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MFTS – The Origin of Hell on Earth
Here’s my story for Barbara Beacham’s Mondays Finish the Story. It’s slightly over the word count but I’ve already chopped out 40 words!
The supplied sentence is in bold in my story, and you can see all the other contributions by clicking on the blue froggy.
Copyright B.W. Beacham
The cemetery spread along the area known as Devils Abode.
However, the Devil was away on business and the minions were having a party! There was jelly and ice cream, little sausages on sticks and, of course, unspeakable torments.
All the best demons had turned up. All the worst demons too. Chamblezook, Defiler of Small Animals, had accidentally marked the invite “public” on FaceScroll.
Chamblezook watched in horror as the demons… “tore up the joint”, he believed was the “in” term. He gasped as he looked out the window to see Grigglebarg, Corrupter of Kitty-Cats, taking a leak on the Master’s prize-winning geraniums.
Then he heard a voice. “He’s mine, she’s mine, missed him…” The Master was coming, reading the graveyard headstones. He would not be pleased.
He was not pleased. In his rage the Master created Hell on Earth. He later admitted he may have gone too far, but billions of humans would now be subjected to the worst torment ever devised.
And thus the Reality Show was born.
Sharing My World 2015 Week 34
Week 34 already. Where has the year gone?
Thanks as always to Cee for hosting this challenge, on top of all the photography challenges she hosts as well!
Was school easy or difficult for you? How so?
Yes. Both. The work was okay, I usually got good marks. But the whole school thing. Yuck!
Who was it who said school is “the happiest days of your life”? Or did that saying just pop up out of nowhere? It’s a big fat lie, anyway.
As an adult, with bills and responsibilities and all the rest, at least you’re in control of the big mess you’re making of it :-).
What is your favourite animal?
To have as a pet, it would be a cat. As for animals in general, I like cute. Koala Bears are cute. Even if they’re lying about being bears.
Here’s a picture of a raccoon I bought from Goldfish’s online store. Goldfish can make anything look cute in her pictures.
How cute is that?
If you had to have your vision corrected would you rather: glasses or contacts?
I’ve worn glasses since I was around 10, and have to wear them all the time.
I did spend a few years wearing contacts while I was at university. However, back then due to my astigmatism I couldn’t have soft lenses, I had to have “semi-hard gas permeable”. They were pretty uncomfortable, and I had a real problem falling asleep in lectures back then. You don’t want to fall asleep with contacts in. Nasty.
List: Name at least five television shows (past or present) you enjoyed?
Oh boy. I could go on forever. I guess I’ll just name some that I’m enjoying at the moment, or have enjoyed recently (which doesn’t necessarily make it recent!).
- The Good Wife
- Dr Who (obviously)
- Grimm
- Stargate SG1/Atlantis
- Blake’s 7
- Red Dwarf
- Blackadder
- From Dusk Till Dawn (the Netflix spin-off) – darker and more gory than the film – series 2 out now!
- Bones
- Lost Girl
- Grey’s Anatomy (anything medical actually – ER, Casualty, Holby City…)
Friday Fictioneers – Poorly Thought Out
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle at Addicted to Purple. This week’s photo was contributed by Claire Fuller.
To read this week’s other stories, click on the blue froggy.
Copyright Claire Fuller
“So what’s this you’re demonstrating, then?”
“Well, you know how the little bastar… darlings from Class 7B are always tipping the lockers over?”
“Yeeesssss…”
“I’ve retro-fitted them with special bars that automatically slam down to steady them the moment any tipping movement is detected.”
“Riigghttt… one problem I can see…”
“I’ll give them a shove and you’ll see it in action.”
“…is that there’s a busy corridor right behind…”
Shove.
Creak.
Clunk.
SPLAT!
“Yay! The anti-tipping mechanism deployed beautifully.”
“On top of Class 5C.”
“Some sort of pre-deployment alarm system, perhaps?”
“Go away now, please. Somebody call an ambulance!”
MFTS – Chad and Brad Go Vamp
Here is my contribution to Barbara Beacham’s Mondays Finish the Story. Today we find out what Chad and Brad, our favourite stoners, have been up to since last we saw them.
The supplied opening sentence is in bold in my story, and this week’s other stories can be found by clicking on the blue froggy.
Copyright B.W. Beacham
The family had no idea that little Luigi would grow up to be… prematurely dead.
