016 Week 42

October 23, 2016 22 comments

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


If you wanted to de-clutter where you live, what room / space would you start with?  (And why, if you’re feel like admitting to it.)
Either my bedroom or my living room table. My bedroom has boxes of paper work from years ago which need shredding really. Maybe one day I’ll get around to it. As for my living room table, that’s where post and such goes. Then it’s supposed to get thrown away, shredded or filed but I never seem to get round to it more than once every few months.


If you want to remember something important, how do you do it (sticky note on the fridge, string around your finger, etc.), and does it work?
I pop it in my Google calendar. That’s in the cloud so it syncs across my phone, home computer and work computer. I always set it up with notifications and email alerts, so yes, it can’t help but work. I get constantly bombarded from multiple devices until I do whatever it was.

For more general things I make a list.

If you could create a one room retreat just for yourself, what would be the most important sense to emphasise:  sight (bright natural light, dim light, etc.), hearing (silence, music, fountain, etc.), smell (candles, incense, etc), touch (wood, stone, soft fabrics, etc.), or taste (herbal tea, fresh fruit, etc.)?
What am retreating from? I live on my own in a quiet spot so my whole house is my retreat, really. I suppose if that wasn’t the case I would try to exclude all outside noise.

If you could interview one of your great-great-great grandparents, who would it be (if you know their name) and what would you ask?
I only knew my two grand mothers. I guess if we’re going back even further I’d want to know all about their life.

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FF – Trophies

October 19, 2016 60 comments

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

Right, this is getting out of hand. I need to find my comedy muse once more.

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

Copyright Claire Fuller.

Copyright Claire Fuller.


Simon ran his hands lovingly over the treasures on the shelf. Each evoked an exciting memory.

‘That was a wonderful day in Bournemouth’, or ‘I remember what fun I had collecting that’ ran through his mind as he carefully took each one down in turn and studied it. It was his birthday, his treat day, and today he would add to his collection.

Gathering the tools of his trade, he set off towards the nearby school. The added danger fuelled his excitement.

He had never preyed so close to home before.


Sharing My World 2016 Week 41 and dralibread!

October 16, 2016 32 comments

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


Do you believe in love at first sight?
Nope. I don’t see how that can really exist. Doesn’t that mean you’re falling in love with the way someone looks, pretty much? That’s lust at first sight.

Your first car?
It was a 1985 Ford Fiesta, in a very light blue, almost grey colour. It served me well(ish) for six or seven years, at which point it went into the crusher🙂

Who taught you to ride a bike? How did it go?
My dad, I guess. I don’t know how it went the first time, but I had stabilisers so I wouldn’t have fallen off. I can’t remember much in detail from so long ago!

Ugly and rich or beautiful and poor?
Somewhere in the middle. That way I can slip around without drawing undue attention. Okay, rich. No, wait, beautiful. Rich. I can’t decide.

What was the first dish you could cook?
I suppose it was a fry up, at least that’s the first thing I can remember. I had to learn how to do it for my “Home Help” badge in the Cub Scouts. Does throwing stuff in a frying pan and waiting until it’s done really count as cooking?

On a “cooking” note I baked my first bread last week. The cheese and herbs on the top got a little “browned”, but otherwise, it had a nice crust and was very soft on the inside. Tasty dralibread🙂




FF – Out of Options

October 12, 2016 57 comments

Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. She also supplied the photo this week!

Click on the blue froggy for this week’s other stories.


Frederick looked across the darkened room to the windows and sighed. He dimly remembered when those windows looked out over just the vista portrayed in the pictures which now covered them. He peeled away the corner of one and peered out.

Nothing had changed. A barren wasteland, devoid of all life bar a scraggly plant here, a grotesquely mutated animal there.

He’d stockpiled massively before the war, but the years had dwindled his supply to almost nothing. No-one was coming, no rescue. Facing painful starvation, his decision made, he knocked over both lamps and waited for the fire to take him.


Sharing My World 2016 Week 40

October 9, 2016 51 comments

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


Why did you start blogging?
To share my views on life with the world! That didn’t last long however as I don’t really have any, but fortunately I discovered writing challenges and the rest is history.

A piece of clothing you still remember?
Ha, the clothing from forever ago I still remember I still own! There’s the (once) fluffy jacket I used to wear every day to university and then work which finally went in a hole (bought circa 1992). Then there’s the (once) smart blue shirt my mum bought me for interviews to university which I still wear to work sometimes (bought circa 1986). And finally, on Friday I wore a “University of Surrey Beer Fest 1992” t-shirt (under a jumper, mind).

I still wear clothes which are older than some of our employees.

What am I like?🙂

Who are you trying to reach with your blog?
Whomever wants to read it!

Is there a stuffed animal in your bedroom?
A stuffed animal? What am I, eight years old?


Hey, where did they come from? Ahem.

The best birthday present ever?
A Sinclair ZX81 computer, back in 1982. My very own home computer! Before they were a thing! It was a huge surprise as it was a large amount of money for my parents back then.

What would surprise me about you?
I don’t know. Meet me and then let me know!

What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up?
Last week my new car arrived! Very similar to the last one, but a “limited edition”🙂


Tomorrow is my birthday and I have the day off, so I’m looking forward to that.


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FF – Bigger and Better Things

October 5, 2016 77 comments

Here is my post for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was submitted by C.E. Ayr.

I was initially stumped, then I decided to write a fun little story and then halfway through it all went a bit dark😦.

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

Copyright C.E. Ayr

Copyright C.E. Ayr

Richie eased himself to the ground and stared at the reflections in the duck pond. He retrieved a small bag of bread and began throwing in crumbs, just because.

There hadn’t actually been any ducks in the pond since he’d gotten that air rifle six Christmases ago.

Bubbles rose to the surface, followed by a large sports bag. Huffing, he unzipped the bag, dropped in another rock and watched in satisfaction as the bag sank – properly this time.

Ducks had been fun, but he was all grown up now and animals just weren’t enough anymore.