FF – Tangled
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. The photo was contributed by Victor and Sarah Potter.
I don’t even know what I’ve written this week. It’s a bit silly. Me? Silly? Surely not.
Copyright Victor and Sarah Potter
Three homes with three families. Kids all over the place, probably more he didn’t know about. Bank accounts everywhere. Identities out the wazoo – even he sometimes got confused who he was supposed to be from one day to the next.
Scamming him, conning her, no wait, she was to be family number four – or was she? Scam or marry? Or both?
How to keep everything in order?
Circles within circles. Webs cast everywhere. How long before one of those webs caught him?
The heat was on.
It’s a complicated life being a gigolo con-spider.
Pegman – Grand Adventure
Here is my story for What Pegman Saw. This week we are in Syria.
Copyright Google
“I can’t believe this. I really can’t.”
“It’ll be okay, Hun. It’s a mistake anybody could have made.”
“No, Dear. Just you. I mean, honestly. We should have been sitting in beautiful Sicily, instead of which…”
“I know, I know, we’re stuck in a sand storm in a war zone.”
“Syria. Syracuse. They’re not that similar.”
“I wondered why we needed visas. At least there’s sand. Pretend we’re at the beach. It’ll be a grand adventure!”
“…”
“Never mind, love of my life, we’ll soon be on our way to romantic Paris. All this will seem like a bad dream. Ah, freshly-baked croissants in the shadow of the Eiffel Tower.”
“Let me see those tickets. Ah yes. Well done. Two seats to Paris. Texas.”
“Hmm. I wondered why we needed visas.”
“I want a divorce.”
Sharing My World 2018 Week 1
Here is my post for Cee’s Share Your World.
What one word describes you best?
Befuddled.
It’s a crazy world.
What is set as the background on your computer?
A scene from Golitha Falls in Cornwall.
If you have been to a foreign country name those you have been too?
Scotland, Wales and Northern Ireland (part of the UK but different countries).
Germany, Republic of Ireland (living and working).
France, Switzerland, The Netherlands (work trips/looking around).
What inspired you or what did you appreciate this past week? Feel free to use a quote, a photo, a story, or even a combination.
I don’t know. Life just happens. Days come and days go. Time marches on. And all that.
FF – A Dirty Job
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo comes from Roger Bultot.
Copyright Roger Bultot
Jerak snuck a glance at the scene around him as he pushed his mop across the floor. He was supposed to keep his head down, but sick fascination always enticed him to look.
Men, women, even children sat on benches, long white tubes fixed to their heads. They seemed calm enough – Jerak had been told that the tubes delivered some enzyme or other, easing the process.
He hated his work here at the Farm, but it was classed essential. It meant he’d never be Chosen. Never be one of those sitting on the benches. Never be food for the alien masters.
Sharing My World 2017 Week 53
Here is my post for Cee’s Share Your World.
What caring thing are you going to do for yourself today?
Have a nice nap at lunchtime. Which I’ve already had.
List at least five of your favourite spices? (excluding salt and pepper)
Oh no, I can’t have Salt N Peppa?
Okay then, in that case I’ll go for Sporty, Scary, Baby, Ginger and Posh.
What can you always be found with?
My phone. Map, calendar, email, camera, texts, authentication apps all in one. Oh yeah, it’s a phone too.
What inspired you or what did you appreciate this past week? Feel free to use a quote, a photo, a story, or even a combination.
Oh, I don’t know. Let’s go for Christmas, shall we? Christmas inspired me. I was inspired by Christmas. I find running out of money and putting on ten stone highly inspiring.
Happy New Year 🙂
FF – League of Science
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Ted Strutz.
Copyright Ted Strutz
The group of esteemed scientists laughed scornfully.
“By God, man, you’ll never achieve membership of the World Science League with that thing!”
“I beg to differ, Sir,” smiled Ignacious, initiating his machine. Gears ground. Wheels spun.
“By good Queen Victoria, what is it man?!”
Their derision, however, gave way to wide eyes as the wheels rotated, matching their brain waves. A disc flew off, neatly decapitating Dr Munsch of Oxford. The others, hypnotised, hardly noticed even as they too fell.
“I propose myself for membership of the League!” giggled Ignacious manically. “Any objections?” He eyed the carnage. “No? Then, carried!”
