FF – Fruits of the Loom
Here is my little story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Sandra Crook.
Stand by for a major groan-worthy play on words!

Copyright Sandra Crook
I didn’t mean to do it, but Gerald… that smug git. Always winding me up. So I grabbed him one day and shoved him towards the loom. His tie got stuck; the machines dragged him in.
Oh, the screams, the noises as he was shredded… I don’t mind telling you, it set my teeth on edge.
When the cotton came out it made the most beautiful blood-red pattern on the fabric…. once you picked bits of Gerald out of it.
In fact I might market it. Maybe mix in some more colours. Make a fortune.
Think I’ll call it “tie-die”…
FF – Peace Wheel
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Dale Rogerson.

Copyright Dale Rogerson
Millions queued to ride the Peace Wheel.
It had appeared overnight, a mystery. Shortly after, the crime rate dropped to zero. Countries dismantled their arsenals and armies. Warlords took up farming. People the world over stopped concentrating on jobs, on ambitions.
Hate, the will to fight, disappeared. People were suddenly “getting along” with each other.
Hidden in high orbit, Dresh N’Gak smiled. In days the population of this backwards backwater planet would have lost all self-will. They would be ripe for conquest! He twisted a dial, increasing signal strength.
The “Peace Wheel” thrummed with renewed energy.
FF – The Aspiring Musician
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Anshu Bhojnagarwala.
Another story which came straight into my head. Yay!

Copyright Anshu Bhojnagarwala
“What the hell is that?”
“I got it from the dump. Pretty great, huh?”
“It’s got a tree growing out of it.”
“You’ve heard of house music? Garage?”
“Yessss….”
“This is gonna be ‘Plant’.”
“Jesus.”
“Here goes…”
Thunk! Crash!
A cat’s tail, poking out from beneath the rubble, twitched once and was still.
“YOU KILLED MR FLUFFY, YOU MURDERER!”
“Maybe it was a bit knackered. I saw a guitar with mushrooms growing out of it down the dump… ‘Fungus’! Awesome!”
Meanwhile Mr Fluffy, one of his nine lives sadly gone, extricated himself and trotted away in search of a less insane human.
FF – Don’t be a Jeff!
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by C.E. Ayr.

Copyright C.E. Ayr
Jeff bid goodbye to his mates and left the pub. The other members of the motorcycle gang left en masse but Jeff slunk around the corner to his piddly little moped. As his fellows roared off on their testosterone-fuelled hogs, Jeff opened his throttle and charged off at his top speed of 17mph, head down.
But – too late! He had been spotted! The video was online! Jeff’s street cred was ruined!
Don’t let this happen to you. Visit Mike’s Bikes today! Get yourself a Harley!
10% discount for members of the Death’s Head Slasher Biker Gang
Don’t be a Jeff!
FF – Ye Tragedy at Red Mountain
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Jean L. Hays.
Here’s the link for all the stories. I don’t know how to make the big blue froggy work 😦
I was in a weird mood when I wrote this and I had a headache. So here’s a weird story which will give you a headache.

Copyright Jean L. Hays
Ye Tragedy at Red Mountain
And so did it come to pass that the killer slugs reached Red Mountain, and thus did the townsfolk shelter in ye Deli, for its shelves were filled to bursting with salt.
And the townsfolk did surround ye bastion with salt, and the slugs did dissolve, and the townsfolk did rejoice, and did not escape as they were urged!
As the salt did deplete, removed they their eye-glasses to construct a giant magnifier. And brave Sebastian did climb the roof with the glass to fry the slugs.
And then did the sun go in and the townsfolk did die.
Idiots.
The End.












