Sharing My World 2015 Week 39
It’s time to Share My World again, with the questions posed by talented photographer Cee.
Which way does the toilet paper roll go? Over or under?
Over, obviously :-).
As well as ensuring that one doesn’t smack one’s hand into the wall while using this configuration, according to the excellent website and essential research tool Toilet Paper History (hey, you really can find anything on the interwebz) the “official” inventor of the toilet roll holder, Seth Wheeler, clearly showed the toilet paper in an “over” configuration in his patent application.
Picture via cnet.com, but since it’s a patent I’m assuming it’s public domain
So there.
If you were a crayon, what colour would you be?
Recently I had to be a pen, now a crayon. I’m regressing. Soon I’ll be a finger paint.
I guess some sort of purple/mauve/indigo/deep blue colour. That’s my favourite.
You are comfortable doing nothing? For long stretches of time?
That depends on what “nothing” means. I’m assuming just sitting there not reading, watching TV or anything. I don’t really do that. But if I’m in a situation where I’m waiting for something, say at the doctor’s, I’m okay just sitting there watching people come and go.
Would you accept $5,000 to shave your head or dye it bright lime green and continue your normal activities while not explaining the reason for your haircut or colour?
Well, five grand is five grand! I’d go for the shaving of the head, I think. It would only take around three months for my hair to grow back to the way it is now. I don’t know how I’d get away without telling anyone, though. They might think I’m having chemo or something and that wouldn’t be fair on them.
I suppose bright lime green would quickly grow out, too. And think of all the lovely things I could buy!
Daily Post Photo Challenge – Boundaries
This week’s Daily Post Photo Challenge is all about boundaries – of any description.
The path is clearly marked. Do not cross this boundary! (Godrevy, Cornwall.)
The boundary between Earth and the infinite beyond. (Out the front of my house, Cornwall.)
Safety and… well, falling off a cliff :-(. (St Michael’s Mount, Cornwall.)
Trees Behind My House
Here are some trees behind my house, taken from my dinky back garden earlier this evening. But the photo looked too sharp. What to do?
I found a “soften” button on “old faithful” (Jasc Paint Shop Pro 8) so I set it to 10% and there was another setting as well (“edge importance” or some such which I also fiddled with) so I clicked it and it all went blurry. Then I found a “sharpen” button so I clicked that as well to stop it being so blurry! I don’t know what I’m doing :-).
Friday Fictioneers – Her Broken Heart
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s picture was contributed by Marie Gail Stratford.
To read this week’s other stories, click on the blue froggy.
Copyright Marie Gail Stratford
Sitting slumped at the desk, she looked across at the easy chairs. The one on the left had been his. Empty now. Empty as her broken heart.
He was gone. Gone forever. Her love, her life, her everything.
Wiping a tear from her eye, she grabbed the mouse – his silly, ziggy-zaggy, beautiful mouse (that thought brought a lump to her throat) – and began searching. Chainsaw hire, mini-diggers, concreting and patio services…
If her wonderful, beautiful, perfect Barry and slutty Sally from Accounts Payable enjoyed each other so much, they could bloody well spend eternity in the same hole.
MFTS – The Unexpected House
Here is my story for Barbara Beacham’s Mondays Finish the Story. We get a photo and an opening sentence, which is in bold in my story. To read all the other contributions, click on the blue froggy.
I’m not sure what my story is supposed to be. Horror? Comedy? Comedy horror? It made me laugh :-).
Copyright B. W. Beacham
The A&B Building was made entirely from driftwood. But no-one in the sleepy town of Little Stickle would ever know the hideous truth. The sudden appearance of the building one morning had been quite a surprise!
The residents were cautiously excited.
The construction crew had horrible, blood-spattered flashbacks.
The police were baffled.
Also in the news that morning was the strange disappearance of a visiting 100-piece Country and Western ensemble. The townsfolk loved their Country and Western, and almost all had turned up to listen. What a disappointment they were!
The residents had booed.
The construction crew had thrown bottles and gotten terribly, terribly drunk.
The police had shaken their heads.
In the morning, there the new house was.
The residents wondered why it smelled faintly of dead animal.
The construction crew wondered what the sticky red substance on their tools was.
The police wondered what had happened to the rubbish Country and Western band “Driftwood”.
Sharing My World 2015 Week 38
It’s time for another Share Your World, hosted by Cee!
