Damn You, Hollyvood!
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by David Stewart.
“’Ere, is that a light over by the spooky underground entrance?”
“Maybe. Best take a look.”
They sauntered over. Overhead, thunder rumbled (ominously). One cautiously opened the door and flicked the light switch. The stairway (predictably) remained dark. Overhead, thunder rumbled (even more ominously).
“Should we look?”
“Are you kidding? In a film we’d be ‘Security Guards 1 and 2’. We wouldn’t even last to the opening credits!”
They left. Voices came from downstairs.
“Damn Hollyvood mooveess! Ve vill not be drinking bloot zis night, children.”
“Aw, Pappa, you promised…”
“Ve vill try ze goth nightclub. Ve vill fit right in!”
“Yay!”
FF – There Be Demons
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Sandra Crook.
He didn’t often come down from the castle. The villagers had such stories about his hilltop home. It was portrayed as a place of darkness, of evil, where a bogeyman, a demon, a devil, abided.
Mothers told their children ‘If you’re naughty, the castle devil will come and eat you up!‘
Old wives’ tales. Myths.
He shook his head. Why frighten the little ones?
Nearby, a baby cried. He grinned, saliva dipping from razor-sharp fangs to hiss on the pavement. Lunchtime!
Sometimes, the stories told by superstitious villagers are true.
Sometimes, there be demons.
FF – Hell’s Kitchen
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Fleur Lind.

Bob stared through the glass of the table. How far down did that go? Maybe all the way to the depths of Hell itself…!
Suddenly the tabletop flipped up and a bat-winged monstrosity exploded out, claws slashing, eyes glowing fire-red.
Bob screamed.
The creature screeched, fire issuing from its hideous mouth.
Bob peed himself.
It threw something at him. He looked down.
It was a steak, medium rare, mushroom sauce, sautéed potatoes.
The creature grated “bon appetit!” and descended back to Hell.
Bob tucked in. Now probably wasn’t the best moment to mention he had ordered the Chef’s Salad.















