Archive for the ‘Fiction’ Category

FF – The Watchers

March 14, 2018 61 comments

Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. The photo was contributed by Ted Strutz.

Copyright Ted Strutz


The camera sat forlornly on the hilltop, still pointed skywards. A small hamper and flask of hot soup sat nearby on a blanket, laid out in an attempt to afford the user some measure of protection against the damp grass. A book on astronomy lay open, pages fluttering in the breeze.

Molly trudged up the hill. “Harold? Harold? Where could he be, the old fool?”

Concentrating on the flask, the book, the camera, she didn’t notice the still-smoking pile of ash…


There are things. Up there. In the stars. And they don’t like being watched.


Pegman – The Future of Love

March 12, 2018 45 comments

Here is my story for What Pegman Saw. This week we are visiting the Bahamas.

Copyright Slayde Kerner for Google Maps


“Oh, darling, it seems just yesterday that we walked hand in hand along the pristine beaches, so in love…”

“It was just yesterday.”

“… our hearts swelling swe..swe.. meep meep meep…”

“Oh, terrific.”

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“Hello. Is that Robo Inc? My wife’s broken down.”

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“But… I’m in the Bahamas. Miles from any engineer!”

… meep meep in love in love yesterday day day fzzzt…

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… hand in hand meep BZZZZZZ…

“… BEEP! hello, my darling, why don’t we walk along the beach and make love in the waves?”

“Hooray! Thanks, Robo Inc!”


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FF – Mission Failed

March 7, 2018 79 comments

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

Copyright Sandra Crook


Barclay drew his boat up quietly to the bank near a lawn of sculptures which looked as though they’d been vomited randomly into place. High class venue. He saw cars near the mansion and smiled. No-one would expect him to sneak in by boat. He drew his gun.

Two at the door – blam! blam! Red sprayed. One more inside – blam! Right to the head. Too easy…

… until the hallway. Ten, all firing at once. Screaming, he fell in a pool of sticky red and groaned. He’d never get all this paint out. His mum was going to kill him.


Pegman – A Busy Haunting

March 4, 2018 40 comments

Here is my story for What Pegman Saw. I’ve missed a few weeks but I’m very busy at the moment. February/March is audits, budgets and all sorts!

This week we’re on the Clinton Road in New Jersey. This road is notorious for sightings of ghosts, Satanists, witches and even the Ku Klux Klan.

Of course, I bet they all like to come back after death and join the other ghosts… prepare to be terrified to your verrrry corrrre 🙂

Copyright Google Maps



“Oy! Who are you?”

“We are the ghosts of witches past!” said a witch.

“Well, we’re the ghosts of Satanists past and this is our week,” said a Satanist.

“Don’t think so,” replied a witch. “I’m pretty sure we’re up.”


“We are the ghosts of the Ku Klux Klan. Shudder in fear at… oh, it’s you.”

“Oh, great,” said a witch. “The bloody KKK.”

“It’s getting pretty crowded around here,” said a Satanist.

“There’s been a bit of a scheduling error,” said a witch, checking her diary. “We’re all booked in.”

“Well, we can work with the witches,” said a Satanist, “but everybody hates the KKK. Bugger off.”

“I’ve never been so insulted in my life!” said a Klanner.

“Pretty sure you have,” said a witch.

And so the KKK left in a huff, leaving the witches and Satanists, who had always been of the same mindset, to haunt the road in peace.


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FF – A Man Walks into a Gym

February 28, 2018 75 comments

Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by J Hardy Carroll.

Copyright J Hardy Carroll


Freddy stepped out of the taxi. This must be it, he thought. On the corner, lots of signs. Strange spelling, though. He entered the building and was invited onto a stage surrounded by ropes.

Strange, he thought. But… okay.

Then they hit him. Over and over. He dropped his parcel. Blood sprayed everywhere.

When he came round, he asked them why? Why did you hit me?

It’s a boxing gym, they replied. It’s what we do.

But I only wanted my parcel boxed up, he croaked.

Ah, they said. You want Boxing Jim. He’s next door. Here’s your teeth.


FF – Unethical Productions Ltd

February 21, 2018 63 comments

Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Marie Gail Stratford.


“The last flower on Earth. Already dying. That’s why we at Save The Beautiful But Endangered Bees rely on your donations… no! The planet relies on your donations to save our pollinators…”


“What’s wrong?”

“There are living flowers in the shot. We need to…”

Bzz! Bzz!

“Eek! A bee! A bee!”

“I thought your charity loved…”

“Kill it before it stings me!” (Flail! Thwap! Stomp! Stalks away angrily.)

“Wow. Not a great advert for his charity. Tell me you got that on film.”


“Great. It’ll be perfect for our other charity client, Kill The Nasty Noisy Vicious Bees.”


FF – Sudden Reversal

February 14, 2018 72 comments


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

Copyright Dale Rogerson


The snow lay heavy on the ground. All was silent, sound muffled, like the whole world held its breath. Nearby a street lamp cast a warm, welcoming glow.

Josh smiled, lay down and waved his arms and legs around. He stood and admired his snow angel.

How beautiful. What a fantastic…

The world shook, then turned upside-down! Josh screamed as he was catapulted against the house opposite. It shook again until at last he lay breathless on the ground, both legs shattered. It began to snow.

Get miniaturised! they said. Have a peaceful holiday in a snow globe! they said.