Sharing My World Week 7
I’m supposed to be packing and disassembling furniture and whatnot. I don’t think I’ll have time to write my usual flash fictions but I didn’t want to miss sharing my world (hosted by Cee of Cee’s Photography Blog – check it out!), especially since it’s all about couch potatoes, so I’ll quickly bang this out and then get on with my house move.

What is your favourite couch potato activity: readings, watching movies, watching sports, napping, anything on TV, computer games, play cards, or other?
Yes.
What is your favourite toppings on pizza?
Mmm, pizza. Cheese, pepperoni, cheese, chilli beef, chillies, cheese, cheese, ham and not forgetting cheese. Plus half a bottle of Tabasco sauce.
Mmm, extra cheese.
What is is favourite genre of movie or book?
Fantasy/swords and sorcery (eg Terry Brooks, David Eddings, Raymond E. Feist, James Barclay, Elizabeth Moon), urban fantasy (eg Kim Harrison, Ilona Andrews), sci-fi (eg Elizabeth Moon again), cool and clever humour (eg Janet Evanovitch, Terry Pratchett, Douglas Adams).
Do you prefer eating the frosting of the cake first?
Both together. That’s why they’re both on the cake. Mmm, cake.
Service Interruptus
Hello, my friends! It has finally happened – I am moving house!
I will be busy packing, ferrying stuff to the new house before/after work and generally having not a lot of time over the next couple of weeks. At some point I will lose my internet while my service gets transferred (which could take up to 2 weeks! To push a few buttons!).
So I wanted to give you the heads up. I haven’t forgotten or abandoned you! I will try to read and comment as much as possible but I may not be posting much (if at all), even my regular Share Your World, Friday Fictioneers and Chain Writing Game posts 😦 .
In the mean time, here are some dodgy photos I took of my new home. To be honest, the Estate Agent pictures were far better.
Highly Strung
It’s Friday Fictioneers time! And I’m actually posting on a Friday for a change.
For those of you new to Friday Fictioneers, our wonderful host Rochelle posts a picture and the rest of us write a (roughly) 100 word story, poem or whatever about it. This week’s photo was donated by fellow Fictioneerer Janet Webb. Thanks, Janet!
To read all the other stories, click here.
I have to admit my story is 107 words. I already cut a load out and I honestly can’t see how to cut out another 7 words without compromising the story. Sorry 😦 .

Copyright Janet Webb
Detective Turnbull looked around the gallery. He couldn’t decide if the sprays of blood adorning the art were an improvement. He shook his head.
“Not your thing, detective?” asked a uniform.
“Art? Huh. So, what happened?”
“The artist went nuts. Sliced some kid to bits with a palette knife, if you can believe that.”
“Do we know why?” asked Turnbull.
“Kid grabbed a sangria from over there. Apparently it was part of the ‘piece’. Bit high strung, this artist.”
“Okay.” Turnbull turned to the gallery owner. “We’ll get this blood cleaned up.”
“Are you mad? This is live art! I can sell this room for a fortune!”
CWG Week 7 Episode 20
It’s week 7 of Kerrie’s Chain Writing Game, and this week we see Hugh escaping from an “inescapable” prison (and the noose)! Where will he go? What’s the deal with Sarah and her insanely fast car?
Catch up with the story by clicking on the little blue froggy. My third contribution is below.
We’re seriously running out of time so I’m going to reluctantly speed things up a bit.

Hugh threw a grenade at the front door of the Senator’s house as Sarah took the rifle and found a vantage point nearby. The door exploded into fragments and Hugh ran inside. Halfway to the Senator’s study a guard appeared, weapon drawn.
Silhouetted against a window, the guard’s head was no match for Sarah’s bullet as she shot him from across the road.
Hugh burst into the Senator’s study to find him throwing papers into the open fire.
“Hold it, you wife-killing bastard!” snarled Hugh.
The Senator froze.
Outside, with a screech of tyres, Evan and Jeffrey pulled up, murder in their eyes.
The Last Sunrise
Here is my contribution to Sunday Photo Fiction. You can view all the 100-200 word stories by clicking on the blue froggy, and why not have a go yourself?

