Sharing My World 28-03-2022
Here is my post for Melanie’s Share Your World.
What fictional family would you like to be part of? (think TV shows, cartoon or books or some fictional family that you admire)
Yikes, fictional families are all a bit screwed up one way or another. Otherwise they’d be too boring for TV. So I’ll stick with my own, I think.
Which band or artist would you like to play at your funeral or memorial service? (the artist can have passed on too)
Maybe the song “Fire” by “The Crazy World of Arthur Brown” might be amusing as I slide into the oven.
Preference. Popcorn, M&Ms or other. Choose something you love snacking on.
I don’t really snack. If I eat between meals it’s usually something like ice cream while sitting out in the sun. Otherwise it would be deli stuff – cheese, cocktail sausages, cured meat etc. That’s more of a meal, though!
If you could be any supernatural (fantasy) character, what would you be? (Think Elves, fairies, dragons or whatever)
I reckon an elf. But not some namby-pamby kiddie-style elf. A cool elf who can do magic and shift realms and whatnot.
FF – Stay Vigilant
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Roger Bultot.
According to MS Word, “This language may be offensive to your reader.” You have been warned đŽ
Shoes. Comfortable. Keep your feet warm. Take you where you need to go.
But what if they donât? Occasionally, you get a well dodgy pair. They pull you into a pub, a gambling shop. They force you to kick some poor unsuspecting mug in the nuts.
Some shoes can be right proper bastards.
And what do you do then? You hang them. Hang them by the laces until they be dead.
It may seem harsh, but itâs the only way.
Keep your wits about you. Are any of your shoes right proper bastards? If so, act now.
Stay vigilant. Stay safe.
FF – Ancients
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Rochelle herself!

The scientists gasped as the quantum time-space manipulator hummed to life. The broken ruins before them transformed â pristine buildings, people everywhere… people under attack! The Ancients, an advanced yet savage, cannibalistic race thought to have left Earth millennia ago, were killing, burning – feasting.
âItâs like weâre actually there!â enthused Professor Hayworth, team leader. âA doorway to the past! This will rewrite history!â
One of the Ancients turned towards him and threw a spear. It slammed through the professorâs chest, throwing him backwards.
The scientists had forgotten what any schoolchild knows â a door, once opened, works both ways.
The Ancients flooded through.
FF – Building Fences
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Brenda Cox.
I used to play wiv da kids across da street. But den deir parents tried to take our stuff anâ break our houses. So our parents built a big fence. Now I canât play wiv dem any more. Anâ dey is nasty now too. Dey grabbed my teddy bear Mr Fluffles through da fence and dey kicked him arounâ. I canât reach him. He looks lonely. Dey wonât give him back. Poor Mr Fluffles.
I hope our parents can make up soon.
It cold tonight. Mr Fluffles doesnât have any heating. I hope Mr Fluffles is okay.
FF – Missing
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Lisa Fox.

I wonder whatâs in there? thought the little boy as he wandered past. The doors and windows were barred, stopping him getting in. Sometimes he thought he heard noises inside, a voice maybe. He had asked, but his Dad told him it was just his imagination.
There was nothing in there.
I wonder whatâs out there? thought the little girl as she sat in the dark. The doors and windows were barred, stopping her getting out. Sometimes, she thought she heard noises outside, a voice maybe. She had asked, but the Man told her it was just her imagination.
There was nothing out there.
FF – An Inadvisable Decapitation
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Anne Higa.

âDaddy, why is it leaning?â
âAh, son, thatâs because when the aliens borrowed it for study they didnât put it back straight.â
âFrank! Stop filling the kidâs head full of nonsense!â
Meanwhile, in orbitâŚ
âHelmsman KâCharg, look at it! Itâs on the piss! What does the Prime Directive say? Hmm? Hmm?â
âUmm, after borrowing an alien artefact for study, put it back the way you found it?â
âExactly!â
âI think weâll have trouble with that human specimen, then. I removed its head to look inside but when I glued it back on it wasnât working anymore.â
âOh, KâCharg, you idiot!â
âHahaha!â
âHahaha!â