Sharing My World 2015 Week 4

February 1, 2015 28 comments

Here is my post for Share Your World Week 4, hosted by Cee over at her photography blog. Pop over and take a look at her wonderful photos!

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Where did you live at age five?  Is it the same place or town you live now?
I lived in two (technically three) places at age five. We were living in the little village of Carnon Downs and my parents bought a house in Truro, but it wasn’t quite built yet so we had a rented house in Truro for a few weeks. My brother and I called it “the Little House”.

I’ve lived all over the place since then – South East England, Germany, Ireland, and now I am just a few miles outside of Truro. Back to my roots!

You are invited to a party that will be attended by many fascinating people you never met.  Would you attend this party if you were to go by yourself?
I wonder who has described these people as “fascinating”? If these “fascinating” people are going to regale me with stories of the great artists and composers of the past five centuries I think I’ll pass. If, on the other hand, they wish to compare similarities and inconsistencies between various series of Star Trek, I’m in! Because they’ll likely be as socially hopeless as I am.

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An original Klingon

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Next Gen mutated Klingon

Judging by these pictures, the new Klingons aren’t as happy as the original ones.

Did you grow up in a small or big town? Did you like it?
My “formative” years were spent in Truro, Cornwall’s only city! I guess the population is somewhere around 20,000. So I guess that counts as a small town?

Did I like it? Yeah, it was fine :-). I’ve lived in a few villages, which I prefer. The village I live in now is a couple of thousand I suppose. A new housing estate has just been built so that will swell numbers a bit. We have a pub, a post office and a little shop.

When I first moved in I noticed quiet. I could hear the birds and there was no distant road noise. Also, people passing by wished me “good morning”. I’m happy here :-).

As a kid, what did you want to be when you grew up?
Lots of things! Sometimes a spy :-). After watching Wimbledon I wanted to be a tennis player. During the FA Cup I wanted to be a football player (that’s soccer, not American football). After our annual summer trip to visit Granny in Scotland, I wanted to be a train driver.

Obviously I never wanted to work in IT as a kid, since the entire world contained about 2 computers so there weren’t many jobs in that area.

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Over the Hill

January 30, 2015 28 comments

Here is my contribution to Adam Ickes’ Storybook Corner writing prompt.

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This one is 100-250 words, and we get a photo to help us along. My story follows the prompt photo below.

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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

January 28, 2015 73 comments

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.


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Copyright Ted Strutz

 

“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

January 26, 2015 38 comments

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.

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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.

Sharing My World 2015 Week 3

January 25, 2015 16 comments

It’s (the end of) week 3 on Cee’s Share Your World challenge. So I’ll jump straight in!

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Given the choice of anyone in the world, whom would you want as a dinner guest?
Anyone? Anyone at all? One sec while I type “supermodels” into Google…

No, seriously I reckon I’d like to meet Ade Edmondson. I first knew him as “Vyvyan”, the punk rocker in “The Young Ones“, the programme I consider to be the first in the “alternative comedy” revolution in the early 80’s. He’s done TV, stage (Rocky Horror Show in the West End), music, all sorts. He’s multi-talented and I’ve also seen him on an art program where celebrities are asked about their favourite art or whatever it was. He seemed like a genuinely nice guy and very clever.

Plus he’s married to Jennifer Saunders so I’d get two comedic geniuses for the price of one!

When did you last sing to yourself? To someone else?
Probably yesterday in the car, though I sometimes quietly sing bits and bobs during the day without really realising it. I only really sing in the car because the music drowns me out. Otherwise my lack of singing ability annoys me.

I tend to “burst into whistle” a lot more often. My pitch is pretty good, whistle-wise.

I won’t do either within earshot of anyone else.

If you could wake up tomorrow having gained any one quality or ability, what would it be?
I really have no idea.

Flying sounds cool. Or the ability to channel the energy of the universe and bend it to my will I SHALL RULE THE WORLD AND ALL SHALL BOW BEFORE ME bwahahahaha.

Oh dear. Maybe that wouldn’t be such a good idea after all. Maybe I’ll go for more confidence instead. That sounds safer.

What, if anything, is too serious to be joked about?
More things than I can list here. Poverty, racism, The Holocaust and similar atrocities, the list goes on.

See you again next week!

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Evidence

January 22, 2015 69 comments

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!

 

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Copyright Georgia Koch

 

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

January 19, 2015 51 comments

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.

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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.”

Sharing My World 2015 Week 2

January 18, 2015 28 comments

Here is my Sharing My World, hosted by Cee over at her photography blog.

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Are you a hugger or a non-hugger?
I like hugs but I never initiate them, because I don’t know if the other person would want a hug from me. Of course, they may be thinking the same thing, so everybody goes hugless. It’s a hugastrophe :-(.

What’s your favourite ice-cream flavour?
This question looks familiar and I’m trying to remember what I said last time, for whatever challenge it was. Nobody’s checking, right?

I guess if I’m not sure then it’s hard to pick a favourite anyway. Vanilla always works. Chocolate is good when I’m in a chocolate mood, or mint choc chip. I also like stuff like black cherry.

Do you prefer exercising your mind or your body? How frequently do you do either?
I prefer to exercise neither my mind nor my body. For preference it would be my mind.

I’m stuck exercising my mind when I’m at work. I can’t do my job if I act like a dimwit. As for exercising my body, I go for the occasional walk. I did the vacuuming last week, does that count?

Are you more of a dog person or a cat person? Why?
Cat person all the way! I should mention at this point that I’ve never had a dog.

I know that dogs are loyal and all the rest of it, but I’m quite lazy and dogs are much higher maintenance than cats. Cats pretty much take care of themselves. Just bung them some food and water, change their kitty litter and give them hugs when they want one. That’s the sort of pet I could handle.

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Lost Friends

January 14, 2015 79 comments

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!

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Copyright Jan Wayne Fields

 

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

January 13, 2015 37 comments

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.

 

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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.”