Over the Hill
Here is my contribution to Adam Ickes’ Storybook Corner writing prompt.
This one is 100-250 words, and we get a photo to help us along. My story follows the prompt photo below.
And now on KidzTV, the final ever “Storytime with Millie”.
“Hello boys and girls! Today we’re going to hear the story of ‘The Little Engine that Couldn’t.’
“There once was a little engine, we’ll call her ‘Billie’, who worked ever so hard all her life. She did everything asked of her. But one day, children, the railway staff said she was too old to work anymore! They said that today would be her last day. They thought she was old and ugly and past her best and they shoved her to one side.
“Billie was so upset but the railway staff wouldn’t listen. ‘This is your last ever day,’ they said. All of my, um, Billie’s hard work meant nothing to them.”
(What’s going on? That’s not in the script!
Oh hell, she’s trying to make a point.)
“No matter how much she pleaded, the nasty railway staff told her she was over the hill! They wanted to quietly shove her off into a siding. Can you believe that, children?”
(Do something! Cue up a commercial!)
“’Help me!’ cried Mil… um Billie. ‘All my fans, please, write to the, um, railway staff and save me from the nasty asshats!’”
(Good God, now she‘s swearing. Cut her off, NOW!)
“’This cannot stand!’ she cried. ‘All my life I’ve worked…aargh… get off…”
(Get her!
Ow! She kicked me in the nuts!)
“… save Billie! Save Billie aaargh!”
Beep… Beep… Normal programming will resume shortly.
Cooked
It’s time for some Friday Fictioneers action again, which is hosted by Rochelle. The photo, for which we need to write our 100-ish word story, has been contributed by Ted Strutz.
To read all the other stories or to contribute your own, click on the blue frog.
“Oh, you’ll talk!” grinned Marcos, shoving the extension cord down Jeff’s trousers. He flipped the first switch. Nothing.
“One down, two to go! Where’s the gold?”
Although Jeff’s hands were bound, he managed to flip Marcos the bird. Another switch. Jeff still wasn’t talking.
“Say goodbye to your bits!” laughed Marcos and pushed the final switch. There was a bang, the outlet exploded and Marcos fell twitching to the floor. Jeff set about trying to extricate the cord from his underpants as the thug sparked and smouldered.
“The gold’s in the switch box,” he said. “Don’t try to use it, it’ll probably short out. Heh heh.”
Hunter and Prey
It’s Mondays Finish the Story time. Because its Monday!
This challenge is hosted by Barbara Beecham and involves writing 100 to 150 words in response to a photo. To help us along we also get the starting sentence (which is not part of the word count). Something a bit different this week from me. The supplied starting sentence is in bold in my story below.
To see this week’s other contributions, click on the little blue froggy.
She was unaware that she was being watched.
But everything and everyone is watched. All the time.
The worm, as it goes about its business, is unaware of the bird watching it hungrily, which in turn is oblivious to the hawk above.
The deer has not seen the wolf, stalking it on silent paws. The wolf, intent on its prey, has not seen the hunter staring through the sights of his rifle, already counting the money the wolf’s pelt will bring.
The snow turns red and the hunter claims his prize.
High above, secreted within his cloaked scout ship, Ka’N’Kath watches the hunter through his ship’s optical scanning matrix.
Designation Oltrix 427, local name “Earth”, primitive weapons, multiple natural resources, recommend conquest.
Ka’N’Kath sends the message to High Command, turning his ship towards home, a home he will never again see. For he, in his turn, is being watched.
There is always a bigger fish.
Evidence
Here is my contribution for this week’s Friday Fictioneers, a weekly flash challenge hosted by Rochelle where we write a 100-ish word story based on a photo. This week’s photo was contributed by Georgia Koch.
For this week’s other contributions, click on the little blue froggy. You can also use this link to add your own story to the mix!
Never one for altruism, Franco’s friends (if it could be said that he had friends) were astonished when he joined “Save Our Barges”. An ex-mobster, charity was never his thing.
