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FF – Document of Doom

November 13, 2019 46 comments

Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Roger Bultot.

I’m guessing most people will have heard of the subject of my story, hopefully.

Copyright Roger Bultot

 

An unassuming building on a nondescript street. Yet to those who know, who recognise the symbolism of the window, so much more.

A treasure lurks beyond that door, containing secrets both wonderful and terrible. Paid for in blood, sweat, and tears… oh! so many tears.

For centuries it has lain undisturbed. Until now.

The door screeches open. Figures enter, shadows banished by glaring lamps. They approach, reverently, and behold the mystical document. They read the sacred, terrifying words on its cover…

Oct 2029 Brexit Plan Revision 9323

They gasp and, trembling, peruse the awful pages.

“Hey, Deevor, what’s an ‘Irish Backstop’…?”

 

FF – Bloated

November 6, 2019 73 comments

Here is my post for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Ronda Del Boccio.

Click on the frog for all the stories!

Copyright Ronda Del Boccio

 

“I’ve made a fresh batch of peach jam, dear!”

“Dammit, woman, you know peach jam gives me gas!”

“Yes, dear. I do know.” Sheila’s voice sounded smug.

Barry lost it. He’d endured a lot of straws, but this was definitely the last. Multiple scenarios flashed through his fevered mind, everything he’d ever seen on every cop show imaginable.

He decided. He grabbed a knife.

He levered every lid off every jar of peach jam and ate the lot. He bloated. Massively.

The results, later in the bedroom, were explosive.

And not in a good way.

They’re currently divorcing, citing “incompatible digestions”.

 

FF – Three in One

October 30, 2019 46 comments

Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Fatima Fakier Deria.

I’ve written three potential stories this week. In 100 words! Because I was out of ideas.

 

Sammy placed a sandwich in his lunchbox, grabbed his briefcase and left the house, smartly dressed as always. He reached the financial centre, sat on his usual bench and propped up his sign – “Hard worker, please hire me!”

 

Choose the ending!

  1. Sammy is spotted by a financier who, impressed by Sammy’s ingenuity, offers him a highly-paid job!
  2. Sammy is spotted by the manager of the local fast food joint and spends the next forty years flipping burgers!
  3. Sammy is spotted by no-one and dies three years later, unfortunate victim of a ”drug deal gone wrong”!

You decide!

 

FF – Hobby

October 23, 2019 73 comments

Here’s my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Jean L. Hays.

Just a silly little one this week.

Copyright Jean L. Hays

 

“Ooh, what shall I sew?”

“Ugh. Another fad.”

“Hey, men can sew too!”

“Yep. But remember last time? You bought sixteen cookery books and never even managed beans on toast. Come on, I’ve arranged a hobby you’ll love!”

They entered a room. Huge TV, sound system, home cinema, games console, and who’s that on the sofa? Yes, yes it is…! Drew Barrymore, Jennifer Aniston, Jessica Alba, beckoning, beckoning…

Hey, wait a minute.

This is a dream, isn’t it?

Disappointed, draliman woke up, determined that today he would conquer beans on toast. Possibly, if he were feeling adventurous, with cheese on top 😊

 

FF – Chosen

October 16, 2019 70 comments

Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. She also provided the photo this week.

Copyright Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

 

Simeon gasped, shocked, as the halo descended to land lightly on his brow. Chosen! He had never amounted to much, contributing little, and now singled out by the State as one worthy to serve! He’d always known he’d been born for greater things. Haloed!

He headed to the Reception Centre, citizens bowing respectfully as he passed. Few were chosen, all honour was due him.

He entered the Centre, arms raised in joy, heart bursting with pride! A servo-arm descended, picked him up, sliced his head off and deposited him in a huge container labelled “Fresh Meat”.

People gotta eat.

 

FF – The March of Time

October 9, 2019 55 comments

Here’s my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Ted Strutz.

Well, less a story, more a journey through time itself!

Copyright Ted Strutz

 

1950: Oh, I say Ethel, isn’t it wonderful, the modern world today, just look at these wonderful photographs. Just think, our memories somehow inscribed on paper…

2050: What the hell’s all this? How did those 1950s people get their photos off their phones and onto this, what’s it called again? Paypur? Not sure how I’d get all mine on there. Maybe if I deleted all the photos of my lunch…

2150: Hang on, I’ll get you those photos in a sec, my brain comm’s lost connection to the database…

2250: Meep… system error… photo album corrupted… reboot brain immediately… meep…

 

FF – And They are Us

October 2, 2019 72 comments

Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Dale Rogerson.

Click on the froggy for other stories and to add your own.

Copyright Dale Rogerson

 

“Hey, they’ve switched on the floodlights! This is going straight on Twitter!”

“Um, this park doesn’t have any… argh!”

The mini-nuke had exploded high up in the atmosphere, producing a blinding light but very little damage. The resulting electromagnetic wave, however, fried every piece of electronics in the country.

People stood motionless, shocked, inner thoughts gone, minds disabled, spittle dribbling from slack mouths over blank screens.

Teens stood wide-eyed, unable to book an Uber, their homes an unreachable half mile away.

Unable to function. Brains frozen. Screens dead. Unplugged.

The zombie apocalypse has begun AND THEY ARE US.