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.

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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.

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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.

 

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Sharing My World 2017 Week 45

November 5, 2017 33 comments

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

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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.

 

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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.

 

Sharing My World 2017 Week 44

October 29, 2017 29 comments

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

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Was school easy or difficult for you? How so?
Yes 🙂 Depends on the lesson. Physics and English were easy. Well, English language. English literature was rubbish. I couldn’t understand what Shakespeare was saying half the time. Maths and Latin – urgh.

It wasn’t any fun, either. I don’t suppose it was meant to be. University was much better!

List some of your favourite types of animals.
Anything cute and fluffy. Like cats and whatnot.

What is your favourite large city you have been to? What is the one thing you remember most?
I’ll go with Stuttgart. I tend to avoid big cities and keep my head down, but I lived in Stuttgart for a year. Well, on the outskirts, but we spent a lot of time in the city. I liked the lovely gardens and the woods next to where I lived. It was before digital photography unfortunately, so no photos.

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.
My village friends gave me some lovely things this week. First, they wouldn’t let me contribute when we went to see Thor Ragnarok last Tuesday (great film, a must-see!). Then I got a “limited edition” school photo of their eldest, and finally I got a cushion sewn specially for me on her new sewing machine! Here it is. Pretty cool, huh? 🙂

 

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FF – Beauty is Skin Deep

October 25, 2017 68 comments

Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. The photo comes from Roger Bultot.

Copyright Roger Bultot

 

Dre’gar viewed the scene before him through his suit’s plexiglass visor. Beautiful. Oxygen/nitrogen atmosphere. Water. This would make an excellent planet. Once the indigenous life – human – was extinguished, of course.

He raised his visor, savoured real air and began typing his recommendation for invasion.

Then hacked. Coughed. Vomited. And dropped dead. His body liquefied and oozed out of his suit.

Belatedly, his bargain-basement toxicity sensor began to beep.

Toxins detected! Carbon monoxide. Lead. Nitrous oxide. Sulphur dioxide. Lethal levels. DO NOT REMOVE HELMET!

His scout ship, receiving the information, dropped a plague beacon in orbit and left. Never to return.

 

Pegman – Front Channel Diplomacy

October 22, 2017 39 comments

Here is my story for What Pegman Saw, which this week takes us to Bulgaria.

I toured around a bit and found this crazy nutcase pictured in the Decathlon Vitosha, some sort of shop in Sofia.

Image from Google, copyright maybe those strange characters top left

 

“Look at this idiot. What’s he doing?”

“I think he’s… oh no… call the police!”

Too late. Members of the infamous “Fuzzy Face Gang” were already positioned throughout the shop making rude gestures to the security cameras, shouting Boo! at the children and, in the ultimate act of despicableness, exposing their bare buttocks on the escalators.

News spread to world leaders. They opened diplomatic channels. They planned summits. Meanwhile the Fuzzy Face Gang continued to ply their awful trade.

One leader took action. Unwilling to wait, or even engage his brain, he launched an immediate and devastating Twitter campaign, full of sensationalist half-truths and ill-advised sentiment.

Unable to formulate a reply in under 140 characters, the Fuzzy Face Gang was sorely embarrassed. Support dwindling, it collapsed. The world was safe once again. Hooray for social media!

This work is fictional and any resemblance to people alive, dead or presidential is entirely coincidental.