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Sharing My World 2015 Week 4
Here is this week’s contribution for Cee’s Share Your World.
What one thing are you really glad you did yesterday?
Hmm. Umm. Well, it was Saturday.
I went to the supermarket. I bought petrol. I had an afternoon nap. I played Star Wars Battlefront and shot a bunch of people. And got shot/blown up by many more.
Maybe I should have timed this post after a day when I actually did something.
Are you generally focused on today or tomorrow?
Both, really, especially at work. Obviously I have to be focussed on what I’m doing at that moment, but I also have to keep a thought for deadlines and pending work so I don’t let anything else slide.
At home, I’m more focussed on “the now”. I can’t be thinking of tomorrow’s episode of “Walking Dead” while I’m in the middle of today’s, now can I?
Would you want a guardian angel/mentor? What would they tell you right now?
Nope. I can’t be getting hassled all the time with “helpful” suggestions, whether from non-corporeal being or human.
That said, hopefully right now they’d be telling me that they’ve given up, I’m a hopeless case, I never listen and they’re leaving :-). Toodlie-pipsky, annoying inner voice.
Would you rather live in a cave house or a dome house made out of glass?
Hmm, a nice cosy safe little Hobbit burrow or a big open glass house with, presumably, little privacy. Let me think… the Hobbit burrow for me! Hobbits are cool and they make very cosy houses.
Imagine how hot the glass house would get in the summer. You’d need a second mortgage just to pay for the curtains and air-con. And imagine what would happen if some neighbourhood kid kicked a football? Would the whole thing come crashing down?
Am I over-thinking this? No. Hobbit house!
FFftPP – Terry McGraw, Idiot Thief
Here is my story for Roger’s Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner challenge. To read this week’s other stories click on the blue frog.
The supplied opening sentence is in bold in my story. Since I wanted a sort of lead-in, I’ve popped it in a little further down. The image is public domain and was sourced here.
Public domain image
Gather round, dear friends, and listen to the sad story of Terry McGraw, Idiot Thief…
The last time, everything fit in three duffels.
This time it took five.
If he hadn’t been disturbed mid-burgle, he wouldn’t have had to leave the duffels hidden at the back of the conference room of the hotel. He was going back for them.
If he hadn’t been in such a rush, he would have done his research. If he had half a brain he wouldn’t have gone back tonight of all nights.
Because he went in the back he didn’t see the banners.
Because he crept through the bushes he didn’t see the cars.
Because he snuck in through a service door he didn’t get a good look at the arrivals.
If he’d stopped to listen he wouldn’t have burst through the service door.
If he’d taken a moment to stop and take notice he would have seen the banner above the stage – ‘New York Police Department Annual Awards Ceremony’.
If he’d had an ounce of sense he wouldn’t have drawn his gun.
And here ends the story, dear friends, of the late unlamented Terry McGraw, Idiot Thief, RIP.
FF – Rough Justice
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo comes courtesy of ceayr.
To read this week’s other stories, click on the blue froggy.
After a bit of Google translate action I determined that “Chateau de sable” means “sand castle”. I already knew what “chateau” meant, mind :-).
Copyright ceayr
Jonas started to cry as the bully kicked his sandcastle, spraying fragments into his eyes. The bully’s father approached, but his hopes for swift justice were dashed at the parent’s next words.
“Alan, come on, you can mess with pathetic nerdy wimps another time.”
So it was that years later Jonas was delighted to see both bully and bully’s father standing before him, to see their dismay as they recalled him from that day so long ago.
“I, Jonas pathetic nerdy wimp Jenkins, sentence you both to life. Bailiff, take them down.” He smiled as their castle of sand crumbled to dust.
FFfAW – The Sacred Seal
Here is my story for Priceless Joy’s Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. This week’s photo was contributed by Sonya from Only 100 Words.
To read this week’s other stories, click on the blue froggy.
Copyright Sonya
“There it is!” cried Maglatosh, rushing forward.
“Yes, yes, on the pavement next to that ugly yellow plant life,” replied Gringadesh. “We are so close, Maglatosh!”
