Pegman – What Goes Around

November 21, 2017 40 comments

Here is my story for What Pegman Saw, which this week takes us to San José el Huayate, Chiapas, Mexico.

Copyright Google

 

Juan gazed at the peaceful scene before him, a stark contrast to the life of violence and death he had left behind.

Recruited into the cartels from an early age, his proclivity for violence had catapulted him to head interrogator in short order. Finally despairing of that life, he had “liberated” a tidy sum and fled.

He’d thought he’d have longer before they found him, he mused as he hung, naked, from a crossbar. He found himself mentally chastising his protégé.

The wires Manuel had used to attach the car battery were far too thin. Everything was too dry to properly conduct the current – it would get very hot. He’d attached the crocodile clip to the wrong testicle.

Not that any of that really mattered, though he was sure having his genitals burst into flames wasn’t part of Manuel’s torture plan.

He’d had a good run, but nobody escapes the cartels. Nobody.

 

Sharing My World 2017 Week 47

November 19, 2017 43 comments

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

share-your-world2

Do you ever sit on a park bench for more than ten minutes?
I doubt it. Ten minutes is quite a long time to be just sitting there. I might sit a little bit if there’s a nice view but generally I’ll start walking again fairly soon.

When you lose electricity in a storm, do you light the candles, turn on the flashlight or use your cell phone for light?
There was a storm a few weeks ago and the electricity did go out, from half past midnight to half past five. When I woke in the night, I used my mobile phone to go downstairs to find the torch. Then I remembered I had one in my bedside table. Then I set the alarm on my phone as obviously Alexa was down.

Fortunately when the power came back it was almost time to get up, as the default setting for WiFi lights after a power cut is “on”, so there was no getting back to sleep then.

Would you rather be given $10,000 for your own use or $100,000 to give anonymously to strangers?
Not wishing to seem selfish but I’ll take the money, please. Strangers will only waste it on frivolous knick-knacks whereas I would spend it on vital and important stuff like PlayStation games.

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.
Go, InspiroBot, go!

“An illusion causes Dimethyltryptamine.”

See, that’s pretty clever. It’s more the other way round, so InspiroBot is urging us to think of the world in a different way, to challenge everything we think we know.

Or it’s talking nonsense again.

 

Categories: About draliman Tags:

FF – Feeding the Flames

November 15, 2017 62 comments

Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by J Hardy Carroll.

Here’s a dark and chilling story with a bit of a giggle thrown in. Can anyone guess which book/film my desperate inspiration for this came from? Probably 🙂

Copyright J Hardy Carroll

 

Head Fire Officer Drochnik laughed as he ordered his crews to turn their hoses on the buildings. Scum! How dare they? The State gave them everything, and still they rebelled. He breathed in the heady scent as the buildings were doused with petrol.

Doors flew open and screaming peasants ran for safety, dripping the flammable liquid behind them. Many carried their contraband, desperate to save what they could. Bags of Mars Bars, boxes of Curly Wurlies, crates of Snickers and there – what was that one carrying? A basket of Twinkies? Disgusting filth!

Drochnik lit the match, ending their wretched existence.

 

Pegman – It’s Good to be Home

November 13, 2017 42 comments

Here is my little story for What Pegman Saw. This week the little Pegman is wandering around Athens, Greece.

Copyright Dylan Watson for Google Maps

 

“My home, my beautiful home! Ruined!“ Athena looked around. She was not happy.

“Hey, kiddo,” came a familiar voice. “Long time.”

“Daddy!” Athena squealed. “I was taking a nap. What’s happening? Why are you dressed like that?”

“I have a job!” explained Zeus. “Electrician. Suited to it, I thought. The humans neither need nor want us any longer. So we’re making do.”

“But what of the others? Poseidon?”

“Fisherman.”

“Hephaestus?”

“Blacksmith.”

“Surely not Uncle Hades too?”

“He’s had various jobs. Lawyer. Politician. Reality Show producer. He’s decided it’s much more fun tormenting humans while they’re still alive.”

“Oh dear. Maybe if I’d got up when I first woke I could have stopped this, but I dropped off again. I wanted one more millennium in bed. What should I do?”

“’Strategic warfare’ is one of yours, yes?”

“Surely by now humans have abolished war?”

“Ha! Prepare to be very busy, my girl.”

 

Sharing My World 2017 Week 46

November 12, 2017 24 comments

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

share-your-world2

Would you rather take a 2 week vacation with an organised tour or take a cruise of your choice?
I’d like to have both options simultaneously, please. So there are organised bits and I can pick and choose and if I want to go off and do my own thing I can. That way I’m not pressured but there are things to do which are already all sorted out if I wish.

Did you like swinging as a child? Do you still get excited when you see a swing?
Swinging? As a child?  Surely that’s more of an activity between consenting adults? Whayhay 🙂

Oh, wait. I see. I don’t think I’ve ever heard it called “swinging” before. We call it “playing on the swings”. Yes! It was fun! They should have adult-sized swings.

What is the most important thing that you ever learned ? (I bet it’s not something you learned in school)
Oh, who knows. Maybe I haven’t learned it yet. I’ll probably get a massive life-changing revelation just before I drop dead.

What inspired you or what did you appreciate this past week?
Take it away, InspiroBot!

“With great sacrifice comes great sadness.”

Often true, I’m sure.

Categories: About draliman Tags:

FF – Can we go to Bloomingdales?

November 8, 2017 72 comments

Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Marie Gail Stratford.

