Safe and Sound
It Friday Fictioneers day here on Planet Blog, hosted as always by the talented Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Randy Mazie.
The idea is to write around 100 words in response to the supplied photo which this week shows a library. Everything looks very idyllic, but very quiet.
Too quiet perhaps? Where are all the people? Where could they be?
This story was inspired by the video game “The Last of Us”, which I just finished (on “Easy”, because I’m rubbish).
To see other stories for this week, click on the little blue frog below.
His goal in site, Drayvin collapsed, exhausted, falling from his bike to the grass. Infected three months ago, he had cycled through deserted streets piled high with stinking corpses, searching for The Library – a rumoured enclave of plague survivors.
He awoke to the sound of voices.
“He’s immune!”
“Infected but still alive!”
“A miracle!”
Feeling safe at last, Drayvin tried to move but found himself restrained. Confused and frightened, he strained to hear the voices in the next room.
“…immunity, we need to know…”
“..maybe in his brain…”
“…euthanise him first, then I’ll dissect the grey matter…”
Darkness fell as the potassium stopped his heart.
No Second Chances
It’s time for Friday Fictioneers, which is announced on a Wednesday but dated on a Friday – so this week I am both a day late and a day early.
Time confusion! And that is the subject of today’s story. Which, I admit, is a bit confusing especially now that I had to remove 50 words to get even close to the 100 word target. But that’s time travel for ya! Confusing.
This week’s photo was provided by fellow Friday Fictioneerer Claire Fuller. I got to thinking about who might be inside and what they might be doing.
Rochelle is our host here at Friday Fictioneers club. Why not give it a go yourself? Click on the little blue frog to see all the other contributions.
“These are the space/time coordinates. Pretty unassuming for the workshop of the man who is about to create time-travel.”
“Everyone changing the past, destabilising the time stream. We stop it now, before it begins.”
The Time Agents threw their grenades into the workshop.
Time travel was never created so…
… Time Agents never came back to kill the creator of time travel so…
… time travel was created so…
… Time Agents came back to kill the creator so…
The Universe stalled and… paused. Earth vanished, seven billion people deleted from history. The Universe resumed, the temporal paradox erased.
The Universe is good at correcting mistakes. No second chances.
Bring on the raccoons!
Guess what I got?
A cute raccoon picture from Goldfish’s Etsy store, as seen on FishOfGold!
Did you guess?
I opted for the matt finish in the white border, and popped down town for a frame. Here he is hanging proudly on my living room wall.
I had terrible trouble choosing as there are so many cute animals on there, but I’m more than happy with my raccoon. It arrived in double-quick time too!
Thanks, Goldfish 🙂
Land of Broken Dreams
Rochelle has heralded in another instalment of Friday Fictioneers, the weekly 100-ish word flash fiction challenge. This week she also supplied the photo!
To read all the other contributions for this week, click on the blue froggy below.
Nathan wiped down another table and sighed. Eighteen months ago he’d come to Hollywood, full of dreams and bursting with confidence.
He had the looks (he thought). He had the charm (he thought). He’d played lead in his college dramatisation of “Cats”, so he had the experience.
Why would no-one give him a second look?
Someone yelled at him, dragging his mind back to the present.
“Waiter, hurry up, I don’t have all day! My screenplay is due tomorrow!”
Nathan hid a smile. He recognised this “big-shot writer” and knew he parked cars for a living.
Hollywood. Land of dreams.
Drimericks – Swordplay
I bet you thought I’d forgotten all about “Drimericks” (Drali Limericks), didn’t you?
You were right!
But then I remembered, so here’s another one, along with an accompanying DraliDoodleTM, lovingly crafted by our talented and professional team :-).
There once was a fencer named Gary
Who was quick with the thrust and the parry
But one day on the street
He fell over his feet
And skewered a postman named Barry.
If you missed them, don’t forget to check out my previous Drimericks, “Angels” and “Man in a Tank“.
Nip and Tuck
Here is my contribution to Friday Fictioneers for this week. Friday Fictioneers is a 100-ish word challenge hosted by Rochelle over at Addicted to Purple.
You’d think I’d have a million ideas for this week’s photo, contributed by Jean L. Hays. But no! It started off as comedy dialogue, but it got shreddited (shredded during editing – get it?).
I ended up trying to make a point. Sort of. Maybe. Then I shreddited this version as well. Not really my thing, but here it is anyway.
Click on the blue frog to see other contributions for this week.
Once, Adam Automobile had been happy.
But the cars on the billboards and in the adverts looked so – sexy! Suddenly his corners weren’t sharp enough. His lines weren’t sleek enough.
So… a nip here. A tuck there. A shovel on the front. Digger welded on the back. Made him look like a scorpion.
This is an improvement. Isn’t it?
Fame, fortune, women!
They’d laughed at him. They’d all laughed at him.
So here he sat, his bodywork mutilated in the pursuit of an impossible dream, a fantasy look.
But… maybe… a little more bodywork. Just a little nip here, a tuck there…
Once, Adam Automobile had been happy.



