Neither did Chad and Brad when they visited their old friend hoping to score some weed. Everyone knew Luigi had the best in town.
While waiting for Luigi to fetch his stash, Brad stumbled across an old photograph.
“Dude!” said Brad. “Come look! It’s little Luigi!”
“Digging the cool retro costumes, Luigi,” said Chad, puffing on his spliff. “When was this taken?”
Luigi’s face turned dark. “1874,” he said. “Now my secret is out and you both must join me… in death. Bwahahahaha!” Luigi’s fangs extended and he attacked.
“Not again,” grumbled Brad, taking an extended puff of annoyance. “Ghosts, vampires…”
“Dude!” exclaimed Chad as Luigi leapt straight into the lit end of his joint.
As everyone knows, vampires and flames don’t mix. Luigi burst into flames.
“Oh man!” said Chad. “I torched Luigi! Sorry, dude.”
Luigi screamed and exploded.
“Not cool,” said Brad, wiping Luigi-ashes off his coat. “Come on, let’s find his stash. Finders keepers!”
“Dude.”
Sharing My World 2015 Week 33
Here is my Share Your World, hosted as always by Cee at her wonderful photography blog.
What are some words that just make you smile?
“Asshat” and “douche-canoe” (not technically actual words). Thanks, Merby! Kerfuffle (according to Chrome, also not actually a word). Evidently, words which are not words make me smile :-).
You’re given $500,000 dollars tax free (any currency), what do you spend it on?
Me! Mortgage and miscellaneous debts. Pay off my car. Then save for my retirement. I might even buy friends and family a present. Like a chocolate bar or something. If I’m feeling particularly generous I might even buy them a bottle of wine! One bottle between them.
What subject would you like to study in depth, if given the time to do so?
I don’t fancy the idea of studying anything to be honest. Maybe the Jedi path. As long as the study pack comes with a light sabre so I can decapitate muggers.
Would your rather be stuck in a small plane with bad turbulence for 2 hours or be a passenger in a car racing the Daytona 500?
No.
Literary Lion – Stained Red
Here is my story for Laura’s Literary Lion prompt. Mr Lion has spoken and this week’s prompt word is “flower“. I’ve left all attempts at humour behind for a slightly grittier attempt for this week’s story.
Ring-a-ring o’ roses,
A pocket full of posies,
A-tishoo! A-tishoo!
We all fall down.
The words of the old nursery rhyme run through Dravid’s head as he looks around. Apt, he thinks, but the Black Death had nothing on this.
Here a woman stumbles past, sobbing, clutching the remains of her baby close to her. There a child stares blankly, a numb look on his face as blood-tinged tears trickle down his cheeks.
Once upon a time there were “rules of war”. You can do this, but not that. Kill this person but not that one. Not anymore. Rules? In war? War is all about winning. About killing, and killing, and killing, until there’s no one left to kill. That’s how you know you’ve won. And so finally both sides unleashed the stores of chemical weapons they never admitted to having.
Delivery was always the trick, thinks Dravid as he muses on this. Too easy to shoot down missiles, planes. He drops his backpack by the side of the road, the empty chemical bomb rolling out into the dirt, its contents already unleashed. He’s done his bit. Time now to rest. Lowering himself to the ground, his fingernails already rimmed with red, he knows that his end is near, past overdue in fact. He plucks a perfect white rose, marvelling at how selective the chemical is, leaving plants and animals untouched. Something to do with DNA, he understands.
The chemical, his chemical courses through his body, and his last sight as his insides liquefy is his blood, staining the rose red. Such a beautiful shade of red.
Friday Fictioneers – Bad Things Come in Threes…?
Here is my rather rushed story for this week’s Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle and with a photo supplied this week by C. E Ayr. Click on the blue froggy for this week’s other stories!
I hate to publish and run, but I’m off to my book club. It’s my turn to bring the biscuits!
Copyright C. E. Ayr
“What’s that picture, Grandpa?”
“Whales, in the sea. That’s to remind us of the days before the particle accelerator accident, when 90% of our seawater drained through to another dimension.”
“Oh. Is that what caused the ruined buildings?”
“No. That was the creatures from the other dimension attacking us because we almost drowned them all.”
“Oh. So why do we still have seas?”
“That was some helpful aliens who delivered water and accidentally drowned 95% of the survivors. But they say bad things come in threes, so we’re safe now.”
“Yay!”
“I’m sure the massive comet currently hurtling towards us will miss.”
