FF – Dinner Time
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was sent in by Carla Bicomong.
Copyright Carla Bicomong
Tears trickled from reddened eyes as the mourners released their tributes, each lantern holding the soul of their loved one. No-one knew the origin of these so-called ‘soul catchers’ – some suspected an extra-terrestrial source – but mass gatherings such as this had become common since their discovery. The tributes floated peacefully out to sea, opening and releasing their cargo of life essence to the heavens.
High above in the realm between realms the predator race, known throughout the galaxy as the ‘Devourers’, received a message from their corporeal planet-side agents.
Dinner is served.
Share Your World 2018 Week 33
Here is my post for Cee’s Share Your World.
A class you wish you would have taken?
Hmm. Last time I answered this I said “Home Economics”. I’ve changed my mind now, though. When you’re a kid at school I don’t think there’s anything much that’s taught that you can’t learn on your own. I’m trying to remember back to when I was at school and what courses I could have taken.
I think if we move ahead to when I was in Sixth Form (age 16-18), I would have liked to have taken history.
Are you scared of heights?
No, I avoid heights because I’m scared of hurtling to the ground and splattering all over the pavement.
Are you a good cook? If so, do you consider yourself a chef?
I cook and bake some stuff and it turns out okay. I don’t think that qualifies me to be a cook, though, and definitely not a chef. I always think of “chef” as more of a job title, and I don’t have the necessary qualities, such as being good at cooking and being able to yell and swear at people all day long.
Apropos of nothing, here are some photos from the Japanese Garden in St Mawgan.
FF – Uninvited Guest
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Yvette Prior.
Copyright Yvette Prior
“Unbelievable, son.”
“Um…”
“You’re at university, here to study and what do I find? Booze, pot, half-dressed semi-comatose people lying around everywhere.”
“Um, if you’d called first to say you were…”
“That’s not the point, is it?”
“Um…”
“IS IT?!”
“No, Dad.”
“Have you any idea what I go through every day? Hours of work to pay your tuition, your mother constantly nagging… I’m knackered. You’re living in party town and you didn’t invite me?”
“Um.. eh, what?”
“I’ll be staying for a bit, son. Call your mother and tell her I have ‘car troubles’. And get me a beer.”
A Lanhydrock Selection
In the absence of Share Your World this week, here is a small selection of photos I took on a visit to Lanhydrock a few weeks ago.
I’d give you some history of the place but I’m more interested in looking around than reading the little information notices.
FF – The Dangers of Philosophy
Here is my story (it’s not really a story) for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Ronda Del Boccio. I’m still too tired to think of anything funny so I wrote this instead 😦
Copyright Ronda Del Boccio
Everything’s a matter of perspective. A point of view. Is that building small or just far away? Is that man mugging that little old lady or trying to stop her falling?
Who can know?
Is this life real? Are we in someone else’s dream? When we touch something, is it really there or is our brain trying to fool us into thinking we really exist?
All these things Brandon pondered until, finally, he winked out of existence, wiped from history.
Such is the danger of philosophy. Don’t overthink. Lest you cease to be.
If you really be at all.
Correct Me Not
There’s no official Share Your World this week as Cee is taking a little holiday, so I thought I’d publish a little story that I wrote last week. I was thinking about all the words and phrases we say which aren’t technically correct (but usually sound better), and how some (most!) people really don’t like to be corrected 🙂
“Goodness, David, did you see that falling star? Quite a phenomena!”
“Phenomenon, darling.”
“What? Fine. Anyway, it seems we see less phenomenons like that every year.”
“Oh, good god. Fewer phenomena.”
“Gahhhh!”
A few days later…
“…as we gather to say goodbye to our dear friend and parishioner David who somehow tragically stabbed himself in the back while clipping his toenails…”
After the service…
“A beautiful service, Vicar, thank you. Oh, will you just look over there. A paparazzi. Disgusting. Don’t they have anything better to do than hang around at funerals?”
“Paparazzo, madam. There is only one, therefore the singular form.”
“Gahhhh!”
A few days later…
“… as we gather to say goodbye to our dear friend and vicar who somehow tragically drowned himself in the sink while washing the dishes…”
FF – All That’s Gold Doesn’t Glitter
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Sandra Crook.
Boy, this week I had to cut out 47 words. And it shows 😦 But I’ve been horribly busy all day and I’m too tired to think. I hope I haven’t insulted Sandra’s gardening supplies.
Baz entered his grandfather’s yard. The old coot was dead. Britain’s Most Wanted, he’d called himself. True, the coppers had never found his last heist. So… where to look?
What had grandfather always said? “Tat… or treasure?” And nothing said “tat” quite like old pallets full of weeds and flowerpots. Baz reached in, pulled out a small bag and emptied its contents – misshapen brown stones – into his hand.
He screamed. “Whaaaat! Old rocks?” Angrily he flung them away. As his car roared off it began to snow, the flakes covering the fortune in uncut diamonds he’d so carelessly discarded.
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