FF – Back Down to Earth
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Jennifer Pendergast.

“Look, dear, Billy’s done some artwork! I’m in it! I am at the centre of everything. The intersection of the Venn Diagram. I am his beginning and his end. I am the centre of his universe. I AM HIS GOD!”
“That’s all very nice, darling, but Billy’s only four years old. I’m not entirely sure that’s what he’s trying to say.”
“Hey, Billy, come and explain your artwork to me!”
“Well, Daddy, the yewow dinasouwus is gonna eat you, and you is vewy scared and you has done a little poo poo.”
“Humph.”
“Don’t worry, darling, you’re still the centre of my universe.”
FF – Alien Attack!
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Douglas M MacIlroy.
Looking at the title of the photo, I think this was taken at an observatory.
“What did the general say?”
“Not much, but I could hear shouting in the background. They’ve locked in the coordinates we got from our telescope. The military has been scrambled. Missiles have been launched at the unknown object we reported.”
“That’s not so good, then.”
“And I gather from all the screaming, Russia and China think we’re about to attack them and have mobilised their own militaries.”
“So when do we tell him that what we saw was the result of a seagull crapping on the lens?”
“Maybe we’ll leave it for a bit. They sounded very busy. Pint?”
“Yep.”
FF – First Date Mishap
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo appears to be a beautiful painting by Rochelle herself 🙂
“Goodness, a home-cooked meal!”
“I like to make an impression on a first date!”
“I’ll just add a bit of salt, pepper, some ketchup…”
“What are you doing.”
“Huh?”
“You haven’t even tasted it yet.”
“I, um…”
“Let me take a quick photo of you (snap) I just need to send a text, one sec…”
tappity tappity here is photo of target tappity tappity usual terms tappity tappity make it look like an accident tappity tap send
“… there we go. So, where were we? You were telling me about your job? It sounds fascinating!”
“Um.”
“Eat up!”
“Um.”
FF – Carousel of Doom!
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Brenda Cox.
I decided to use the American word (carousel) for the merry-go-round/roundabout, though I went for “candyfloss” as I draw the line at “cotton candy”.
The carousel began to spin as the last child clambered aboard. Parents looked on proudly, camera phones at the ready.
Brashnorag looked on, smiling. This was exactly what he’d come up from Hell for.
He snapped his fingers.
The carousel span faster and faster, leaving its once-sedate pace far behind. Children screamed as one by one they flew off.
One landed in a vat of candyfloss. Another in the arms of their parent. Yet another in a sandpit.
An afternoon of “miraculous escapes”.
Brashnarog smiled again. He may be a demon from the pits of Hell, but he wasn’t a complete bastard.
FF – Shops of Death
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Roger Bultot.
“Look at this!”
“Boy, huge glasses. What’s that all about?”
“And all this, what would you call it?”
“Bric-a-brac.”
“Yep, bric-a-brac.”
“Trash.”
“What do they think they’re doing?”
“No idea. In fact, this whole high street is rubbish.”
“It’s a shit street.”
“Every shop a disaster.”
“Let’s go back to the car.”
…
Bric-a-brac shop calling all shops. We have been dissed. DESTROY THEM!
…
“Yes, Officer sob sob the shop sign just fell on him sob sob sliced his head clean off sob sob freak accident sob sob”














