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FF – Stay Vigilant
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Roger Bultot.
According to MS Word, “This language may be offensive to your reader.” You have been warned đŽ
Shoes. Comfortable. Keep your feet warm. Take you where you need to go.
But what if they donât? Occasionally, you get a well dodgy pair. They pull you into a pub, a gambling shop. They force you to kick some poor unsuspecting mug in the nuts.
Some shoes can be right proper bastards.
And what do you do then? You hang them. Hang them by the laces until they be dead.
It may seem harsh, but itâs the only way.
Keep your wits about you. Are any of your shoes right proper bastards? If so, act now.
Stay vigilant. Stay safe.
FF – Ancients
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Rochelle herself!

The scientists gasped as the quantum time-space manipulator hummed to life. The broken ruins before them transformed â pristine buildings, people everywhere… people under attack! The Ancients, an advanced yet savage, cannibalistic race thought to have left Earth millennia ago, were killing, burning – feasting.
âItâs like weâre actually there!â enthused Professor Hayworth, team leader. âA doorway to the past! This will rewrite history!â
One of the Ancients turned towards him and threw a spear. It slammed through the professorâs chest, throwing him backwards.
The scientists had forgotten what any schoolchild knows â a door, once opened, works both ways.
The Ancients flooded through.
FF – Building Fences
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Brenda Cox.
I used to play wiv da kids across da street. But den deir parents tried to take our stuff anâ break our houses. So our parents built a big fence. Now I canât play wiv dem any more. Anâ dey is nasty now too. Dey grabbed my teddy bear Mr Fluffles through da fence and dey kicked him arounâ. I canât reach him. He looks lonely. Dey wonât give him back. Poor Mr Fluffles.
I hope our parents can make up soon.
It cold tonight. Mr Fluffles doesnât have any heating. I hope Mr Fluffles is okay.
FF – Missing
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Lisa Fox.

I wonder whatâs in there? thought the little boy as he wandered past. The doors and windows were barred, stopping him getting in. Sometimes he thought he heard noises inside, a voice maybe. He had asked, but his Dad told him it was just his imagination.
There was nothing in there.
I wonder whatâs out there? thought the little girl as she sat in the dark. The doors and windows were barred, stopping her getting out. Sometimes, she thought she heard noises outside, a voice maybe. She had asked, but the Man told her it was just her imagination.
There was nothing out there.
FF – An Inadvisable Decapitation
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Anne Higa.

âDaddy, why is it leaning?â
âAh, son, thatâs because when the aliens borrowed it for study they didnât put it back straight.â
âFrank! Stop filling the kidâs head full of nonsense!â
Meanwhile, in orbitâŚ
âHelmsman KâCharg, look at it! Itâs on the piss! What does the Prime Directive say? Hmm? Hmm?â
âUmm, after borrowing an alien artefact for study, put it back the way you found it?â
âExactly!â
âI think weâll have trouble with that human specimen, then. I removed its head to look inside but when I glued it back on it wasnât working anymore.â
âOh, KâCharg, you idiot!â
âHahaha!â
âHahaha!â
FF – A World Askew
Here is my post for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Roger Bultot.
I had nothing this week and finally, several days later than usual, ended up with this.
Did you notice? That the world is getting a little askew?
Donât worry if you didnât. It happens very slowly. Very slowly indeed. Just a tiny bit at a time. So itâs hard to spot.
Little by little everything goes sideways. Things arenât quite right any more. If we donât do something, pretty soon up will be down and left will be right and no-one will even have noticed.
But have you noticed?
Close your eyes and look at the world with your mind.
Does it look quite right to you?
FF – What Cats Think
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Dale Rogerson.

I lurk behind the pulped tree matter, planning my moveâŚ
âWhatâs Miss Fluffypaws doing up there?â
âSheâs fine, sweetie, leave her alone.â
⌠all undetected, I await, invisible, until itâs time to strikeâŚ
âShe looks like sheâs lurking.â
âShe always looks like sheâs lurking.â
⌠little do the two-legs suspect that their end is at handâŚ
âSheâs looking at me funny, Dad!â
âWell, thatâs cats for you.â
⌠I prepare to pounce, this is the Age of the Cat!âŚ
âShe knows weâre the ones who supply her food.â
⌠the two-legs make a good point⌠cancel attack⌠prepare to take nap⌠zzzzzzzzz
FF – Make Klaziquarg Great Again!
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Bill Reynolds.

âYou forgot where you parked the space module? Itâs camouflaged as a truck and it could be on any planet, in any galaxy, in any time period? It could be anywhere, anywhen?â
âYep. No wait, there it is.â
âWhat are the odds? Hang on, some bits have fallen off.â
âThatâs just the disguise. No wait, itâs the warp drive.â
âCan you fix it?â
âNope. How will we get back home to Klaziquarg?â
âI have a plan. Iâll put on an orange wig, get myself elected to high office and divert the nationâs finances to fixing our ship.â
âMake Klaziquarg great again!â
âHuzzah!â
FF – On the Plus Side
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Na’ama Yehuda.
Sebastian hurried home, shivering. Heâd freeze before long. Midday? Might as well be midnight.
Looking up he could see candlelight flickering in a few homes. Some said they made the tallow from dead people. Rubbish, what a waste! A decent-sized dead person could feed a family for a week.
He swore as he stumbled over a frozen corpse and picked up his pace. Many would kill him for the food heâd found. Probably the last tin of beans on the planet.
Nuclear winter was no joke, but on the plus side, the human race had finally solved global warming.
FF – Destroying the Lobster
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Rochelle herself.

Patrons screamed as a black-clad figure smashed through the ceiling window, dropping to the floor.
âCome out, Lobster!â he snarled. âYour evil-doing days are done!â
âGood evening, Sir,â said a waiter, quite unphased. âTable for one?â
âWhat? Where is the Lobster?â
âIâm sure I donât know, Sir. Maybe a cocktail while you wait?â
âIâm a top agent, dammit!â
âThatâs nice, Sir.â
âIâve got the wrong address again, havenât I?â
âIndeed. We do have lobster, if Sir would care to choose one?â
âFine. Iâll destroy the lobster one way or another.â
âCertainly, Sir. Iâll have the ceiling repairs added to your bill, Sir.â