FF – Devourers

July 11, 2018 84 comments

Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Liz Young.

This story comes with special exclusive bonus content!

Copyright Liz Young

 

Locked in a cage. Swathed in bandages, covering… best not look. A body become toxic waste, ravaged by… see those silken threads?… arachnids of alien origin.

They devour; flesh, bones, organs, brain liquified, not quickly, oh no! slow, painful, excruciating. Is that a house spider above your bed or a devourer of flesh? How to tell?

Or is the scene a student prank? Ill-conceived perhaps, yet ultimately harmless. We choose to believe this so that we may sleep at night, yet wilful ignorance will not save us.

They are coming. They are here. Our end is assured.

 

Spider General

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Sharing My World 2018 Week 27

July 8, 2018 21 comments

Here is my post for Cee’s Share Your World.

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Tell us about your first bicycle or car?
My first car was a 1985 light blue Ford Fiesta. That was back in the days when cars rusted so it generally needed a lot of welding. On the plus side, you could do your own maintenance without a diagnostic computer.

What fictional world or place would you like to visit?
Somewhere with magic. I’d like to be able to twiddle my fingers and make stuff happen. Maybe Middle Earth, specifically Hobbiton. That looks like a lovely place to live. I’d be a Gandalf sort of fellow, but without all the Sauron-induced stress.

If you could have someone follow you around all the time, like a personal assistant, what would you have them do?
Since I’m an all-powerful magic user living in Hobbiton I wouldn’t really need a personal assistant. But if I did have one I’d have them do everything ‘cos that’s what I’m paying them for.

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FF – Party Time

July 4, 2018 67 comments

Here is my sorry excuse for a poem for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. The photo was contributed by J Hardy Carroll.

All the rules of poetry are out the window, people! Imagine one of those open-mic clubs, chap sits on a stool onstage, hat and coat, growls this pseudo-poem into the microphone, thanks everyone, drops the mic on the stage and walks off.

Copyright J Hardy Carroll

 

What a night!
High as a kite
So much booze
How to choose?
So drink it all

Legless
Headless
What a mess
No way home
I’ve lost my phone
In a skip
What a trip
This is it
I think I’m gonna
Throw up

Daylight’s grace
On my face
Thumping head
Think I’m dead
Where’s my bed?

Not here
I fear

NEVER AGAIN

My head hurts
Off to work
To pay my way
Until tonight
The clock hits nine
Party time!

 

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Sharing My World 2018 Week 26

July 1, 2018 18 comments

Here is my post for Cee’s Share Your World.

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If aliens landed on earth tomorrow and offered to take you home with them, would you go? (remember this is SYW, they are friendly aliens)
Hell yeah! I’ve always wanted to visit the N’Gret M’Nah Conglomeration. Did you know their empire incorporates three of the 7 million wonders of the galaxy?

Hang on – “take me home with them?” That sounds like a pet adoption.

I’ve changed my mind. No.

How tall are you? Are you satisfied with your height?
The last time I was measured, which was some years ago, I was around 173 cm. That’s a nice height. I wouldn’t want to tower over people, and it’s only a couple of cm below average height.

Do you think you could live without your smartphone (or other technology item) for 24 hours?
For sure, no problem.

I can keep the essentials, right? You know, TV, Netflix, PlayStation, Alexa for my tunes and to turn the lights on and off, computer… what do you mean, no?

I’ve changed my mind on this one as well. No.

What did you appreciate or what made you smile this past week?
I had the week off and visited the Japanese Gardens and Lanhydrock. Here’s a sneak preview 🙂

 

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FF – The Music of Life

June 27, 2018 72 comments

Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Rochelle as well!

I popped a little musical glossary at the end in case you know as little about music as me 🙂

 

Bran dropped the duster and stared at the instruments, seeing his life written in music. The ebb and flow of the melody, at times allegro, others adagio. His early years, the rise and swell of a rousing march. The loss of his parents, a slow, melancholy dirge in a minor key.

His adoption by the Maestro? What music represented such misery?

“Bran! Stop dreaming! Clean! Clean, you worthless idiot!”

The belt cracked across his back. He choked back the tears and eyed the tuba, gauging its weight. Truly a blunt instrument.

The music was about to get messily, violently fortissimo.

 

 

allegro: played very quickly
adagio: a slow passage
fortissimo: played very loud

 

Sharing My World 2018 Week 25

June 24, 2018 13 comments

Here is my post for Cee’s Share Your World.