Simon and Shelley sat hand in hand on the hill top, looking out at the rapidly brightening sky.
“Is it true, do you think?” asked Shelley quietly, brushing a few stray strands of hair from her face.
“All contact with Australia was lost hours ago. Russia. Eastern Europe. All going quiet, one by one.”
“Maybe there’s some other explanation?”
Simon squeezed her hand. “It’s still half an hour to sunrise,” he said sombrely. “See how light the sky is already.”
Shelley nestled her head against him. He put his arm around her shoulders.
“Of all the scenarios we’ve seen in the movies – floods, global warming, alien invasion, even zombies – why did nobody mention this?” asked Shelley, sobbing.
“Maybe someone did,” replied Simon, eyes glistening with his own tears. “Maybe we didn’t see that film.” He hugged her closer.
“It’ll be one hell of a sunrise, though,” said Shelley.
Simon nodded, not trusting himself to speak.
They were still sitting, holding each other tight when the sun rose. Once the bringer of life, it had turned on its children. The most titanic solar firestorm in Earth’s history accompanied the sunrise this morning, burning the planet clean.
CWG Week 7 Episode 14
It’s week 7 of Kerrie’s Chain Writing Game, and this week we see Hugh escaping from an “inescapable” prison (and the noose)! Where will he go? What’s the deal with Sarah and her insanely fast car?
Catch up with the story by clicking on the little blue froggy. My second contribution is below.

Back on the road, Hugh and Sarah hurtled past a junction.
“Shit!” swore Sarah. “Cops.”
Hugh glanced behind and saw the ominous flashing lights, distant yet but coming closer.
“What the hell kind of souped-up car are they driving?” exclaimed Sarah. “We’re doing well over a hundred!”
In the car behind, Jeffrey grinned at Evan.
“Keep goin’, we’ve nearly got ‘em!”
Their radio hissed. “All cars, fall back, the FBI has this one.”
Jeffrey flipped off the radio and grabbed a shotgun from the back seat. Up ahead, Hugh pulled the gun from under the seat and rolled down the window.
Evil Squirrel’s Competition – Where’s My Nuts?
Evil Squirrel over at the Nest is holding a competition! We get the chance to win UD$20 worth of squirrel-themed thongs, or some such, from his squirrel shop.
Squirrel-themed thongs, I hear you ask? No, I didn’t believe it either – click here for the proof.
According to the rules of the competition, the entry can be anything we like as long as it contains a squirrel, a possum and a unicorn. Sounds like the ideal opportunity to make a childish play on the word “nuts” to me (desperately hoping as I do so that it has the same slang meaning in the rest of the English-speaking world as it does in the UK).
So here is my cute little children’s story – “Where’s My Nuts?” (Warning – not suitable for children, unless they don’t know that “nuts” is slang for “testicles” in which case it’s fine.)
CWG Week 7 Episode 5
It’s week 7 of Kerrie’s Chain Writing Game, and this week we see Hugh escaping from an “inescapable” prison (and the noose)! Will he get out? Where will he go?
Catch up with the story by clicking on the little blue froggy. My first contribution is below.

Hugh knew how lucky he’d been, getting assigned to this cell. According to the plans he’d found, there were only three cells in the prison which backed onto the old sewerage system, this being one.
It had taken him months to work the mortar from between the concrete blocks, using careful modifications to his prison-issue toothbrush. Though his teeth were now rotting, he was out of his cell!
He lingered a moment, hearing Kurt and Jack panicking in his cell and smiled. Maybe they’d get fired. Scum.
Hugh crawled down the cramped tunnel, taking the turnings he’d memorised from the plans.







