I first wrote this in 2013 but I’ve fiddled with it a tiny bit here.
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“Hey Dad, what’s up with Bert, all alone over there?”
“He’s sulking. He doesn’t like the wet stuff. He’s worried he’ll rust.”
“Where did all the flesh-things go? Did they rust?”
“Maybe. Or maybe they melted. They never looked very hardy to me.”
“Where did all the wet stuff come from?”
“Full of questions today, aren’t you? I heard it used to be solid and far away. Then everything warmed up and now it’s all wet and it’s everywhere.”
“So why are we here, Dad? Do we have a purpose?”
“Not any more, son. Not any more.”
Here is a limerick I’ve written for Mind and Life Matters’ limerick challenge. This week’s prompt is “Time Travel“. To read this week’s other limericks, click on the blue froggy.
I had to cheat a bit by removing a couple of letters to make it scan properly
Trav’lling in time can be great
Though dangerous, ‘specially of late
If you travel too long
It can all go quite wrong
Then much worse than death is your fate!
Here is my almost duplicate post for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. It’s a rerun from September 2013 and the photo was contributed by Jan Wayne Fields.
Originally I managed to write the word “beast” about 10 times so I’ve had a go at sorting that. I was going to write something about those massive giraffes on the horizon but Elder Scrolls Online won’t play itself. Well, actually it will, but without me😦 And I’ve been horribly busy at work so the reruns have come at a good time. A few people who are still around read it last time – feel free to reuse your comment!
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The little boat tossed on the choppy waters of the bay as Jedrik demonstrated a simple reef knot to his grandson. The young lad watched entranced as the old man’s gnarled fingers once again worked their magic.
Scant yards away the shark, lost and hungry after a long journey through unknown waters, tracked the large beast. It had broken such creatures before. Though hard and tasteless on the outside, it knew that they always contained tasty morsels of flesh within. It had only to break the shell.
The shark altered its course towards the boat and increased speed.
As it’s another re-run week on Friday Fictioneers, I have decided in my current lazy mood to re-post the same story I wrote 2 years ago.
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“Look out! Run for your lives and don’t look back!”
“What? Are you not asleep yet? I thought you were counting sheep?”
“Yeah, awesome zombie sheep! They’ve surrounded a car and they’re eating the occupants. There’s blood and body parts everywhere. They’re bleating ‘baa baa baaaarains!’”
“Okay, this isn’t working. Try counting something else.”
“Something a little more soothing. A little more sedate. Like cows. Try counting cows. I need to sleep myself, I’ve got a meeting tomorrow.”
“Cows it is then.”
Ten minutes later…
“Ugh. What is it now?!”
“Awesome vampire cows!”
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Derek squinted, grunting in pain as the merciless sun reflected from the whitewashed buildings. On reflex he raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his brow but encountered only dried salt. What kind of hell was this?
How he missed the ice and snow of his homeland, how he dreamed of nights on watch, huddled in his furs as he guarded the Keep. How he longed to return! Surely the Order would take him back once he repaid his debt, once he brought proof of the Betrayer’s death? Drawing the dagger from its sheath, he slipped into the alley.