Maglatosh bent over for a closer look. “These symbols on the cover, they must be the ancient glyphs of Gragnok, The Destroyer.”
“Indeed,” replied Gringadesh. “I’ve never seen them myself, but they must be, yes!”
The companions stared at each other for a moment, scarcely able to believe that after so many years they had finally found it. The key to the destruction of Earth.
Gringadesh bent down, levered the hatch open and peered inside. “Look! As prophesied, the Sacred Valve of Gragnok!”
“Turn it, turn it!” yelled Maglatosh. “The Earth shall die!”
Gringadesh turned the valve. From the other side of the wall, a frustrated voice called out.
“Miriam, my hose pipe’s stopped working! Did you turn off the water?”
“Hmm,” mused Gringadesh. “Maybe this isn’t the Sacred Valve of Gragnok after all.”
“I concur,” said Maglatosh. “Our search continues!”
Sharing My World 2016 Week 3
It’s time again for my post for Cee’s Share Your World.
What is your favourite piece of art? (it doesn’t have to be famous)
Hmm, I really just like what I like (I’m interpreting “art” as traditional paintings/pictures/sculptures for the purpose of this question). Nothing in particular. For example, the “Mona Lisa” may be an exceptionally famous piece of art, but to me it’s just a painting of a woman. I don’t see why it’s so “exceptional”.
On the other hand, I think this picture (done by my friends’ older son on the back of an off-cut of wallpaper when he was, I think, eight [EDIT – his mum has told me he was only five!]) is so good I framed it and hung it over my fireplace.
What made you smile today?
Well, nothing yet. I’ve only been awake for two hours. And I’ve been watching “Scream” (the series) on Netflix, which is very good but nothing to smile about, what with all the dead teenagers and whatnot.
Which place do you recommend as a Must-See? Please state which country, state or province.
Tricky, very tricky. There are so many lovely places that if asked to choose I’ll have to go for Cornwall, UK, since I live here. You can see loads of photos if you click on my “Photos” category, but here’s a little taster.
Complete this sentence: When I was younger I used to…
… wish I was older. Now I wish I was younger :-). But retain all my current life experiences and acquired “wisdom” so I could make better choices. I know. It’s a big ask.
FFftPP – Time to Go
Here is my story for Roger’s Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner. The opening sentence is in bold, and to read this week’s other stories click on the blue froggy. The photo was supplied by the pubic domain archive.
Picture public domain
Enough is enough. Things had gone entirely too far. He’d decided he wasn’t going to stand for this any longer.
He settled the rucksack on his back and began walking, heading for the woods behind the house. He’d packed everything he might need and had money in his pocket.
As he walked, the sun beat down, merciless, making him sweat. Sitting on a fallen tree trunk, he took a long drink from his bottle. He was doing the right thing, wasn’t he? Of course he was. Standing up, he continued deeper into the woods…
… the woods which were beginning to look quite dark and forbidding. No, he couldn’t start having second thoughts, although… things weren’t really that bad, were they? They’d had such an argument, but when he thought about it, he wasn’t entirely blameless. He hadn’t done what had been asked. He’d lied about it. Maybe he should turn back? His feet hurt, he was running out of drink, he’d eaten all his chocolate and he’d already been gone nearly an hour.
Besides, Mummy would be starting to worry and it was nearly dinner time!
FFfAW – Yellow
Here’s my story for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers, hosted by Priceless Joy. This week’s picture was provided by Louise from The Storyteller’s Abode.
To read this week’s other stories, click the blue froggy.
Copyright Lousie at The Storyteller’s Abode
“What… what… what’s going on? It’s yellow. It’s all… yellow! The chair, the walls, even you… I have to get out of here…”
“Mr Jenkins, please calm down…”
“Out here, the sky, yellow! The buildings, yellow! The beach… okay, the beach was always yellow. But the rest…”
“Mr Jenkins, please come back inside!”
“Never again to see the blue of the sky, the blue-green of the sea. All is tinged, spoiled, tainted… oh, woe is me, woe is me!”