What do you do to make a living or during the day if you are retired. If you are a student what are you studying?
I work in IT for a small internet-based company. I write code, review other people’s code, help other people write code, test code, put code live, look after servers, look after databases, provide support…
Have you ever participated in a distance walking, swimming, running, or biking event? Tell your story.
No. Doing so would place unnecessary strain on our National Health Service :-).
What is usually your first thought when you wake up?
Weekend/Public Holiday/Annual Leave: “Yay! Let’s get this day started! Oh, the possibilities!”
Work day: “Ugh. Morning already? Ugh. How can it be morning already? I only just went to bed. Ugh.”
Complete this sentence: Look out behind you, it’s a…
…monkey.
How great would that be? Monkeys are cool. They even have a cute name. Monkey. Hee hee :-).
Literary Lion – After The Fall
Here is my post for Laura’s fortnightly “Literary Lion” challenge. We get 400 words to write a story relating to a prompt word, which this fortnight is “fall“. Sorry there’s no photo :-(.
Dravik shook his head vigorously.
“No, Crannik! Don’t go out there, it’s dangerous!”
Crannik sighed. He’d heard the stories, told to naughty children right before bedtime. How a rebellious faction of Inlanders had been exiled beyond the Wall. How they were supposedly there still (or at least their descendants, Crannik supposed). All this had happened a long, long time ago, if it had happened at all, and personally Crannik had his doubts about that.
“The Fallen – doomed to life in the Beyond, to eke out a wretched existence, to die in misery for their crimes.” That was how the story, and Crannik was convinced it was just a story, ended. There was some evidence that The Fall was in fact real, but Crannik suspected it had been a minor uprising rather than the hideous deeds of a cannibalistic faction.
“Come on, Dravik,” he urged, “it’ll be fun! Think of the adventure!”
Dravik just shook his head and walked away. Crannik laughed and set out, reaching the boundary of Inland in good time. He’d found the hole in the Wall many weeks earlier and quickly slipped through, walking away from the familiar, deep into the Beyond.
He walked for hours and as darkness fell, he made camp. He huddled closer to the fire as unfamiliar sounds came from the forest around him. He was willing to admit, this was pretty creepy. A night bird, insects… a snapping twig… breathing? Crannik leaped up and ran, crashing through the undergrowth, sobbing with fear. He could clearly hear something following him, and now… in front of him! He slid to a halt as a shadowy figure appeared from behind a tree. He fell to the ground, breathless, shaking. The figure came closer, closer…
“Ha!” laughed Dravik. “So you don’t believe in The Fallen, huh? Certainly ran fast enough, didn’t you! I’ve been tracking you all day!”
“You little…” Crannik’s sigh of relief became a gasp of horror as he saw Dravik’s eyes widen in shock. His friend clutched at the metal-tipped shaft protruding from his chest, blood trickling from his mouth. He slumped to the ground.
“You damaged the meat, fool!” snapped a harsh voice from the darkness.
“Be silent!” barked another. “We’ll eat him first, and put the other in the larder!”
Crannik clawed himself to his feet and ran.
Brrr – It’s Cold!
It’s only just Autumn, and look at the temperature when I stopped for petrol at 0710 this morning. Even the frost warning light came on! Yeeks :-(. (Google tells me that’s 39F.)
Sunrise at Work
I took a couple of photos of yesterday’s sunrise! I only had my phone camera because I was arriving at work and it’s made the sun look like a huge explosion away in the distance :-). I should probably post-process it but I don’t have Photoshop. And I can’t be bothered.
Friday Fictioneers – To Any Lengths
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, the weekly flash fiction challenge hosted by Rochelle. The photo this week was contributed by The Reclining Gentleman. My genre for this week is “craziness!” :-).
To read this week’s other stories click on the blue froggy.
Copyright The Reclining Gentleman
Jedd increased speed as his pursuer swerved around another vehicle. Terrified, he threw caution to the winds, flooring the accelerator.
Who could want him so badly?
So preoccupied was he that he missed the brake lights ahead. At the last second, screaming, he swerved into the crash barrier. Legs crushed, terrified, helpless, he saw a shadowy figure approach. It rapped on the side window, which promptly shattered. He saw the face of… his dear old mum!
“Sorry about that, dearie. You forgot your packed lunch!” she said brightly, handing him his sandwiches before roaring off again. Jedd began to cry.
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