FF – Meticulous
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Jan Wayne Fields.
I was so busy today I forgot to write a story at lunchtime and had to bang it out, well, now, so today’s is a bit of a grim one I’m afraid.
Simeon surveyed his stationery. Everything neat and tidy. Just like him. Everything neatly arranged, everything in its correct place. A place for everything, and everything in its place. Nothing amiss.
So many uses, his stationery. Correspondence, drawing, pinning, stapling, sticking. It was amazing what one could do with such a collection. Virtually everything could be used to pop an eyeball, or to insert forcibly into an orifice.
He smiled, donned a pair of pristine white gloves and, selecting a paper clip, strode off towards the basement.
It would never do to keep his guest waiting.
FF – Virus!
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Na’ama Yehuda.
Gurr’g’tharg surveyed the planet from above the clouds. It looked perfect. A great place to invade, he thought, when suddenly alarms whistled, lights flashed! He checked the readout.
“Warning! Contagion detected!”
Gurr’g’tharg checked his instruments. Indeed, it was true. The planet was beset by a virus, from pole to pole, leaving death and destruction in its wake! He triggered the communicator.
“Well, Gurr’g’tharg, how about this Earth place?”
“Sadly no, Leader,” lamented Gurr’g’tharg. “Take a look.”
“By Holy Mansh’m’gel’s testicles! The planet is riddled with…” he almost spat the word “…humans! Retreat!”
Earth’s animals breathed a sigh of relief. Humans had their uses…
FF – Hey Nonny Nonny
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Trish Nankivell.
Guess who was so busy at work yesterday sorting stuff out before the Christmas break that he forgot to write a little story? Me!

“Cinemas, gone,
Restaurants, gone.
Visiting friends, gone.
Pubs, gone.
Nightclubs,…”
“Man, you’re such a downer. It’s not all gone!”
“Hey, if you’re gonna interrupt my poem, do it poetically!”
“Fine. Jeez. Such a downer, are you. All gone, it is not.”
“Your idea of ‘poetically’ is a Yoda impression?”
“Yup.”
“All the greats to emulate and you choose Yoda? Wordsworth, Shakespeare, um… um… anyway, Christmas is not gone!”
“Not completely.”
“Not completely, no. So let’s wish everyone the best!”
“A Happy Christmas everybody, I wish you!”
“And hey nonny nonny, a Happy New Year, forsooth!”
“Sorted, it is.”
“Yup.”
FF – Lost Religion
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Sandra Crook.
I can’t help thinking that this might be the same crowd which was hoping to worship a shoe lace a couple of weeks back…

“All hail the Sacred Scarecrow! We, your humble servants worship you! As did our ancestors!”
All hail! Worship you! Ancestors!
“The All Powerful! The All Knowing! God of all!”
The All… wait a sec, Bert, there’s a crow on the Sacred Scarecrow!
“What? Arse. Um. Ahem… the Sacred Scarecrow has betrayed us!”
Betrayed us!
”Burn the Sacred Scarecrow!”
Burn it! Burn it! And sacrifice Bert for leading us astray!
“Burn it, bring forth the Sacred Matches and… wait, what? No, no…!”
WHOOMP!
“Aaargghhhh!”
Shame about Bert.
Yep.
Pub?
Yep.
FF – All the Fun of the Fair
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Roger Bultot.
Drake looked across at the amusement park as he sipped his pint. People roaming, playing the coconuts, visiting the fortune teller… riding the roller coaster.
He would never ride one. Not his kind of thrill. Far too dangerous.
Anything could happen.
He listened to their screams, screams which could change from exhilarated excitement to terror in an instant. At the push of a button.
His finger hovered over the remote’s trigger… trembled… and relaxed.
Not today. He got his thrills holding people’s lives in his palm. Life… or death. Shame for it to end too soon. Later perhaps. Maybe tomorrow…














