Secret Santa and the Christmas Market
Secret Santa has been! We do that every year at the work Christmas Party, and here is what I got.
That’s a massive bar o’ chocolate and a “talking” Chewbacca. He makes Chewie noises when you squeeze him! The little tag is my work avatar, Christmas-ified as a present tag.
I also went to the Christmas Market in the village hall. As well as sausages, bread and such I also bought this, ideal for keeping my tootsies warm.
And also this – a dinky chocolate-coated one-man Christmas cake in a little box.
I don’t really like Christmas cake all that much 🙂 but I couldn’t resist the cuteness of the little cake, so I also bought a pot of Cornish clotted cream to mask the taste.
Yum.
Merry Christmas, everyone!
Christmas Miracle!
It’s time for Friday Fictioneers again, hosted by Rochelle at her blog Addicted to Purple. This week’s photo, which inspires our 100-ish word stories has been contributed by Björn Rudberg.
This is probably the silliest, most pointless story I’ve written for FF but hey – it’s Crizzmuzz! There were so many ways I could have made this a gory tragedy – ah, how I smiled to myself – but no, it’s Crizzmuzz!
Click on the blue froggy for this week’s other stories.
A swarm of excited kids poured out of the minibus. Christmas Eve trip to the Old Keep. What a treat!
“Careful now,” cautioned their teacher.
The kids didn’t listen. They ran off up the old steps to play “Normans versus Saxons”. The steps were wet and Little Jimmy slipped.
Down he plummeted, screaming. At the last second he fell into the waiting arms of Santa, who had skilfully manoeuvred his sleigh under the falling child before landing safely in the car park.
“It’s a Christmas Miracle!” yelled the kids, clapping.
Meanwhile the sleigh, which had landed in a disabled bay, got clamped.
“Bollocks,” said Santa.
Mondays Finish the Story – Triple Six
It’s time for Mondays Finish the Story – a weekly 100-150 word challenge run by Barbara Beacham where we write a story based on both a photograph and an opening sentence (the opening sentence is free, word-count-wise!).
Sorry if it sounds a wee bit clunky, I had to strip 50 words out :-(. And it’s not very Chrismassy, I’m afraid 😦 :-(.
Click on the blue frog to see other contributions for this week.
The supplied opening sentence is in bold in my story, which is beneath the photo.
As the year wound down to a close, they gathered around the table and raised their glasses.
“As is our custom at year’s end, let us welcome a new member. To Simeon!”
Simeon smiled. At last – inducted into the secretive “Order of the Triple Six”!
For years he had made himself useful to the Order. None knew what they did, only that their association made one rich, powerful.
As they toasted his entry, Simeon noticed that the others were sweating, nervous, scared even. As he watched, one of the Order gazed in horror at his drink, then choked, fighting for breath. He fell to the floor, twitching. Blood sprayed from his mouth and he spasmed, face black, eyes staring sightlessly at the ceiling.
Simeon dropped his glass in shock.
“There can be only Six,” intoned one.
“One in, one out,” added another.
“B…b…but why Triple Six?” stammered Simeon, shocked.
“Ah, yes. Triple Six. 666. Why don’t we take you to meet our patron?” smiled a third.
On the First Day of Christmas…
On the first day of Crizz-muzz, my true love sent to meeeeeeee,
A bill for a pretty pe-nneeeeeee.
Well Merry f*cking Christmas to you too, Water Company.
😦
Have any of you got home all excited to see mail on your doorstep right before Christmas, only to have reality come crashing back in?
Playing God
Here we are with another week’s Friday Fictioneers, the weekly photo prompt hosted by Rochelle over at Addicted to Purple. This week’s photo, which inspires our 100-ish word stories, was contributed by fellow fictioneerer Douglas M. MacIlroy.
All our stories are added to the link-up during the week, so click on the little frog badge to read them, and add your own if you wish!
Professor Drake smiled as his team celebrated. Inside the tank hundreds of insects buzzed, painstakingly cloned from the DNA of a single specimen entombed in amber for millions of years.
“Science fiction no longer!” he proclaimed to his applauding staff.
Unseen, one of the insects escaped the tank and flew into an air duct.
Drake lay on the floor of his lab, listening to the silence of a world populated by seven billion corpses. How did the dinosaurs really die out? he wondered as his last breath rattled through his lungs. A meteorite, or the bite of a simple insect?
Odyssey!
I was one of the lucky recipients of one of Evil Squirrel’s holiday pictures, drawn by his own paws! I’m impressed that it has already arrived, all the way from the US of A, and this being Christmas time as well with all the postal delays that implies.
I got Odyssey – “The Nest’s patron saint of lost causes“. And what a cool picture it is!
Thanks, Evil Squirrel, and happy December holiday of your choice to you too :-).
Mondays Finish the Story – Not Fair
Here is my contribution to Mondays Finish the Story, a prompt challenge which supplies not only a photo but also the first sentence!
I’ve decided not to slaughter everything in sight this week and go for a more thoughtful piece. So let’s see how that works out 🙂
We have 100-150 words not including the first sentence, which I have highlighted in bold in my story. Click on the blue froggy to see this week’s other contributions!
“They say that life is a game of chess…”
“Chess, Grandfather?”
“Yes lad. You see, everybody has a different way of doing things. Take the bishop.”
The boy picked up a piece. “This one, Grandfather?”
“That’s the one, lad. He’s sneaky – diagonal mover. Just like knights, popping in all of a sudden. Then you have your rooks. They’re straight-movers.”
“So, straightforward and sneaky people, Grandfather?”
“That’s it lad. Your pawns, they’re the workforce, but if they apply themselves – reach the other side of the board – they achieve real power. The king is the key, but while he stays at the back, his queen ranges far and wide destroying everything in her path.”
“Cool!”
“And on top of everything, you have to think several moves ahead, plan everything out.”
“Just like in life!”
“Exactly. Now, lad, let’s play.”
“Okay, Grandfather. Hey! One of my pieces is missing. That’s not fair… oh.”
“Now you’re getting it, lad. Just like life.”





















