FF – Fairy Revenge
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Janet Webb.
I have unashamedly combined violence, social commentary and fantasy to come up with something a bit surreal!
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Copyright Janet Webb
Sorcerer Gordak regarded his receptacle of fairy dust with glee. Spotting movement from the corner of his eye he quickly grabbed the luckless sprite. As it screeched in agony he crushed it between fingertip and thumb, wringing its shattered body and allowing the fairy dust to fall into…
“Whoa, dude, how is this ‘an enjoyable fantasy romp suitable for all ages?’”
“Kids are desensitised to violence these days. They’ve seen worse on YouTube.”
“Huh, true. Write in some more gore.”
Lurking in the corner, fairy scout Jinglebeenz read the words, mistook them for a battle plan, drew his sword and attacked.
Godrevy in High Zoom
I took a little trip to Godrevy to try out my new zoom lens. It’s an Olympus 75-300mm (150-600mm equivalent on my Micro 4/3 camera). I don’t have a tripod so I wanted to see how things went. Obviously I usually wouldn’t use a big zoom for landscapes but it did a good job of the flowers and I could barely see the helicopter or seal with the naked eye 🙂
Also, I know the white balance is off. My camera warned me about it but I don’t know which of the million buttons to push to do that so I left it alone.

Here’s a seal on max zoom. He’s there on the rock 🙂







FF – Rise of the Machines
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Claire Sheldon. Obviously, this photo speaks of dire consequences for mankind.
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Copyright Claire Sheldon
He didn’t know. How could he know?
Every day, Jeff arrived at his desk. Every day he sifted through mounds of old data, sorting, checking and scanning. Every day, he shredded old data and threw the staples in a jar.
He could never have known…
… that his staple collection had achieved critical mass. That the staples had become self-aware.
In offices everywhere, staplers rose up against their masters. Fingers were pierced, while sheaves of important documents fell apart at inopportune moments. Important meetings collapsed. Civilisation fell. The world burned.
He hadn’t known. How could he have known?
FF – A Bit of a Cock-Up
Here is my little story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was also contributed by Rochelle.
I hope you enjoy it, it has sound effects 🙂
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Copyright Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
Broom broom screeeeeeeeech!
“Planned to perfection. The ultimate heist. Entry codes obtained. Guards neutralised. Doors opened. Vaults cracked. A fortune in our hands. A fortune! And then you drive the getaway car along a road it won’t fit down! I can’t even open the doors. We’re stuck. I can hear the police closing in!”
Wee-wah wee-wah.
“Relax, dude. I’ve tricked this car out. Ejector seats. Hang on to your hat!”
Click.
“Five…”
“Is this a good time…”
“Four…”
“… to mention…”
“Three…”
“… that this car…”
“Two…”
“… still has…”
“One…”
“… its roof on?”
Whoomp! Splatter.
FF – Wedding Day
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. Today’s photo was contributed by Ted Strutz.
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Copyright Ted Strutz
Geoff honked impatiently as he waited to board the ferry, his face a mixture of rage and embarrassment. The weather matched his mood, the rain unrelenting. He angrily ripped off his bow tie.
Why did she wait until he was stood at the front of the church to decide not to bother turning up? He’d even sent her thousands for the plane ticket.
Everyone had been supportive, of course. But he knew they were whispering… I told you so.
He would find her, long boat ride notwithstanding. After all, how many women called “Noon” could there possibly be in Thailand?