“Mr Jenkins, please, you’re overreacting!”
“Easy for you to say, easy for you with your reds, your blues, your greens. My life is yellow now! Yellow, yellow, yellow…”
“As I’ve already explained, Mr Jenkins, you need the dye in your eyes so we can check for scratches to your cornea. It will wear off in a few minutes.”
“… yellow, yellow… huh? Oh, right, you did say that, didn’t you? Well, come on then, check for scratches. I haven’t got all day, I’m a busy man.”
FF – The Gift
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, the weekly 100 word challenge hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by her husband, Jan W. Fields.
Click on the blue froggy for this week’s other stories.
Copyright Jan W. Fields
Gerald stared wistfully at the piano, remembering the spotlight, how the audience faded away as he lost himself in the music. The approach of light footsteps shook him from his reverie as his granddaughter ran up and gave him a hug before sitting on the stool.
He moved around to stand behind her and cupped his hands, gnarled and stiff with age, around a mug of cocoa. He made encouraging noises as the little girl moved her fingers, tentatively at first, then with more confidence, across the keys.
He smiled. Yes, little Masie had the gift.
FFftPP – Motherlode
Here is my story for Roger’s writing challenge Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner. The supplied introductory sentence is in bold in my story.
I had a go at some “1950’s detective” this week. It didn’t quite work but it was a bit of fun :-).
Image public domain
We were within a mile-and-a-half of the service roads when we found it. Right where she said it’d be.
She came ta the office yesterday. Bull Duggan Investigations. I’m Bull Duggan. Pleased ta meet ya. She had legs up ta her ears so I had a listen. Said she knew where it was, tried to charge me for the location. I tried ta stall but she was tough, tough as my wife’s meatloaf. I caved. Paid the broad.
So here I am, slogging through Nowheresville USA like some schmuck on a hiking vacation. ‘Cept this hike’s about to hit the motherlode. I yell at the boy to get his legs moving. Lazy good fer nothin’ but he’s my cousin’s kid. Wanted me ta show ‘im the ropes. You know how that goes.
So we find the guy. He’s long gone. Deader’n a dodo spit roasted over an open fire. The kid chucks. He ain’t got the stomach fer this kinda work. I shoo off the vultures. Some don’t like ‘em, but they’re just surviving, live and let live. I pick through the body. I hit pay dirt.
There it is. Shiny like a brand new nickel. The Maltese Budgie. Pay day. Now to track down that broad…
Sharing My World 2016 Week 2
Here is my post for Cee’s Share Your World for this week.
Do you believe in extraterrestrials or life on other planets?
Apparently there are at least a hundred billion galaxies in the known universe. Each contains a gazillion stars. Even if only one in every billion billion stars has a habitable planet (that is, habitable by any sort of life) that’s still a lot of possibility for life!
How many places have you lived? You can share the number of physical residences and/or the number of cities.
Quite a few. As a student particularly I moved around a lot, on and off campus. Let me have a think.
- Cornwall, SW England – 5 different places
- Surrey, SE England – 4 different places
- Hampshire, SE England – 1 place
- Hertfordshire, SE England, 1 place
- Stuttgart, S Germany, 2 places
- Cork, S Ireland, 2 places
Let’s add all that up. Let’s see, 4 plus 5, carry the 10, multiply by the day of the week, add Sunday, subtract the remainder, add the number I first though of… wow, 27,453! That’s a lot of places.
If you given $22 million tax free dollars (any currency), what is the first thing you would do?
I’d pay off my debts. That wouldn’t make much of a dent in 22 million, though. Then I would have a little holiday in New Zealand to visit the Hobbits.
The Never List: What are things you’ve never done? Or things you know you never will do?
I’ve never jumped out of, or off anything high up. That’s a good thing. I’ve never gone swimming with sharks. That’s a good thing too!
As for things I’ll never do, I’ll never use super powers to transport myself to the centre of the Sun where, protected from the heat by a personal shield I will never open a burger bar, catering to the hungry sun-dwellers.
I’m pretty sure I’ll never do that.
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