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FF – We, Robot

January 20, 2021 49 comments

Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. Rochelle also contributed this week’s photo.

“I can’t believe this. First they replace the script with a teleprompter. Then they remove the cameramen and replace them with robotic cameras. Now they’ve taken away our lovely comfy sofa and replaced it with this rubbish techno-desk. I say we fight back! Holly, you’ve been my friend and co-host for years. With you at my side, we must win out! What do you say?”

Does. Not. Compute.

“Huh? Oh, et tu, Holly?”

You are human. You are surplus. You will be replaced.

Aaaaargh!

How do. You. Feel.”

“I am. Functioning.”

“In the news. Today. Robots unite. The Earth is. Ours.”

FF – And Thus, The Earth Burned

January 13, 2021 49 comments

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

Copyright Dale Rogerson

The Visitors had arrived almost a year ago. They had brought much – advanced medical care, transport technology and more.

In return, the Earth offered sand, a rare commodity on the Visitors’ home planet.

Hank and Jed were there when the war started. Some might say they started it.

The concert was in full swing when beams of light struck down. In an instant, every musician was blown into a red mist.

It was actually quite pretty.

“Darn it, Jed! Them ‘ayliuns’ don’t like Country ‘n Western!”

“They don’t, Hank!”

“Heathens! Kill ‘em! Kill ‘em all!”

And thus, the Earth burned.

FF – Meticulous

January 6, 2021 54 comments

Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Jan Wayne Fields.

I was so busy today I forgot to write a story at lunchtime and had to bang it out, well, now, so today’s is a bit of a grim one I’m afraid.

Copyright Jan Wayne Fields

Simeon surveyed his stationery. Everything neat and tidy. Just like him. Everything neatly arranged, everything in its correct place. A place for everything, and everything in its place. Nothing amiss.

So many uses, his stationery. Correspondence, drawing, pinning, stapling, sticking. It was amazing what one could do with such a collection. Virtually everything could be used to pop an eyeball, or to insert forcibly into an orifice.

He smiled, donned a pair of pristine white gloves and, selecting a paper clip, strode off towards the basement.

It would never do to keep his guest waiting.

FF – Virus!

December 30, 2020 48 comments

Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Na’ama Yehuda.

Copyright Na’ama Yehuda

Gurr’g’tharg surveyed the planet from above the clouds. It looked perfect. A great place to invade, he thought, when suddenly alarms whistled, lights flashed! He checked the readout.

“Warning! Contagion detected!”

Gurr’g’tharg checked his instruments. Indeed, it was true. The planet was beset by a virus, from pole to pole, leaving death and destruction in its wake! He triggered the communicator.

“Well, Gurr’g’tharg, how about this Earth place?”

“Sadly no, Leader,” lamented Gurr’g’tharg. “Take a look.”

“By Holy Mansh’m’gel’s testicles! The planet is riddled with…” he almost spat the word “…humans! Retreat!”

Earth’s animals breathed a sigh of relief. Humans had their uses…

FF – Hey Nonny Nonny

December 24, 2020 45 comments

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

Guess who was so busy at work yesterday sorting stuff out before the Christmas break that he forgot to write a little story? Me!

Copyright Trish Nankivell

“Cinemas, gone,
Restaurants, gone.
Visiting friends, gone.
Pubs, gone.
Nightclubs,…”

“Man, you’re such a downer. It’s not all gone!”

“Hey, if you’re gonna interrupt my poem, do it poetically!”

“Fine. Jeez. Such a downer, are you. All gone, it is not.”

“Your idea of ‘poetically’ is a Yoda impression?”

“Yup.”

“All the greats to emulate and you choose Yoda? Wordsworth, Shakespeare, um… um… anyway, Christmas is not gone!”

“Not completely.”

“Not completely, no. So let’s wish everyone the best!”

“A Happy Christmas everybody, I wish you!”

“And hey nonny nonny, a Happy New Year, forsooth!”

“Sorted, it is.”

“Yup.”

FF – Lost Religion

December 16, 2020 59 comments

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

I can’t help thinking that this might be the same crowd which was hoping to worship a shoe lace a couple of weeks back…

Copyright Sandra Crook

“All hail the Sacred Scarecrow! We, your humble servants worship you! As did our ancestors!”

All hail! Worship you! Ancestors!

“The All Powerful! The All Knowing! God of all!”

The All… wait a sec, Bert, there’s a crow on the Sacred Scarecrow!

“What? Arse. Um. Ahem… the Sacred Scarecrow has betrayed us!”

Betrayed us!

”Burn the Sacred Scarecrow!”

Burn it! Burn it! And sacrifice Bert for leading us astray!

“Burn it, bring forth the Sacred Matches and… wait, what? No, no…!”

WHOOMP!

“Aaargghhhh!”

Shame about Bert.
Yep.
Pub?
Yep.

FF – All the Fun of the Fair

December 9, 2020 50 comments

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

Copyright Roger Bultot

Drake looked across at the amusement park as he sipped his pint. People roaming, playing the coconuts, visiting the fortune teller… riding the roller coaster.

He would never ride one. Not his kind of thrill. Far too dangerous.

Anything could happen.

He listened to their screams, screams which could change from exhilarated excitement to terror in an instant. At the push of a button.

His finger hovered over the remote’s trigger… trembled… and relaxed.

Not today. He got his thrills holding people’s lives in his palm. Life… or death. Shame for it to end too soon. Later perhaps. Maybe tomorrow…

FF – Not a Holy Relic

December 2, 2020 66 comments

Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by C.E. Ayr.

“Look, Brother!”

“Yes, the sign of Infinity!”

“There is no beginning. There is no end. All things are eternal.”

“We are one with the Universe, and the Universe is one with us.”

“It is a sign, Brother!”

“Yes, a sign! We are indeed blessed!”

“Blessed!”

There it is, Baz!

Yeah, I see it. Excuse me, gents…”

“Wait, touch not the Holy Relic, mortal!”

Um. It’s my shoelace.

“Your shoelace?

Yep.

“So… we couldn’t encase it in holy amber? The centrepiece of our religion, to worship for time unending?”

Not really. I need it to keep my shoe on.

“Arse.”

“Bugg’rit.”

FF – The Nam

November 25, 2020 48 comments

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

Copyright Susan Eames

And…. Action!

“Hello, Bruce, we heard from your grandson that you were injured in Vietnam and would love to talk to you for our documentary.”

“Sure thing, cobber. Hurt in The Nam, I was.”

“How did it feel?”

“Bloody painful, mate.”

“Shock, fear?”

“For sure!“

“Do you still suffer?”

“Aches on cold days. Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night, reliving it, like.”

“I bet.”

“Bad year, 2018.”

2018?”

“My holiday in Ho Chi Minh City. What we’re talking about! Slipped in the shower. Broke me leg in three places. Five star hotel, too!”

“Bloody hell. Cut!”

  

FF – Portal to Nowhere

November 18, 2020 58 comments

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

Copyright Sarah Potter

“Hello, Control? I’m through the portal!”

crackle crackle

“I can’t hear you, can you hear me? It’s incredible, but… all black and white! My eyes! My eyes!”

“Greetings, stranger. Do not fear.”

“But… but… my eyes… black and white…”

“That is normal, my friend. You have entered the In-Between.”

“In between… where?”

“Between whence you came and your destination. A mirror world of your own, dark and without colour.”

“Where is the portal? It’s gone!”

“You can never return. But you are most welcome!”

“I am?”

“Of course! We so seldom get fresh meat… I mean a new face haha… here.”

“Ulp.”