FF – Back in the Day
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by J Hardy Carroll.
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Copyright J Hardy Carroll
“What’s that, Dad?”
“A phone, Son.”
“Whaaaat? It’s huge!”
“It is, Son. Let me show you how it works. Smell that?”
“Urgh, yes.”
“That’s wee. And that stickiness under your shoe? Chewing gum. Now, grab the phone book.”
“There’s loads of pages missing!”
“Par for the course, Son. And ignore all the cards offering “a good time”. Now, lift the big black thing, take this coin and put it in the slot.
“It keeps falling through, Dad.”
“Common problem. But that doesn’t matter. See the end of the cord?”
“It’s been ripped off, Dad.”
“Yep! Ah, the good old days…”
FF – A Nice Big Car
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. The photo was contributed by Kent Bonham.
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Copyright Kent Bonham
“A nice big car, yes…”
“Indeed! So, interested?”
“Hmm, yes, good acceleration, a nice big boot, large enough for two of my enemies simultaneously…”
“For your whaaat…?”
“My shopping, yes, as I said, large enough for my shopping.”
“Um, and very economical to run…”
“Yes, economical, yes, who needs to have to keep stopping for petrol during the kidnappings?”
“The whaaaa…?”
“During the school run, as I said, the school run, yes? Let’s talk Shekels.”
“Listen, take it, just don’t hurt…”
“Nonsense! Here is a suitcase full of untraceable non-consecutive banknotes, yes? Goodbye!”
Vrooom.
“Man. I hate selling to politicians.”
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?










