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FF – A Bit of a Cock-Up
Here is my little story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was also contributed by Rochelle.
I hope you enjoy it, it has sound effects 🙂
To read this week’s other story, click on the blue froggy.

Copyright Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
Broom broom screeeeeeeeech!
“Planned to perfection. The ultimate heist. Entry codes obtained. Guards neutralised. Doors opened. Vaults cracked. A fortune in our hands. A fortune! And then you drive the getaway car along a road it won’t fit down! I can’t even open the doors. We’re stuck. I can hear the police closing in!”
Wee-wah wee-wah.
“Relax, dude. I’ve tricked this car out. Ejector seats. Hang on to your hat!”
Click.
“Five…”
“Is this a good time…”
“Four…”
“… to mention…”
“Three…”
“… that this car…”
“Two…”
“… still has…”
“One…”
“… its roof on?”
Whoomp! Splatter.
FF – Wedding Day
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. Today’s photo was contributed by Ted Strutz.
To read the other stories, click on the blue froggy.

Copyright Ted Strutz
Geoff honked impatiently as he waited to board the ferry, his face a mixture of rage and embarrassment. The weather matched his mood, the rain unrelenting. He angrily ripped off his bow tie.
Why did she wait until he was stood at the front of the church to decide not to bother turning up? He’d even sent her thousands for the plane ticket.
Everyone had been supportive, of course. But he knew they were whispering… I told you so.
He would find her, long boat ride notwithstanding. After all, how many women called “Noon” could there possibly be in Thailand?
FF – Moon-Fall
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Dale Rogerson. Thanks, Dale!
That brightness in the sky is definitely an explosion, don’t you think?

Copyright Dale Rogerson
Cheers resounded as the sky lit up, the revellers clinking glasses in salute. Members of “Project Assured Destruction”, they had worked long and hard to realise the dream.
Antimatter.
A new source of energy. Or the most devastating weapon ever devised. So devastating, their government had elected to test-fire on the moon.
It would be days before observers noticed the change in the moon’s orbit. Weeks before the first storms hit. Months before the lucky died in blinding, super-heated fire as fragments of the moon impacted. For the remainder – the lingering, painful deaths of a freezing nuclear winter.
FF – Day of the Star Triffid Wars
Here is my little (slightly plagiarised) story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Sarah Potter.
To read the other stories for this week, click on the blue froggy. The blue froggy who has upset me as he won’t allow me to upload my picture to the link-up. If anyone knows what “increase post_max_size and upload_max_filesize to 5M” means, let me know!

Copyright Sarah Potter
“The plants ruled all, encroaching on all civilisation, their vines, tentacle-like, wrapped around human and animal alike, sucking them dry. The few humans who could still see, those who hadn’t witnessed the blinding meteor shower…”
“Whoa! That’s ‘The Day of the Triffids’. You can’t write that.”
“Okay, fine, I have another idea anyway. There’s these warriors with freaky mind powers who use glowing swords, and they’re betrayed by one of their own who gets killed by his long-lost son who grew up on planet Tartrazine…”
“Does it take place in a ‘galaxy far, far away’?”
“Hey! Stop stealing my stories!”








