FF – The Aspiring Poet
Here is my contribution to Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was sent in by Jellico’s Stationhouse.
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Copyright Jellico’s Stationhouse
A bicycle, yet not; a shadow, a merest thought of what was once a bicycle; an imagining, if you will, a suspicion of shape, of purpose, not yet formed in the mind of… whom? May we even dare to imagine this being, this shadow, this merest hint…
“Oh, good God, will you ever shut UP!”
“I’m channelling my inner poet.”
“Well, I’ve had enough. I’m off down town. I’m taking my bike.”
“No, wait, my muse, ridden away… hmm…”
Never more to cast the merest hint of shadow, a void where once the thought of a maybe-bicycle enters one’s imaginings…
FF – Pilot Boats
Here is my story (sort of) for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This weeks’s nautical photo was contributed by Fatima Fakier Deria.
It’s a lot harder than you think to deliberately write something awful. My stories are getting ever madder bwahahaha.
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Copyright Fatima Fakier Deria
The gloriously-restored ship sets sail, its canvas billowing majestically as the stalwart (yet horribly uninformed) helmsman steers erroneously to port. The graceful ship plows catastrophically into the harbour wall, its timbers splintering in majestic fashion. The gloriously-attired crew members fall into the fatally-cold (yet majestic) sea as the majestically glorious ship sinks gracefully to the bottom on its gloriously majestic (yet final) voyage.
This has been an advert for Porthmiggin Harbour Authority – always use a qualified Pilot – We’re expensive but so’s your boatTM
[Also, new PR intern required. Plain, simple language skills a must. Own thesaurus preferred. Apply within.]
FF – Onche a Shpy
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by J. Hardy Carroll.
I had an idea but couldn’t make an actual story out of it and then a certain somebody sprang to mind and it all came together 🙂 . Last time, I promise 😉 . Click on the blue froggy for this week’s other stories.

Copyright J Hardy Carroll
The ageing figure clambered arthritically over the fence, grimacing as the spikes gashed his arm. Undeterred, he crashed through tree branches, grazing his face. Extracting an immaculately-pressed handkerchief, he wiped off the blood and pressed on, tripping over a tree stump and dislocating his shoulder.
Ignoring the pain he finally stumbled to the door, above which he spied the banner – “Welcome Intelligence Operatives Class of 1962!” He looked over others in the queue – all appeared perfectly groomed.
“For heaven’s sake, Bond!” snapped M. “It’s a party! Can’t you use the front gate like everyone else?”
“Onche a shpy, alwaysh a shpy.”
FF – Waiting for the End
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Jennifer Pendergast.
I saw some sort of ancient monolith this week.
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Copyright Jennifer Pendergast
The entity had been waiting since the dawn of time. It had seen life crawl from the oceans. It had been buried in mud, worshipped, buried in sand, transported, stored away and displayed.
And all the time it had been watching. Gathering information. The deadline had arrived. It compiled its report.
Planet overrun. Ecosystem dying. No hope. Recommend sterilisation. Prepare culling.
A small human approached, touched it. The human’s face was full of hope, its eyes gentle, trusting, curious. The entity reconsidered. It compiled a new message and transmitted.
Situation dire but hope remains. Recommend hold. Final decision in two generations.
FF – Mr Bond?
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Shaktiki Sharma.
It took ages to get the photo uploaded this week – it was a little buggy! Ha ha ha. Ahem. 🙂
Note – those aren’t typos in the final sentence, I was trying to do his accent.
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Copyright Shaktiki Sharma
“Wow, this new tech is great!”
“Yeah, it’s bug… which is a bug!”
“Fly closer, we need to hear what they’re saying.”
“Okay… wait, it’s veering off course… heading towards that ultra-violet light… oh no…”
Fzzzzt
“A bit too bug-like, perhaps?”
“We’re going down, we’re going down! Okay, we still have video and audio.”
“Who’s this approaching with the sharp suit and Martini, shaken not stirred… oh my word, it’s HIM!”
A foot descends, crushing the bug. The last the operators hear is a strong Scottish accent.
“High-tech amateursh. Now, where wash I, my dear…? Ah yesh, sho I shaid to M…”














