In the News
It’s Wednesday, and Rochelle has ushered in another 100ish word flash fiction, with a prompt photo by Janet Webb featuring a big icicle dangling rather precariously off a bush. I sure hope it doesn’t fall on somebody!
I’ve gone for a rather silly one this week. For other contributions, click on the blue froggy!
NewsRightNow.com 03/12/2014
Tributes were paid today to Britain’s best-known sunbather, Douglas “Fruitcake” Norris, who died in his back garden in Upper Littlebridge, aged 79.
Norris, famous for sunbathing in all temperatures, was sadly impaled through the brain while catching some rays underneath a large icicle, which became dislodged in rising temperatures.
“He was a lovely person who will be sorely missed,” said his daughter, Natalie Norris (43), while dangling upside-down from her washing line in her underwear. “We won’t see the likes of his nuttiness again.”
Next story – Shock as document reveals homes in Upper Littlebridge built on chemical waste site
Monday’s Finish the Story – Shattered Dreams
There’s a new(ish) photo flash fiction in blog town! It’s Mondays Finish the Story – not only is there a photo but the first sentence is written too.
We get 100-150 words, not including the starting sentence. Of course, I didn’t read the instructions properly and spent several desperate minutes cutting my story down to under 150 words including the first sentence. So I’ve put some words back in.
The first sentence is in the present tense, so I’ve stayed with that with some past tense in the middle. I hope it works okay.
This challenge uses the little blue froggy, so click on him to see this week’s other stories. I have put the provided sentence in bold in my story.
Sorry about the snow on my blog. I must have switched it on last year and I can’t be bothered to track down the setting right now. Because I’m lazy like that.
In the compound on the hill, lives a man with a dream. He walks up the marble path admiring his creation, already half-built – domes rising, palm trees providing shelter from the baking sun.
“You’ll never do it!” they’d said.
“You’ve never amounted to anything!” they’d scoffed.
Yet here it was for all to see, rising from the barren sand.
It hadn’t been plain sailing. No-one would back him so he’d had to turn to “less reputable” sources of funding. People had warned him not to get involved with such people, but his dream would not die. Suffering cash-flow problems, he’d shrugged off the threats of his faceless investors. And besides, he would ensure that they would see amazing returns!
One day.
One day soon.
He opens the door, pushing past the pile of final demands on the doormat. Preoccupied with his dream, he doesn’t see the two shadows detach themselves from the wall and follow him silently up the stairs.
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.

















