FF – Armageddon Averted
Here is my contribution for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle, who also provided the photo this week.
I got to thinking what I would be doing if the weather looked that bad.
Ring ring!
“Hello?”
“Beelzubub? Gabriel here. What’s the hold up? We’re standing here, swords aflame, looking like a load of numpties.”
“Never fear! We’ve made it really cold and miserable to keep the mortals indoors.”
“And?”
“We’ve built a video game called ‘Armageddon’. Everyone will play it ‘cos they can’t go out and when they click ‘Armageddon – Start Now’, we’re off! Angels vs demons smackdown! Yeah!”
“Starting a game called ‘Armageddon’ does NOT start Armageddon. Idiot.”
“Don’t you talk to me like that!”
“Go to hell.”
“Already there!”
Good job demons are so stupid or the Earth would be in a right mess…
Um…
FF – Cutbacks
Here is my contribution to Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Ted Strutz.

Copyright Ted Strutz
“So. Judgement Day.”
“Yeah. So this is death. I was expecting a bright light rather than an escalator.”
“Cutbacks, I guess.”
“I haven’t always been the best person. There was that speeding ticket. I swore at that little old lady…”
“I’m sure that won’t count against you.”
“…and then there’s all those people I murdered in the 70’s.”
“Whaaa… you’ll be on the way back down, mate. Here we are. Ooh, a questionnaire. No judgement by angels?”
“More cutbacks? A-ha! ‘Question 7: Did you murder anyone in the 70’s?’ I’ll tick ‘no’. And I’m in! Gotta love the cutbacks!”
FF – Not as Clever as he Thought
Here is my contribution to Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Dale Rogerson.

Copyright Dale Rogerson
Detective Inspector Bardon looked across the scene. Crisp, white, beautiful. Like a Christmas card. Idyllic – apart from the body, the red-tinged snow.
“Back wound. Murder definitely happened here. Knife was driven in at close range. Only one set of footprints – the victim’s! How?”
High above, Jimmy ‘Jetpack Assassin’ Jameson hovered and laughed. His web ad had paid off. Plenty of clients, police always baffled!
“Hey, guv, just found this ad on the internet. Some joker calling himself the ‘jetpack assassin’!”
“Jetpack? Of course! Constable, grab the newly-issued ground-to-air missile launcher out the car, will you?”
Jimmy’s eyes widened in horror.
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!”











