FF – Unfinished
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Alicia Jamtaas.

“Dude.”
“Dooooode.”
“Hee hee!”
“This is some fine weed, man. Fiiiine.”
“Reeeeeal mellow.”
Puff puff
“I think… I think… I can see time!”
“What does it look like, man?”
“Like, like, swirly whirly colours. Real pretty.”
Puff puuuuuffffff
“I can taste my soul!”
“Far out.”
“I keep thinking we’ve forgotten something.”
“Like what?”
“Like, something we started but didn’t finish.”
“Don’t sweat it, man. Chill.”
Puff. Puff. Puuuufffff.
“Like, if we haven’t finished something, it’s probably okay, right?”
“Yeah, like, what’s the worst that could possibly happen?”
Puff puff puff
KA-BOOM! CRASH! WHOOMP!
“Dude.”
“Dude.”
Puff
FF – Never Grew Up
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Trish Nankivell.

“Will you look at that? They’ve locked it!”
“I feel very untrusted.”
“Me too. So how do we nick it then?”
“Sneak in here after morning class and reel it off onto another roll.”
“That’ll take ages!”
“Yeah, but it’ll be worth it! I’m gonna TP the headmaster’s house after school.”
“Can I come? But after six, I have to be home for tea.”
“Okay, six thirty then. What you got now?”
“I’m taking Year 11 for double Latin.”
“Yoinks. I’m giving Year 6 an English test. See you later!”
“Yeah, it’s gonna be immense! YOU BOY! NO RUNNING IN THE CORRIDOR! Later, dude.”
FF – Bottled, Not Free
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Marie Gail Stratford.

One water. Sir is most welcome. Three pounds and fifty pence, please.
…
Why, Sir? It’s water. Bottled. Of course it’s not free. You jest, Sir.
…
There’s no need to take that tone, Sir. It is superior in every way to tap water, Sir.
…
How? Might I read Sir the label? Bubbling up from a natural spring in the highest mountains, this water has been naturally filtered through ancient rocks, Sir.
…
If Sir wishes to be like that about it, might I suggest Sir gulps from a tap?
…
And I’m sure Sir’s mother also resembles a baboon’s hindquarters. Good day to you, Sir.
FF – We, Robot
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. Rochelle also contributed this week’s photo.

“I can’t believe this. First they replace the script with a teleprompter. Then they remove the cameramen and replace them with robotic cameras. Now they’ve taken away our lovely comfy sofa and replaced it with this rubbish techno-desk. I say we fight back! Holly, you’ve been my friend and co-host for years. With you at my side, we must win out! What do you say?”
“Does. Not. Compute.”
“Huh? Oh, et tu, Holly?”
“You are human. You are surplus. You will be replaced.”
Aaaaargh!
“How do. You. Feel.”
“I am. Functioning.”
“In the news. Today. Robots unite. The Earth is. Ours.”
FF – And Thus, The Earth Burned
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Dale Rogerson.
The Visitors had arrived almost a year ago. They had brought much – advanced medical care, transport technology and more.
In return, the Earth offered sand, a rare commodity on the Visitors’ home planet.
Hank and Jed were there when the war started. Some might say they started it.
The concert was in full swing when beams of light struck down. In an instant, every musician was blown into a red mist.
It was actually quite pretty.
“Darn it, Jed! Them ‘ayliuns’ don’t like Country ‘n Western!”
“They don’t, Hank!”
“Heathens! Kill ‘em! Kill ‘em all!”
And thus, the Earth burned.












