FF – The Full Countryside
Here is my post for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Sandra Crook.
I did go looking for my post for this photo from 2014 and eventually found it. But I decided to write a new one as it was a bit of a downer.
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FF – Seasons
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Penny Gadd.
Spring, and the river runs clear, Nature’s canvas. The world begins.
Summer, and the river teems with life. The world flourishes.
Autumn, and the river fears. Its creatures die, choking on Man’s effluence. The world teeters.
Winter, and the river mourns. Putrid sickness flows sluggishly to empty seas. The world dies.
Spring, and the river flows clear. New life appears. The world, reborn. A second chance.
FF – Twisted
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Brenda Cox.
It could happen anywhere. At any time. To anyone.
It had started two years ago. The folding of the fabric of reality. Nobody really understood it, not even the scientists, though everyone unanimously agreed that “something had gone wrong somewhere”.
Look at that poor cyclist. Riding along, minding their own business and suddenly they’re at one with the wall. What a way to go.
It’s not always fatal. One time, a prominent politician got so reconfigured he ended up literally talking out of his ass.
No-one noticed for a month.
The world’s always been a bit twisted though, I guess.
FF – Unwanted
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Lisa Fox.
“Open your eyes, darling! Ta-daaa!”
“And that is?”
“It’s an original 1914 Harley-Davidson!”
“Okaaaaay…”
“Original frame, engine, fittings, look at this bit, oops, I can probably stick that bit back on…”
“…”
“… look at the style, the form…”
“…”
“… it’s an absolute classic! A bit of a rub down, a lick of paint and it’ll be as good as new!”
“…”
“Just imagine zooming down the road, my sweet. You’ll be the talk of the town!”
“…”
“Anyway… happy anniversary, my cupcake! So, what did you get me?”
“A divorce.”
FF – Debris
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Ted Strutz.
Warning – this week’s story may be a tad “spicy”, but it’s the first thing that leapt into my mind 😮 and now I can’t think of anything else.
“What do we have, Constable?”
“An explosion, Sarge. No casualties, thank god, but there’s wreckage blown everywhere.”
“Right then, let’s have a look. What’s this thing?”
“No idea, Sarge. Maybe… this bit would go here, and… urgh, no!”
“Hmm, I reckon maybe you put this part around here, and then this bit would go… no, no, no!”
“I think maybe… maybe we’re better off not knowing, Sarge.”
“I think you’re right, Constable. Bag it all up!”
“Right you are, Sarge. I really don’t understand why anyone would want to blow up ‘Helga’s House of Pain’ anyway…”
















