draliman on life

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

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.”

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

  

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

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

And now on BBC One, popular 70s police drama “Jinks and Simmons”.

(Cue cheesy 70s opening titles)

“Jinks, look at this.”

“Fairy lights?”

“Bastards. Sick, sick bastards. Break it down.”

“POLICE! NOBODY MOVE! You – name!”

“Um, Mr Wilberforce. This is my wife.”

“What’s the date, Mr Wilberforce? THE DATE, MAN!”

“Um, November 13^th?”

“CORRECT! November! And what are these?”

“Um, Christmas lights. We, um, love Christmas.”

“Jinks, arrest them for offences contrary to the Misuse of Holidays Act (1697). Too early for fairy lights, Mr Wilberforce! Get these sick bastards out of my sight.”

“Sick, sick bastards.”

(Cue cheesy 70s end credits)

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

Sitting in the control room, General B’Asturrd noticed a furtive movement on the CCTV monitor.

“There, d’ya see? A thief, stealing from that little stall! Commence Operation Extreme Prejudice (Beta Trial)!”

“Yessir!”

Bzzzzzzz

The festive wires hanging above the street came alive with electricity. A lightning bolt, sparking with lethal power, struck down. The thief screamed as his eyeballs exploded messily and he fell smoking to the street.

Much the same happened to the stallholders. And the tourists. And an unfortunate cat.

“A success!”

“Um, sir, it was a bit… indiscriminate. All those innocent…”

“Innocent? INNOCENT?… Everybody’s guilty of something.”

Here is my post for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by J Hardy Carroll (I think).

“Synchronise watches… motion?”

“Motion is go.”

“Audio?”

“Audio is go.”

“Video?”

“Go on video.”

“Stand by mini spy car and… go go go!”

“Careful, steer round those kids… good, through the door, mind the rubbish bin… good, yes, good!”

“Nearly there!”

“Yes, just through this door, and… target acquired! He’s typing the password in! Video?”

“Video is capturing!”

“Excellent!”

“We’ll soon have complete access to the mainframe! All those grades we can change at a whim!”

“No, for £100 per grade. We’ll be rich! Rich!”

What’s this? Some pupil’s toy truck? I’M NOT HAVING IT IN HERE!

SMASH!

“Bollocks.”

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

“That little holder for the condiments. I remember when we got that.”

“Yes.”

“We bought it in that little gift shop. On our honeymoon.”

“Yes.”

“What a time we had!”

“Yes.”

“Our kids had some fun out in the garden.”

“Yes.”

“Off at university now, the pair of them.”

“Yes.”

“Studying hard. And partying hard too, I expect!”

“Yes.”

“Aaaah… we had some good times. Great times. Wouldn’t you say?”

“Yes.”

“So… what say we give it another try? The two of us? A fresh start.”

“…”

“…?”

“No.”

Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by C.E. Ayr. Well, I say story… just a bit of fun!

“That’s really pink. A real girlie boat! Does it have lace curtains?”

“You sexist pig! I’m calling the Political Correctness Police.”

Wee-wah-wee-wah screech

“Allo allo allo. I’m Sergeant Jimminy. What’s goin’ on ‘ere then?”

“He called my boat ‘girlie’ because it’s pink.”

“Whaaaaat? You scum! Scum! Get ‘im, lads.”

Aaargh! Thump! Whap!

“In the water with ‘im, lads!”

Splash! Gurgle! Drown!

“That’s that, then, love. You can always rely on me, good ol’ Sergeant Jimminy (wink wink). You get your cute little self onto your dinky pink boat and… uh-oh…”

“Sexist scum! Get ‘im, lads!”

Aaargh! Thump! Whap! Gurgle! Drown! etc

Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle, brought to you in Glorious Blockeditor-o-vision! This week’s photo was contributed by Sandra Crook.

“Look, some bloke’s makin’ a TV doc’ment’ry.”

“Yup.”

… seaweed strewn around. And why, we ask ourselves? Has there been a flood? The work of kids, perhaps? Or maybe… just maybe… some kind of hideous sea creature? Ha ha! In fact, there is a legend hereabouts of ‘Krakenkin’, a monster similar to the famous ‘Kraken’. Why the similarity in names? Lack of imagination on the part of the local yokels, perhaps? Ha ha! No, it is this reporter’s view that kids were responsible for…

Roooooar! Aaaargh! Eeeek! Chomp! Splatter!

“Serves ‘im right. Hoity-toity big city toff.”

“Yup.”

“’Nother pint?”

“Yup.”