FF – Mr Bad Decisions
Here is my contribution to Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. The photo was contributed by Na’ama Yehuda.
My story is a bit surreal this week. So what’s new…

Copyright Na’ama Yehuda
The instructions said to use one on hands, eat the other. Let’s open this. Ooh, lovely, says “cream”, that must be for the hands.
Slather
So I eat this one. Tastes of antiseptic! That’ll be great for my stomach problems. Bit chewy though.
Three major surgeries later, and our hero is faced with a chainsaw and an elastic band.
I was told to snap one on my wrist to train myself against bad decisions and use the other to trim the hedge.
Ten minutes later…
Really hard trimming the hedge with this elastic band, especially now I only have one hand…
FF – Tastes Like Chicken
Here is my contribution to Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by J. Hardy Carroll.

Copyright J. Hardy Carroll
“It’s so beautiful in here, safe within the Dome.”
“It’s beautiful outside too, Dad!”
“Beautiful, but DEADLY. We got in here just in time. The atmosphere… TOXIC! The plant life… CARNIVOROUS!”
“But I can see people out there, Dad!”
“Monsters, sweetie. Cannibals! They’ll rip the FLESH from your BONES!”
“Whaaaaa!”
“Don’t scare the child, dear.”
“I’m only joshing! Look, I’ll pop outside. See? Perfectly… aaaaargghhh!”
“Hmm, looks like he was right after all. Back inside, kids. Looks like ‘Future EcoWorld Biodome’ is home now. Good job we dragged your Dad’s body back inside. Anyone for lunch? Tastes like chicken.”
“Hooray!”
FF – Safety First!
Here is my contribution to Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by C.E. Ayr.
The creature looked across the swimming pool to the people beyond. It could almost taste their flesh, sweet, succulent. A family enjoying an evening picnic – little did they know they would soon fill its belly! It crept forward slowly, carefully, then sped towards them, tripped, fell in the swimming pool and drowned…
What?
Wait a minute!
This won’t do. Where’s the grisly ending?
Who puts an unlit, unguarded swimming pool in the middle of a caravan park?
Let’s try again…
The creature, high from its success at swimming class, looked across the large, yet perfectly safe, puddle to the people beyond…
FF – Ramblings from the Pub Part 1
Here is my contribution to Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Rochelle herself!

Copyright Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
“You know that chap. Lenny. He’s got a telephone.
Like those ones your mam and pap had. Only older. Real old.
An’ it’s special. Connects ‘upstairs’. You know.
Angel HQ.
He’s got their ear.
He could use it to start the Apocalypse. Then end it. Reverse that ‘Climate Change’ whatsit.
Feed the starving. Home the homeless. Help the helpless. Just like that vampire with a soul. Buffy’s ex.
‘Angel’. That’s the one.
And what does he do?
Uses it to order pizza from that place down the street.
Some people don’t deserve a Hotline to Heaven.
Just sayin’.
Mine’s a pint.”
FF – Remember
Here is my contribution to Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Sandra Crook.
Well, a photo of a war memorial wasn’t quite the Santa picture I was hoping for. Not even a snowman 😦
This isn’t a story. I’m not sure what it is. Merry Christmas and whatnot!

Copyright Sandra Crook
For King and Country!
Remember.
For freedom!
Remember.
For the security of our country!
Remember.
For the betterment of Mankind!
Worthwhile causes all.
But always remember.
What it cost.