He chatted to the great and good, raised funds, worked tirelessly until at last he made it onto the charity’s board… until at last he was granted access to the Betty May.
The charity’s latest restoration project, the Betty May was locked away in dry dock, awaiting much-needed love and a tender touch.
That night the Betty May burnt to charcoal. Some of Franco’s secrets were best left buried.
The Great Escape
It’s Mondays Finish the Story time here on draliman’s blog. This is hosted by Barbara Beacham in which we get a photo and a starting sentence and have to write a 100-150 word story (not counting the starting sentence).
Click on the little blue froggy to see all this week’s contributions. The supplied starting sentence is in bold in my story. It’s a little bit o’ dialogue this week.
They finally made their escape. Unfortunately, they were now stuck in a ditch.
“Moron!” yelled Teddy.
“Idiot!” yelled Brian.
They sat in silence for a moment.
“What now?” asked Teddy. “They’ll catch us for sure.”
“Try it again,” said Brian.
Teddy pushed the pedal. The wheels spun. The truck didn’t move.
“We’re dead,” moaned Brian. “They’ll catch us, then they’ll kill us.”
“Or they’ll lock us away forever,” added Teddy.
They stared at each other.
“Maybe if you got out and pushed?”
“You get out and push!” yelled Brian.
More silence.
“Let’s get out of here,” said Teddy finally.
“Too late,” said Brian, looking behind them.
Racing up the road came Mr Jenkins in his tracksuit. Much further back was Mr Hawkins, huffing and puffing and clutching his chest.
“Idiot children!” yelled Mr Jenkins. “You could’ve been killed! We’re calling your parents, then it’s detention FOR LIFE!”
“Said so,” mumbled Teddy sadly. “Locked up forever.”
Lost Friends
It’s Friday Fictioneers time hosted by Rochelle, and the photo this week was contributed by Jan Wayne Fields. We need to write a 100-ish word story based on this photo.
I’ve pretty much written nothing but comedies for my challenges recently, but this photo made me feel a bit gloomy for some reason. I nearly renamed this “There in Spirit”. But that sounded a bit corny :-).
Click on the blue guy to read this week’s other stories, or even contribute your own!
Jared stared out of the window. The table behind him was set for four as it always was on this day, a memorial to the four friends who had sat here together every year to celebrate life.
Inseparable since childhood, three years ago death had intervened. A New Year’s party, several drinks too many, a car, a corner, a tree.
Jared’s heart felt heavy as he thought of the three companions he would never again share good times with, help through the bad times.
The door opened and the three friends sombrely entered. Jared took a last look and faded back into their memories.
Close Call
It’s time for Mondays Finish the Story, a weekly challenge hosted by Barbara Beacham in which we get both a photograph and an opening sentence.
The goal is to finish the story in 100-150 words not including the opening sentence, which is fortunate as the opening sentence is quite long this week!
Click on the little blue guy to see the other stories for this week. The supplied opening sentence is in bold in my story.
Racing down into the atmosphere, the unidentified object crashed, leaving behind one heck of a huge crater and a plume of smoke that could be seen from miles around.
Jake and Betty stared in astonishment – at the sky, having been blown off their feet by the blast. Jake reached for his phone.
The police arrived, then the onlookers and finally General Herbert, accompanied by a single tank, his entire arsenal.
A small grey-green figure emerged from the crater, waving all six of his arms enthusiastically. He held up a satchel of some sort.
“Invasion!” yelled Herbert. “Open fire!”
The little figure exploded in a shower of alien guts, sheaves of paper flying from his satchel. Herbert retrieved one.
InterGalactic Pizza™ now operating on your planet. Call today!
“No!” yelled Herbert. “What have I done? A pizza delivery alien. Harmless, innocent, nooooo!”
On the ground was a small device. A radio? He pushed the button.
“Hello? Is anyone there? I’m so sorry…”
“Yes?” said a voice.
“Oh, thank God. We’ll have five quattro formaggi and a side of coleslaw.”
















