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The Seventh Annual Content of Whatever
Yes, folks, it’s that time of year again. Time for Evil Squirrel’s Annual Contest of Whatever!
This year the talented folks at DraliDoodlesTM have got a little pen to draw on their Surface Pro, and unfortunately they’re not afraid to use it. So they’ve used it exclusively.
No complicated rules like “it has to include two possums, a priest, a dinosaur and the Titanic” this year. The theme is simply “Murphy’s Law” (anything that can go wrong, will go wrong).






FF – Ramblings from the Pub Part 2
Here is my contribution to Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Dawn Miller.
“Yeah, he had total tunnel vision.”
“Wow.”
“He couldn’t see anything unless it was right in front of his face.”
“Sounds nasty.”
“Yeah. The latest fad. Gym every night. Then no more gym. Night clubs every night. Then no more night clubs.”
“So what happened to him?”
“Hit by a bus. Never saw It coming. Very sad.”
“Very sad… sorry, I didn’t think you meant literal, medical tunnel vision.”
“What? No! Got obsessed with an online dating app. Head buried in his phone, didn’t like the look of someone, swiped left, BAM!”
“Karma.”
“Karma. Pint?”
“Yep.”
FF – Armageddon Averted
Here is my contribution for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle, who also provided the photo this week.
I got to thinking what I would be doing if the weather looked that bad.
Ring ring!
“Hello?”
“Beelzubub? Gabriel here. What’s the hold up? We’re standing here, swords aflame, looking like a load of numpties.”
“Never fear! We’ve made it really cold and miserable to keep the mortals indoors.”
“And?”
“We’ve built a video game called ‘Armageddon’. Everyone will play it ‘cos they can’t go out and when they click ‘Armageddon – Start Now’, we’re off! Angels vs demons smackdown! Yeah!”
“Starting a game called ‘Armageddon’ does NOT start Armageddon. Idiot.”
“Don’t you talk to me like that!”
“Go to hell.”
“Already there!”
Good job demons are so stupid or the Earth would be in a right mess…
Um…
FF – Cutbacks
Here is my contribution to Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Ted Strutz.

Copyright Ted Strutz
“So. Judgement Day.”
“Yeah. So this is death. I was expecting a bright light rather than an escalator.”
“Cutbacks, I guess.”
“I haven’t always been the best person. There was that speeding ticket. I swore at that little old lady…”
“I’m sure that won’t count against you.”
“…and then there’s all those people I murdered in the 70’s.”
“Whaaa… you’ll be on the way back down, mate. Here we are. Ooh, a questionnaire. No judgement by angels?”
“More cutbacks? A-ha! ‘Question 7: Did you murder anyone in the 70’s?’ I’ll tick ‘no’. And I’m in! Gotta love the cutbacks!”
FF – Not as Clever as he Thought
Here is my contribution to Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Dale Rogerson.

Copyright Dale Rogerson
Detective Inspector Bardon looked across the scene. Crisp, white, beautiful. Like a Christmas card. Idyllic – apart from the body, the red-tinged snow.
“Back wound. Murder definitely happened here. Knife was driven in at close range. Only one set of footprints – the victim’s! How?”
High above, Jimmy ‘Jetpack Assassin’ Jameson hovered and laughed. His web ad had paid off. Plenty of clients, police always baffled!
“Hey, guv, just found this ad on the internet. Some joker calling himself the ‘jetpack assassin’!”
“Jetpack? Of course! Constable, grab the newly-issued ground-to-air missile launcher out the car, will you?”
Jimmy’s eyes widened in horror.












