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 – 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.
“It’s like we’re actually there!” enthused Professor Hayworth, team leader. “A doorway to the past! This will rewrite history!”
One of the Ancients turned towards him and threw a spear. It slammed through the professor’s chest, throwing him backwards.
The scientists had forgotten what any schoolchild knows – 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 an’ break our houses. So our parents built a big fence. Now I can’t play wiv dem any more. An’ dey is nasty now too. Dey grabbed my teddy bear Mr Fluffles through da fence and dey kicked him aroun’. I can’t reach him. He looks lonely. Dey won’t give him back. Poor Mr Fluffles.
I hope our parents can make up soon.
It cold tonight. Mr Fluffles doesn’t 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 what’s 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 what’s 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.

“Daddy, why is it leaning?”
“Ah, son, that’s because when the aliens borrowed it for study they didn’t put it back straight.”
“Frank! Stop filling the kid’s head full of nonsense!”
Meanwhile, in orbit…
“Helmsman K’Charg, look at it! It’s on the piss! What does the Prime Directive say? Hmm? Hmm?”
“Umm, after borrowing an alien artefact for study, put it back the way you found it?”
“Exactly!”
“I think we’ll have trouble with that human specimen, then. I removed its head to look inside but when I glued it back on it wasn’t working anymore.”
“Oh, K’Charg, you idiot!”
“Hahaha!”
“Hahaha!”
The Ninth CoW – Critter!
It’s that time of the year again! It’s Evil Squirrel’s Ninth Annual Contest of Whatever! Woohoo!
This year we’ve been given a picture of a critter. Who is he/she? What is he/she? That’s our job. It’s backstory time!
I have decided to write a little poem. Since I can’t write poetry, I am using a poetic structure I have made up called “random pentameter”. This means that it doesn’t have to scan or rhyme and things change from verse to verse. I can see it becoming quite popular.
The fact is clear, for all to see
From rhino to tiniest bumblebee
Our poor little friend is obviously
Butt ugly.
His favourite story, the ugly duck
Became a swan
He hoped this for himself
But no such luck.
Wandering the world alone
No luggage, anything, not e’en a phone
He chanced upon a place, it was the best
He’d found the Evil Squirrel’s Nest!
In Shelf Critter Theatre(R)(TM)(c) he became a God
Always watching out for the underdog
Exalted above all the rest
In every episode at the Nest.
He was so happy
So carefree
It really was a sight to see
On a natural high
He carelessly
Walked into the road with little fuss
And was run over by the Number 19 bus.
Wait, wait wait, some of you probably wanted a happy ending? Here you go.
There was no strife
Within his life
Our critter even found a wife!
Isn’t that nice.
FF – A World Askew
Here is my post for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Roger Bultot.
I had nothing this week and finally, several days later than usual, ended up with this.
Did you notice? That the world is getting a little askew?
Don’t worry if you didn’t. It happens very slowly. Very slowly indeed. Just a tiny bit at a time. So it’s hard to spot.
Little by little everything goes sideways. Things aren’t quite right any more. If we don’t do something, pretty soon up will be down and left will be right and no-one will even have noticed.
But have you noticed?
Close your eyes and look at the world with your mind.
Does it look quite right to you?












