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…”
FF – Hidden
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Jennifer Pendergast.
Gary rubbed his hands, blowing on them for warmth. It was freezing this morning, but such a beautiful day!
He could hear birds chirping in the trees. They must be cold! Even though the sun had risen, it was weak. The temperature wouldn’t rise above freezing until Spring.
He reached the pond, small but deep and a favourite spot for young lovers. A local “Casanova”, he’d been here only last night.
She shouldn’t have rejected him but the ice, as he had hoped, was completely opaque. He’d be hundreds of miles away before they found the body.
Such a beautiful day!
FF – Archvillain Jr
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Roger Bultot.
I take a picture of myself… taking a picture of myself! A loop is created… the universe will collapse! I can feel atoms beginning to unravel… I look outside… all is darkness… IT WORKED bwahahaha!
“Mum! Mum! It’s all dark outside! I’ve destroyed the universe!”
“The sun’s gone down, dear. It’s late. Go to bed. School tomorrow.”
“Darn. Therefore, mother, I shall try two mirrors facing each other. The infinite loop will surely destroy the universe bwahahaha!”
“That’s nice, dear. Now go to bed.”
A reprieve for life as we know it. Until tomorrow, universe. Bwahahaha!














