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FF – The Worst Idea Ever
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo comes courtesy of J Hardy Carroll.
I had problems thinking of a story for this one, so I’ve gone full silly. I apologise in advance, I’m not in the mood for writing thoughtful or sombre this evening :-).
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FF – First Contact
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle. Today’s photo was contributed by C.E. Ayr.
I saw a spaceship. Did anyone else see a spaceship?
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The cooling stardrive glowed bright blue as the Zorkan mothership descended to Earth. It dropped majestically, nestling at last next to the river, a stream of blood flowing from its underbelly as some 120 people were inadvertently crushed beneath. A blisteringly loud voice boomed a message of hope…
“We come in peace!”
… rupturing 940 eardrums and resulting in seven million broken windows and 320 fatal car accidents.
Realising the harm it had caused the ship departed, its flaming take-off rockets accidentally incinerating 9,325 citizens. Most horrifying of all were the pamphlets they dropped upon leaving:
“Sorry about that. We’ll be back :-).”
FF – Man vs Bird
Here is my story for this week’s Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Roger Bultot.
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Copyright Roger Bultot
It was a day like any other, when…
“Woah, look up there! It’s like that film with all the birds.”
“’The Birds’?”
“Yeah, that’s the one. They’re gathering, ready to pluck out our eyeballs. Death by a thousand pecks. Man the guns!”
“Calm down, you’re overreacting. Ooh, wait, pigeon pie! Attack!”
Meanwhile, outside…
“Woah, look down there! It’s like that film with all the humans.”
“’The Humans’?”
“Yeah, that’s the one. They’re gathering, ready to shoot us out of the sky. Death by a thousand air rifles. Beaks on standby!”
“Calm down, you’re overreacting. Ooh, wait, they’ve got snacks! Attack!”
Mutually assured destruction.
FF – Inheritance
Here is my story for this week’s Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Mary Shipman. Thanks, Mary!
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Copyright Mary Shipman
“Wow, Dad sure did sell a lot of old trash.”
“Yeah. How much d’ya think we can get for this place?”
“Not a lot. Off the beaten track, and his stock? Well. We’ll sell it somehow.”
“Hey, here’s where you carved your initials.”
“Yeah, I got a telling-off that day! And those… what did he call them… ‘quality vintage undergarments’? Still not sold. I remember when he bought them. Family outing to that antiques fair outside Brighton, remember?”
The brothers fell silent, each lost in his own memories.
“So… you take the counter and I’ll welcome customers?”
“Sounds like a plan.”
FF – Night of Terror
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Madison Woods.
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Copyright Madison Woods
“Hurry, they’re coming, string the barbed wire!”
(twang)
“Connect it to the generator and flip the switch!”
(crackle bzzzzzzz)
“I can see them now, freaks, horns, demons! They’ll take everything, nothing is safe, no-one is safe. Inside, quickly! Close the door, lock it. We have seconds, scant seconds! Turn out the light.”
(click)
“Behind the sofa, everyone. They mustn’t see us, they mustn’t see us… they’re here, oh God, they’re here… shhhhh…”
(clomp clomp clomp…)
“TRICK OR TREAT!”
FF – A Costly Mix-Up
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Kent Bonham, and you read the other stories by clicking on the blue froggy.
Copyright Kent Bonham
“I don’t understand, Michaelson. We’ve tried every glyph in this damnable book to no avail, by Gods!” snapped Trenchart in exasperation.
Michaelson regarded the book suspiciously. “Are you sure this book is the genuine article, old man? Three weeks we’ve been at this. Three damnable weeks!”
“Got it off some chappie in the market, cost a fortune. Swore it was the genuine article, what?” said Trenchart. “Same time as I purchased that colouring book I shipped home to my daughter…” He tailed off, and the intrepid explorers looked at the book in horror.
“Damn it all, Trenchart!” yelled Michaelson.
FFftPP – Something Wicked This Way Comes
Here is my story for Roger’s Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner. We get a phrase to use – “What is the peculiar smell?” and a photo, along with 200 words.
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Photo from pixabay.com
“What is that peculiar smell?”
“‘tis the stench of death, come for us on wings of deepest black. Forsooth.”
“What? What? What’s he saying?” The other meerkats shook their heads. “Ever since that tourist safari chap dropped The Complete Works of Shakespeare he’s been insufferable.” The other meerkats nodded.
“For ’tis the cruel arrows of fate which approacheth or mayhap a harbinger of doom which cometh on paws of death. Forsooth.”
“Paws of death? I suppose he could mean… a lion’s coming?” The other meerkats looked around, panicking.
“And here he cometh as ‘twere Hades himself risen from the circles of ever fiery Hell our souls to claim, forsooth, our broken bodies…”
ROAAAAR! SNAP!
“… to rip aaaaargh!”
“Well, lads, that comes as a bit of a relief, quite frankly.” The other meerkats, eyes wide as saucers, nodded. “Okay, chaps, RUN!”
FF – Treatment Failed
Here is my story for this week’s Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. The picture this week was contributed by J Hardy Carroll.
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Copyright J Hardy Carroll
Josie looked up at the burned out windows as she huddled in the shadow of the broken building. The other kids thought this place depressing but she liked it here. Sometimes she fancied that if she looked hard enough, she could see the ghost of her mother staring down. It made her feel safe.
Her mother had been a “resident” here at Saint Joseph’s Home for the Feeble of Mind until the Great Fire of 1972. They’d been trying to cure her of her compulsion towards arson.
Josie shook her head sadly. Guess it didn’t take.
FF – The Final Sacrifice
Here’s my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. I’m a bit earlier than usual as I have a day off today! The photo was supplied by Marie Gail Stratford.
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Copyright Marie Gail Stratford
The city looked so beautiful, so peaceful from up on the ledge. Harry watched the people, ant-like, scurrying around, busy with their own lives. He felt strangely disconnected.
He had lost the house trying to prop up his failing law firm, the last straw for his long-suffering wife. She’d left with the kids. He had nothing left.
Hearing his law partner approach, pleading with him to come back off the ledge, he shook his head sadly.
“Here’s what you do. This roof has easy access, no locked door and no safety rail. Sue the owners. Save the firm.”
He jumped.
FF – Modern Art
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Ted Strutz.
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Copyright Ted Strutz
“Jeez, mate, what the Hell is that? What a mess!”
Pedro looked the passer-by straight in the eyes. “It’s new, it’s bold, it’s modern, it’s art!”
“Yeah… it’s not though, is it? It’s crap and you’re a hack.”
“Hmm, maybe it could use a little extra something…” mused Pedro, eyes flashing angrily. “Wait right here.”
For days the artwork “Man With Head Smashed In By Sledgehammer Next To Toilet Of Flowers” took the art world by storm. That is, until the sun came out and the “beautifully detailed figure” (Modern Sculpture Magazine), the “utterly lifelike mannequin” (Art Today), started to stink.
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