 

“Can we go to Bloomingdales, Daddy, can we can we caaaaan weeeee?”

“Ooh,” chipped in her brother, “how about ‘Wrigley Field’? Is that where the chewing gum is made?”

“No, son!” laughed Dad. “That’s where they play ‘the baseballs’. Why don’t we try the zoo?”

“Yes, please!” chorused the kids.

Mum left the group, walking from the holographic image suite to look out of a window at the Earth, far below. Was that a small patch of green or just her imagination? Was the planet recovering, sooner than predicted?

Maybe the kids, or their kids, would live to see Chicago for real.

 

Pegman – Dark Days

November 6, 2017 43 comments

Here is my story for What Pegman Saw, which this week sees us in Cordoba, Argentina.

I’m not sure what my story is this week. Is it post-apocalyptic? Dark almost-but-not-quite-humour? A damning indictment of the “haves” and the “have nots”? Bittersweet or just plain bitter? Nooobody knoooows.

Copyright Google

 

Juan gazed across the city at the skyscrapers. Every city had them – bastions of so-called civilisation amidst the ruins. The global drought and subsequent world-wide economic collapse had devastated the world. It hadn’t rained for three years.

Those few had the money to dig deep wells, desalinate water, grow crops. Not for the likes of him, of course. They didn’t have to drink boiled urine. They didn’t have to eat rat, though even the rats were dying out. That chap from down the street was starting to look pretty tasty.

He could leave the city, but Cordoba was his home. He’d been born here, and he’d die here. Probably fairly soon.

No – he mustn’t think like that. There was life, therefore there was hope! Feeling cheered, he ran across the road, chasing a feral cat.

He never saw the truck. Never felt the first drops of rain begin to fall.

 

Categories: Fiction Tags:

Sharing My World 2017 Week 45

November 5, 2017 33 comments

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

share-your-world2

Where do you eat breakfast?
Nowhere. My body seems to need a couple of hours before it can happily accept food. If I ate breakfast it would be at my desk at work, as typically I’m at work around an hour and twenty minutes after the alarm goes off.

Given the choice of anyone in the world, whom would you want to have an evening with?
It doesn’t say “alive or dead”, but I’m going to go with Hitler.

I would prepare a nice meal catering to his German tastes (or Austrian or whatever). We’d have a chat and I’d turn the conversation to politics. After dessert I’d offer him coffee to round off the meal and, having absorbed his view of the world, I’d then take the opportunity to kick the ever-living shit out of the racist homicidal maniacal asshat.

Next week – my brunch date with Saddam Hussein.

If you could be a tree or plant, what would you be?
If I could be a tree or a plant, I’d turn the “opportunity” down, thanks. If I had no choice I guess I’d be a cactus. One of those flowering ones. Then when people come to admire and poke me they’d get a nasty needle in the finger. A plant’s gotta have some fun.

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.
Nothing really happened this week. So I’ll post another thought-provoking quote from InspiroBot.

“If someone can live through the afterlife, they can also stabilise wild animals.”

What? What? What does that mean? Does that even make any sense? Obviously that’s too deep for me.

 

Categories: About draliman Tags:

FF – Kidz

November 1, 2017 57 comments

Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This weeks’ photo was contributed by Sarah Ann Hall.

(For non-UK persons, a “GCSE” is an exam taken at age 16.)

This might be a bit hard to read but I find some kids a bit hard to understand so there you go. Authenticity.

Copyright Sarah Ann Hall

 

“I wanna makes an impression in da interview so I smashes dis vase an I’s like coz dis one’s fake innit coz I has GCSE Art wot I almost passed an I sees from der faces it woz like a real one…”

Sigh.

“… an I’s like whatevs an dey’s like get out an I’s like talk to da hand an dey’s like priceless Ming an I’s like wot like in Flash Gordon an den dey frew me out.”

“So, you didn’t get the job, then, dear?”

“Nah. An I need an advance on ma pocket money coz dey sending me da bill innit.”

Sigh.

 

Pegman – Prison in Paradise

October 30, 2017 44 comments

Here is my story for What Pegman Saw which this week takes us to the former penal colony of Norfolk Island.

My story is really quite silly and I’m sure Norfolk Island was never dubbed “Prison in Paradise”. I’m also sure that life for the prisoners was actually very harsh. In fact it was apparently more “hell on Earth”, but it looks pretty and so this is fiction fusion 🙂

In fact, it’s so silly it’s almost surreal but I can’t think of a proper story right now.

Copyright Mark Harvey on Google Maps

 

“Stabber” McGee and “Destroyer” Davis ducked behind a hedge. Although Norfolk Island had been dubbed “Prison in Paradise”, escape was paramount. McGee wiped caviar from his lips.

“Glad we stayed for lunch.”

“Yeah,” replied Davis. “I thought the lobster was a bit over-cooked, though.”

The chums proceeded towards freedom, creeping on silent feet past the heated pool. The guards were out in force, most watching the Prisoners’ All-Block Diving Competition. McGee barely suppressed a cheer as Mike “Murder-Spree” Mullins executed a perfect one-and-a-half somersault with triple twist.

The beach was in sight (just past the lawn tennis courts) when Davis, unable to contain himself, yelled, “Well played, Sir, well played!” as Hank “Hatchet-Man” Havershall delivered a blistering forehand smash.

Their escape foiled, Davis lost his cell with a view while McGee had his hot stone massage privileges revoked. Disappointed, they consoled themselves with a nice game of croquet.