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You can have an unlimited supply of one thing for the rest of your life, what is it? Sushi? Scotch Tape?
Well, who needs an unlimited supply of sushi? And as for Scotch tape, I usually buy a different brand of sticky tape – Sellotape. I believe the answer here is money. Then I can buy an unlimited supply of everything 🙂

Teleportation or flying?
I’m assuming here that both of these are “self-powered”. Like superpowers. I’ll go for teleportation. There are superheroes flying around everywhere, it’s getting pretty crowded. The government is bound to introduce legislation soon, like they’re doing for drones. No flying near airfields, take a test etc.

I’d like to just “poomf” from one place to another.

Would you rather live where it only snows or the temperature never falls below 100 degrees?
I hope that’s 100 degrees using American temperatures, ‘cos that’s the boiling point of water 😦 According to Alexa that’s 37.8C. That’s still pretty hot. Mid twenties is the hottest I can really stand.

On the other hand, permanent snow? Yeek! What a choice. I suppose I’d get used to it, we’d have the right gear, snow tyres and so on. So I guess I choose the snow.

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FF – Wife Unfazed

June 20, 2018 77 comments

Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Fatima Fakier Deria.

 

“Hey, get outta the way! Yes, you! Where’s that horn…”

Whaaaa wha wha whaaaa!

“What you lookin’ at? You wanna piece ‘a me? YOU WANNA PIECE ‘A ME? Thought not. Coming through! Oy, you with the vegetable boat. SHIFT IT! Full speed ahead…”

Smash crunch sink sink sink

“…screw you and your cabbages…”

Meanwhile, below-decks…

“Yes, Dorothy, on the canals… his stress levels? Not noticeably, no… it was supposed to be a de-stresser for top executives, yes… not working, no…”

“Aaaargh!” splash

“…think he’s fallen in… go back for him? No, I don’t think so… much more enjoyable now, yes…”

 

Sharing My World 2018 Week 24

June 17, 2018 17 comments

Here is my post for Cee’s Share Your World.

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If you could choose any person from history to be your imaginary friend, who would it be and why?
Oh boy, there have been so many people in the whole of history, how can I choose? Ooh, I know. I’ll have famous Austrian psychoanalyst Sigmund Freud. Because if I have an imaginary friend at my age I probably need help. And this will present an interesting moral dilemma for Freud – if he is successful in his treatment, he will effectively cease to exist.

What will you do, Sigmund. WHAT WILL YOU DO?

60s, 70s, 80s, 90s: Which decade do you love the most and why?
I think the 70s. Playing outside, hot summers, not a care in the world. Kids always want to grow up so they’re their own boss and can do whatever they want, little realising that you’re never more free than you are in those early years…

When you die, what do you want to be remembered for?
Die? I’m not planning on doing that. But if my immortality master plan doesn’t pan out, I’d rather not be remembered. Most people who are remembered throughout history did something pretty nasty. Sometimes it’s something good, but I’m sure history usually gets it a bit wrong and I wouldn’t be around to fix it.

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FF – SpyBird

June 13, 2018 72 comments

Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Jean L. Hays.

I’m not all that taken with my story this week, it just seems to amble along, but never mind 🙂

Copyright Jean L. Hays

 

Inside the truck, Agent Smith describes his new invention to his superiors…

“There’s SpyBird approaching the house, its cunningly situated head-mounted micro-camera transmitting everything it sees to our monitor. See how it sneaks covertly past the window.”

Inside the drug dealers’ house…

“Hey, there’s a bird flapping around outside the window with a great big camera strapped to its head. Kill it!”

And so Agent Smith’s SpyBird was consigned to the bin of espionage history alongside his equally ill-fated MurderPen, ExplosionSoap and ElectrocutionDoorbell. He later died of massive blood loss following an unfortunate incident during development of his ScissorBladeToiletSeat.

 

Pegman – The Forever Bunker

June 10, 2018 46 comments

Here is a story I wrote for What Pegman Saw, which takes us to Palo Duro State Park in Texas.

I seem to drop in and out of Pegman when the muse takes me and when I have time. Hope that’s okay.

Copyright Erik Rathgaber for Google Maps

 

Jeff checked the environmental seals, as he did every day. The same routine, every day of his life.

Ding dong!

The doorbell! This had never happened before! He ran to the hatch, donned his environmental suit and triggered the release. Outside stood a man… in normal clothes!

“How… how…?”

“Is this bunker 27? What are you all still doing down there? The Earth has been habitable for over 100 years!”

“But… I’ve looked out, every day. There’s nothing… devastation for miles, only scrub…”

“It’s the desert. It’s supposed to look like that.”

“The desert? Why was I not informed?”

“It’s all in the literature.”

“Well, maybe, but who has the time to read all that?”

“Time? Time? You’ve had nothing but time.”

“Hmm. 100 years, you say? I don’t suppose the others’ll be all that happy. Best not tell them. Good day to you.”

Slam.

100 years later…

Ding dong!