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.”
Prior Knowledge
It’s time for Friday Fictioneers again, ably hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by fellow fictioneerer Sandra Crook.
Click on the little blue fella for this week’s other contributions. I finally gave into InLinkz’s demands to “create an account to get the code” and all I got was this little badge with no post counter :-(.
Albert peered out of his tent and gasped in surprise. Before him was the debarkation ramp of a huge – spaceship. A blob oozed from the entry-way, a tentacle pointing a device directly at him. He turned and ran, hearing a “zap!” sound, feeling a ripping pain in his back…
…and he awoke in his sleeping bag, sweating. Wiping his face, he peered out of his tent. Before him was the debarkation ramp of a huge – spaceship. He turned and ran, thinking as he did so that prescient dreams were not the blessing he’d once thought. Hearing a “zap!” sound, he braced himself.
Mondays Finish the Story – What Are the Odds?
It’s time for Mondays Finish the Story! Which will never be on a Monday for me, as I only have an hour and a half free from 0600 until 2300. Mondays are nasty 😦
Fresh from not reading the instructions last week (I thought the supplied first sentence was included in the word count), this week I thought I had 200 words! Nope. So much frantic editing was done.
We get a photo prompt, the first sentence (which is in bold in my story below), and 150 words to tell our story, and you can see all the stories for this week here.
Donning her fins and snorkel, she headed out into the deep water. She knew she was foolish to dive alone. She knew she shouldn’t have ventured so far from the boat. Now she was tangled helplessly in the discarded net of a careless fisherman, deeper than she had ever been.
If she could only reach her diver’s knife! A few more centimetres…
Bracing herself, she twisted sharply, dislocating her shoulder. Screaming, she found her desperate manoeuvre had worked – she could now reach the blade. Sawing frantically, her air running out, she managed to free herself, pushing towards the surface, her injured arm dangling uselessly.
Her vision grew darker as oxygen starvation set in – only a few more metres. The surface, safety, grew closer, closer…
Their boat suddenly lurching, the startled exclamations of the tourists turned to screams as red blossomed past the glass underside of the boat, followed by a woman’s body as it was drawn inexorably toward the thrashing propellers.
Poor Puff
I thought I’d have a go at Alastair’s Sunday Photo Fiction this week!
The rules say that we should mention if a story is “unsuitable for under 16’s”. I’m guessing not, I’ll just say there are drugs involved (nothing you won’t see in a daytime soap).
I’m guessing you know the history of “Puff the Magic Dragon” but here’s a link.
To see the other contributions, you can find them here.
I was somebody back in the day. Doesn’t look like it now, eh? Well, I was.
Hung out with a guy called Paper. Little Jackie Paper. Dumb name, huh? Great guy though. Till he “grew up”. Left me high and dry inside my cave.
I tried to get work. I did. Amusement parks, TV appearances. But there was talk. Talk of drugs. There were no drugs, I tell you. But nobody believed me. Everywhere I went it was all “Hey, Puff, got any weed?” and “Yo, Puff, fancy a puff har har?”
So one day I just thought, “Okay, they all think I’m on drugs, I’ll do drugs.”
I smoked my first spliff. Heaven it was. I just drifted away. Good times!
They say weed is a “gateway” drug. Maybe it is, maybe it isn’t. For me, pretty soon I wanted something more. So I tried harder stuff.
The work dried up. I couldn’t concentrate. I didn’t care.
So here I am, lying in a dirty squat at the ass-end of nowhere, spilling my guts out to you guys. And you ain’t even listening.
After you with the crack pipe.
It’s Unicorn Appreciation Day!
This is part of a bloggity hop and I was tagged by Goldfish to write all about her favourite holiday – Unicorn Appreciation Day.
Goldfish has asked me a few questions about what I’ll be up to. However, first of all we need to sort out the date. It takes place on “1/11” (because of how the “1” looks likes a Unicorn horn, you see) which is 1st November. However, Goldy is in the US and I believe in the US dates are always written the other way round, so I’m thinking that “1/11” is actually 11th January. Which means it’s coming up soon! Yay!
Will you celebrate Unicorn Appreciation Day by wearing the traditional horn and stilts this year?
Well, of course. Everyone I know will be! Please be careful though people. Last year seven people fell off their stilts and impaled passers by with their horns. There’s nothing like having someone stick their horn in you to spoil your day.
There are also those who like to take Unicorns home with them. Here is some advice from the Society for the Protection of Unicorns and Cryptids (SPUnC).
“Unicorns are not pets. They like to run free. By all means feed them treats, but don’t take them home with you! For more information, please check out our website or search our related knowledge base – the Creature Or Cryptid Knowledgebase. Just search for “C.O.C.K.” in your favourite search engine and you’ll be sure to find us!”
Wise words indeed.
If you had your own unicorn, what would you name it?
Goldfish would name her Unicorn Stanley. I would name mine Critchley, because it sounds like a good name for a Unicorn.
What three wishes will you ask the magical unicorn to grant you this Unicorn Appreciation Day?
Please Critchley, don’t let me fall off my stilts and impale anyone with my horn.
Please Critchley, let me have the biggest horn at the Unicorn party, as that’s how the lady Unicorns choose their boyfriends.
Please Critchley, don’t let anyone be mad at me – pretty much all my “taggable” bloggy friends have already taken part in this, so I don’t have anyone else to tag :-(. So I’ll leave it there, flouting all the rules of this hop.
Remember, take care this Unicorn Appreciation Day, and stay safe!

















