FF – What a Relief!
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Ted Strutz.

Copyright Ted Strutz
“I hope my friends are okay in the haunted house. Here I am, stuck viewing everything through this monitor they gave me.”
“Surprise!”
“Huh?”
“Hi, we’re with PRANK TV! We removed the colour via the monitor to make the house look haunted! You’ve been PRANKED!”
“Wow!”
“I’ll tweak the settings… here’s the colour back. Not so haunted-looking now… oh, shit.”

Original copyright Ted Strutz
“No, it’s not. Phew!”
“Um, about your friends…”
“Thank goodness they’re not in a haunted house! I’ll just wait here for my friends to come back out, then.”
“Um. About that. Yeah. I wouldn’t bother waiting…”
FF – Hollywood Rocks!
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. The photo was contributed by Rochelle herself back in November 2014, and according to the photo’s filename is somewhere in Hollywood.
So in this story we find out how Nathan is getting along, after his story in 2014, Land of Broken Dreams.

Copyright Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
Six years. Six long years of waiting tables and finally, his big break. Hollywood rocks!
Okay, it was just a small TV advert. Okay… an advert for haemorrhoid cream. But he had a line!
‘With our patented cream, never again feel like you’re passing a pine cone! Crap-U-LikeTM – your one stop shop to pain-free plopping!’
So it wasn’t quite what he’d had in mind when he’d left Tinyville so long ago. But it was a foot on the ladder. Who knows, in a few months he could be King of the Bum Cream! Lord of the Laxatives!
Hollywood rocks!
FF – Wear a White Hat
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Jennifer Pendergast back in April 2015.
This week I used lots of “tham thars” to add an authentic Wild West feel. I hope I didn’t overdo it 😉
If you want to read a more sensible tale, here’s the story I wrote back in the day.

Copyright Jennifer Pendergast
“Quick, Jed, through tham thar railroad cars an’ inta that thar desert!”
Blam!
“They’s gettin’ closer, Herb!”
“Shuddup an’ run, Jed! Darn, I’m right regretting tham thar grits I ‘ad fer breakfast, all this runnin’.”
“Quit bellyachin’, them varmints is a-comin’ closer!”
Blam!
“Why they shootin’ at us, Herb? We ain’t done nothin’ wrong!”
“I tol’ ya, ya shouldn’t’a bought that thar black hat. I bet in years ta come, bad folks’ll be wearing tham thar black hats in them new-fangled movin’ pictures. Yer ahead-a yer time!”
“Yer red shirt ain’t helpin’!”
Blam!
Splat ☹
FF – Worth Another Look
Here is my sort-of story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. The photo was contributed by Jean L Hays – way back in 2013!
Yes, it’s summer rerun time. This photo’s from December, as I found out as I started my search in January 2013…

Copyright Jean L. Hays
“Hey, dude. We get a freebie this week.”
“What’s that then?”
“It’s summer rerun time. We can use our story from seven years ago.”
“Isn’t that, like, cheating?”
“Of course not! The very idea.”
“But that story was from ages ago. From ‘The Before Time’.”
“The what?”
“’Before.’ Before we wrote the good stuff.”
“The good stuff? High quality weed?”
“No. You know. Our trademark blend of humour, sensitivity and horrific dismemberments.”
“Oh, yeah. Let’s have a read, then. Hey! This could work! It’s mildly horrific.”
“It is! Let’s go for it.”
Read it here – Dry Clean Only.
FF – Not To Be
Here is my contribution for Friday Fictioneers. Rochelle hosts, and also provided this week’s photo.
I’m a bit late this week. I finally got a little holiday now that furloughed staff are back in the office, and I forgot what day it was!

Copyright Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
“Ah, darling, the roar of the greasepaint, the smell of the crowd…”
“I’d say you had that backwards, lovie-darling, but have you seen the audience tonight?”
“Plebs to a man.”
“Why let such riff-raff in? We are Actors. The hoi polloi have no right to enjoy our supreme talent, lovie.”
“Agree, darling, agree.”
Um, guys, your mics are on…
“Oh, um, well, lovie, that’s enough rehearsal for next week’s play, ‘The Arrogance of Actors’, um, um, oh.”
Guys, you know it’s the ‘El Lobo’ cartel’s annual get-together tonight, right…?
…
“To be… or not to be, that is the…”
Rat-a-tat-a-tat-bang-bang-rat-a-tat!
Not to be, evidently.


