Pegman – Merry Star Wars Christmas
Here is my story for What Pegman Saw, which this week takes us to North Pole, Alaska.
Hopefully you guys have either seen Star Wars or are familiar with the story, or this story’s going to be reasonably nonsensical.
I have just cooked a nice ham so the kitchen smells all hammy and I have been indulging in my Christmas Eve tradition – wrapping presents while watching the greatest Christmas film ever made – Die Hard. I’m just at the bit where there’s “four assholes coming in the rear in standard two by two cover formation”.
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And yea did it come to pass that Santa was seduced by the Dark Side, and verily were there no more presents. And it is written that, lo, young Fluke Skyhumper did come to Santa, for verily was Fluke the son of Santa.
And thus spake he, “I feel the good in you, Father (Christmas),” and lo did Santa reply unto him “Thee wilt join me on the Dark Side,” and verily did Fluke refuse.
And thus did they fight, yet neither wouldst kill the other, for kin they were, yea verily. And so didst Santa’s evil master Emperor Rudolph’s nose glow red and did emit lasers unto Fluke. And then did Santa attack Rudolph and did save his son Fluke, yet Santa, returned to good, was gravely wounded, yea verily, and didst he die.
And so endeth this tale, yet never more were there presents, for Santa had perished. Merry Christmas 🙂
Note: this is a work of fiction. Santa is of course alive and well and will be delivering presents as usual this Christmas. Yea verily.
Sharing My World Week 52
Here is my post for Cee’s Share Your World.
If you could hire someone to help you, would it be with cleaning, cooking, or yard work?
They could help me out with the cleaning. Well, they wouldn’t be “helping me” as I don’t do it at all. They’d be doing it all themselves.
If you were to move and your home came fully furnished with everything you ever wanted, list at least three things from your old house you wish to retain?
I’m assuming the “furnishings” include TV and whatnot so I guess it would be personal things I would be bringing. I have some photos and some artwork from my friends’ kids so that would all come. I have a load of photos in albums which haven’t been scanned so they would need to come too. Then of course there’s “the lads”.
What calms you down?
Reading and watching TV. Anything which takes me away from “the real life”, which is presumably why I’m not calm in the first place.
What inspired you or what did you appreciate this past week? Feel free to use a quote, a photo, a story, or even a combination.
I appreciated Lemsip and similar this week. Kept me going and functional 🙂
FF – Not a Hat Shop
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Björn Rudberg.
This amount of hats just begged for a crazy Monty Python-esque scene.
Copyright Björn Rudberg
“Good day to you, Sir, and how may I help you?”
“Good day, Sir. I have need of a hat.”
“You are in luck, Sir, for we are a hat shop.”
“I see no hats, Sir.”
“Look around you, Sir, a veritable cornucopia of hats!”
“Ye-gads, Sir, no hats do I see!”
“Are you perhaps visually impaired, Sir?”
“The cheek! Since you have no hats I shall try one of your knitted tea-cosies. Perhaps that will keep my head warm. Yes, I’ll take it!”
“Of course, Sir.”
“These tea-cosies make excellent hats, Sir! Consider selling them as such.”
“Harrumph.”
Pegman – Lost Souls
Here is my story for What Pegman Saw, which takes us to Buckhorn, Iowa. It is the one year anniversary, though I haven’t been doing it for that long, and this is where it started!
I’m quite late this week with my story. I have a nasty cold – chesty cough, headache, the full shebang, and my brain refused to come up with a story. I finally got there, so here it is 🙂 Hope it reads okay, I had to edit out 60-odd words.
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The bus drew up and the children disembarked. The graveyard seemed to stretch on forever.
“This is the Graveyard of Lost Souls,” explained Miss Tembleton. “Can anyone tell me why it’s called that?”
A small boy raised his hand. “Because no-one knows where the souls went, Miss.”
“That’s correct. During the early days of the Soul Wars, we didn’t know how to help those affected. Their bodies died but their life essence lingered.”
The children shuddered. “So where are they, Miss?”
“We don’t know. Floating around the place, maybe? I’m joking, of course. Now, back on the bus.”
She felt a coldness seep into her body, heard the Voice in her mind.
Well done, Tembleton. Continue to bring us vessels and your own children will remain safe.
Shivering, she looked around. Two of the children had strange looks on their faces, their eyes seeming far too old for their eight-year-old bodies.
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