draliman on life

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

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Copyright Fatima Fakier Deria

Giggling, laughing, they climbed aboard, drinks in hand. Plenty more inside, and snacks too. Graduating High School, their whole lives ahead of them. Time for a party.

Little did they know, they’d booked the…

!!!Party Bus To Hell!!!

Starring

Jessica Lemons as “Chirpy Cheerleader”
Chuck Mason as “Popular Moronic Jock”
and introducing
Frankie Peanuts as “Underappreciated Nerd”

–This is a Ride Not to be Missed–

In cinemas now! Board the !!!Party Bus To Hell!!! – if you dare!

(Rated 18, some bad language, mild nudity, massive gratuitous violence, traumatic amputations, decapitations, arterial spurting, that sort of thing)

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

Copyright C.E. Ayr

Excerpt from Little Chipping Police official Twitter account

09:50 Eagle-eyed Sergeant Nutbones spots online image – arrow pointing wrong way on roundabout, well done Sarge! #verydangerousroundabout #niceonesarge

10:27 Arrest warrant issued for city planner Jean-Pierre Duchamp #verydangerousroundabout #werecomingforyou

13:14 Duchamp located in France! International arrest warrant issued #verydangerousroundabout #fugitive

13:21 Investigation cost £50k so far but we are relentless! #verydangerousroundabout #noescapefromthelaw #gettingexpensive

15:45 Apparently roundabout is in France not in Little Chipping so arrow correct, arrest warrant cancelled #oops #ourbad #notourjurisdictionanyway

16:30 It is with heavy heart that we announce the early retirement of Sergeant Nutbones with immediate effect #verysad #stupidmoron #roundaboutgate

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

Copyright J. Hardy Carroll

Lost to the ages, three men set out to re-discover… The Secret.

“Brock, this is it, it must be! An ancient storage facility… deep underground… it all fits!”

“Careful, Chad, remember what the boss said about booby traps.”

“Nonsense! The Colonel wasn’t so clever. I’m opening…”

KABLOOIE!

“What was that? Where’s Chad?”

“Um… over there. And over there. And up there. He got impatient. You might say he lost his head. Get it? Hahaha!”

“…”

“Too soon?”

“Dammit! The recipe! The Colonel’s special recipe! Blown to bits! Nooooo!”

And so, lost forever, chicken was never quite as finger-lickin’ good again.

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’…?”

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

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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”.

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.

Copyright Fatima Fakier Deria

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!

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 😊