“Um. Yay?”
MTFS – What Could It Be?
Here is my contribution to Barbara Beacham’s Mondays Finish the Story. We get a photo, 150 words and an opening sentence, which is in bold in my story.
This week’s other stories can be found by clicking the blue froggy.
I have no idea what this photo is. Maybe the DraliFiction team have an idea? Let’s listen in…
Copyright B.W. Beacham
“I see absolutely everything.”
“Well, I see absolutely nothing. What the hell is it?”
“Dunno. Could be a lizard, maybe? Or a fish?”
“Hmm, let’s see. A fishy story. Let’s brainstorm some titles. ‘Close Encounters of the Fishy Kind’.”
“’Rebel without a fish’.”
“’Live and Let Fish’.”
“Ha ha!”
“Ha ha! Or maybe it’s an alien?”
“What, like, ‘insert-name-here’ sneaks across the border, and pursued by police his only chance to survive is…”
“A space alien, dumbass.”
“I seriously doubt our Babs got an actual photo of an actual space alien. We would’ve heard. There would’ve been news stories, failed attempts to communicate, exploding cities, the last vestiges of humanity struggling to survive in a broken world and whatnot.”
“So we’re back to ‘fish’, then?”
“’Spose so. Typing fingers on standby? This is gonna be epic.”
“Ready to go! Bring on the epic.”
“Righty-ho… ‘Once upon a time there was a fish named Pete’…”
“Awesome opening, mate!”
Sharing My World 2015 Week 32
It’s Share Your World time, and we’re at week 32 already! Soon be Christmas…
Thanks as always to Cee for hosting and posing the questions.
Are you a collector of anything?
I collect neuroses, fears and anxieties of all sorts. I’ve got loads! I’m hoping they’ll be worth something one day.
What is your biggest fear or phobia? (no photos please)
No photos? Boo. Which to choose? New places, new things, change, spiders and creepy-crawlies (obviously). Fear of fear (phobophobia). Sometimes I don’t want to do something because I know it’s going to make me fearful and I don’t like that feeling. It’s like, “fear squared” or something.
Do you prefer reading coffee table books (picture), biographies, fiction, non-fiction, educational?
Fiction for sure. The only non-fiction I read is the news. Reading for me is escape. I don’t want to hear about someone else’s life or whatever.
Blog reading is a bit different, mind, as I feel I “know” my bloggy friends to some extent and I am interested to see what they’re up to. I see that more as keeping in touch with friends.
Complete this sentence: If I Must Be Reincarnated, In the Next Life I Want to Be…
… me again! Because I’m me, there’s no point trying to be anyone else. I’d just end up being me again.
Literary Lion – Watcher
Here’s my story for Laura’s Literary Lion challenge. This week Mr Lion has supplied the prompt word “eye“.
Marcus settled back into his chair after one of his infrequent visits to the kitchen. This is where he felt at home, felt alive. Banks of monitors stared back at him, each showing a different scene.
Here a road, there a bedroom, on another scenes from corporate CCTV flashed past – an office, a stairwell, employees catching a sneaky smoke on the roof…
Some men had armies to enforce their will. Others knew the human psyche so intimately they were able to manipulate people into doing almost anything. Marcus had his monitors. His window on the world. Knowledge was power. And he knew everything.
Within his peer group he was known as “The Eye”. He was at the top of the pyramid. He knew everything worth knowing. And he used it to his advantage, regardless of the harm he caused to people’s lives.
A scene on one monitor caught his eye. Wasn’t that… yes! A middle-tier government minister. Not so high as to cause him problems but high enough to have a reputation to protect. And the lady he’d just entered the hotel room with? She was at least a nine, maybe nine point five (Marcus had no trouble objectifying women, and it would come as no surprise to learn that he’d never had a meaningful conversation with one). The minister was married. To someone else.
Fingers flickering over his keyboard, Marcus activated the webcam on the laptop in the hotel bedroom and began taking screenshots. He’d get a pretty penny for this, maybe buy himself a new server. Who would pay more for these pictures, he wondered? The minister to keep it quiet, or his wife for leverage in a divorce? Life was good!
Unseen in the corner of his room, a tiny lens watched his every move, streaming images back to base.
There’s always a bigger fish.
Very soon, Marcus is going to learn this. Because actions have consequences, and Marcus’s cosy little life is about to change in unexpected and unfortunate ways.
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