FF – Coconuts
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Susan Eames.
Well, this one pretty much wrote itself đ
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Copyright Susan Eames
Despite the beauty of his surroundings Micah sat, head in hands, tears streaming down his cheeks.
How had it happened? Heâd always been so careful. Every step planned, everything accounted for.
How would he tell his wife? His poor, darling wife, waiting for him at home. Sheâd be preparing supper right now, oblivious, maybe humming a tune as she worked.
Sheâd sent him out for coconuts. Heâd climber higher, higher, his foot had slipped⌠heâd landed, legs akimbo, on this branch.
Sheâd sent him out for nuts and HEâD CRUSHED HIS OWN.
On the plus side, the choir needed more sopranosâŚ
FF – Magic Stoner Donkeyland
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. The photo was contributed by J. Hardy Carroll.
It’s all a bit mad and has a beginning, a middle and an end (purely because I put “The End” at the end). It sort of starts with the photo, takes a bit of a left turn in the middle and then shoots off at a tangent at the end đ .
Warning – may contain drug references!

Copyright J. Hardy Carroll
âLook! Puff the Magic Donkey.â
âSurely itâs âPuff the Magic Dragonâ?â
âI canât draw dragons. But heâs still magic. Look!â
The donkey leapt from the page and appeared on the pavement! His eyes were wide and unfocussed and he appeared a trifle unsteady on his hooves.
âHi, Puff.â
Puff coughed a cloud of sweet-smelling smoke. âDude,â he hee-hawed, wandering dazedly out into traffic.
Meanwhile, in Magic Donkeyland HQ, Stoner-General Donkey awaited news from his invasion scout, Stoner-Corporal Puff â a report fated never to arrive, after stoned-out-of-his-brain Puffâs close encounter with the Number 19 bus from Islington.
Invasion aborted!
The End.
FF – Skool Daze
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. She also provided this week’s photo.

Copyright Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
The starting pistol fires! He dives into the water – Geoff Bullet, defending Olympic champion. But… somethingâs wrong! Bright light, waves… not a pool, a huge lake! A random inter-dimensional portalâŚ? Geoff kicks hard for shore… so far, so very far, muscles like lead, must⌠keep⌠goingâŚ
âGeoffrey! Stop thrashing around, get out of the pool and get changed! The rest of the class is already on the bus.â
âYes, Sir, sorry, SirâŚâ
Caught by a vicious deadly monster, Geoff Bullet is hauled from the water and forced into a lifetime of slavery in the notorious Algebra Mines of the planet ArithmeticitaâŚ
FF – Snowflake Patrol
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Jean L. Hays.
I’m thinking this bunch of whingy whiners are never going to be elite troops…

Copyright Jean L. Hays
âTarget ahead. Silent protocol.â
âRight-oh, Sarge!â
âShhh!â
âJeez.â
âBarbed wire. Snips, now.â
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âSnips? Anyone?â
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âOh, for… slip underneath.â
â…ow! I caught my finger…â
âShhh!â
ââŚaw, man, I got cow poo on my uniform.âŚâ
ââŚI know a good dry cleanerâŚ.â
ââŚwhat about my finger? Iâm bleeding outâŚ.â
ââŚSarge, I knelt in a puddle, my Mum’s gonna kill meâŚâ
âWILL THE LOT OF YOU SHUT UP?! THEYâRE GONNA HEARâŚâ
BANG!
âAw, man. Poor Sarge.â
ââŚnow Iâve got blood on my uniform⌠blood and poo…â
âThis is too stressful. Let’s evac home.â
ââŚand donât think youâre coming in the chopper covered in pooâŚâ
FF – Most Wanted!
Here is my even sillier-than-last-week’s story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Roget Bultot.
Work is mad, I’m doing 11+ hour days, so here’s something I knocked out in my lunch break.

Copyright Roger Bultot
“Newtownâs Most Wanted”, by reporter Tim Pointless
Police are today searching for a band of merciless criminals. Sgt Doughnut from Newtown Constabulary explains:
âTheyâre roving the streets, cold-bloodedly washing cars without permission, left, right and centre. Left, right and centre!â
I asked Sgt Doughnut why this was such a problem.
âLook at all the suds! You could slip and break a hip! Little bastards. Pardon my French.â
Newtown Constabulary responded with âno commentâ, but muttered that âSgt Doughnut should never have been allowed out near the public, the daft bugger.â
Next week â “Flower Arranging exposĂŠ â the dark side of Ikebana”













