FF – Master and Student
Here is my post for Friday Fictioneers, the 100 word writing challenge hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo comes from Sandra Crook.
A bit of a silly story this week but once I got it in my head I couldn’t think of anything else. It looked to me like one of those elaborate things you set up in that game “Mousetrap”.
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Copyright Sandra Crook
“How does it work, Master?”
“Observe. He approaches. The door opens…”
Clunk
“… loosing the ball bearing to roll down the plank, triggering the mechanism…”
Rumble
“… the cog turns…”
Griiiind
“… releasing the flour above…”
Cough cough
“… thus blocking out the light…”
Huh?
“… our target lights a match…”
Scrape
“… igniting the flour particles…”
Whoomp!
“… blowing him to pieces.”
Aaaarggggh!
“Couldn’t we have just blown his brains out with a sawn-off shotgun, Sensei?”
“Finesse, young Padawan. Beauty, elegance. That is why I am the Master, and you, the student. Now, go upstairs and scrape him off the carpet.”
FF – Adapt or Die
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, the weekly 100 word story prompt hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo comes from Shaktiki Sharma.
I was going to do a Christmassy one, maybe with Santa in it, but the first thing this photo said to me was “death in the shadows” 🙂
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Copyright Shaktiki Sharma
A scream, swiftly silenced, rang through the darkness. The humans shuddered and gathered closer to the light. Since the Awakening, things waited in the shadows.
They said there are no monsters.
They were wrong.
Graduk smiled to itself, pouring more energy into its bio-luminescent appendages. Its glow increased, drawing more of the bipeds close. “Adapt or die” was a favourite saying amongst them, it had heard. Those of its brethren, lurking in the dark places waiting for an occasional foolish meal, had not adapted.
Graduk had.
It increased its glow still more and awaited the unsuspecting feast.
Sharing My World 2015 Week 51 Holiday Edition
Here is my post for Cee’s Share Your World series.

What is your favourite holiday?
Christmas, I guess. There are only two, really. Christmas and Easter. Unless you count Bank Holidays, and they’re just days off work.
What types of food is associated with your holiday?
The traditional turkey and trimmings. I always buy some nice cheese and meat. And there’s always lots of chocolate of course. If you get through Christmas without putting on at least 10lbs it’s not really Christmas, is it?
I found this year that I have made a “terrible miscalculation”. After wrapping everything, I find that I “accidentally” bought far too many boxes of chocolates and chocolate biscuits.

What a mistake to make. I guess I’ll just have to suck it up and eat them all myself. Bwahahaha nom nom nom.
Do you travel for your holiday?
I’m off to my parents’ later today and then to my brother’s. They all live in town about 2 miles apart, and about 10 miles from me.
Is it a religious or spiritual holiday?
Religious, I guess. The early Christian Church decided it needed a day to celebrate Jesus’ birthday. Since nobody knows quite when He was born, the Church chose the feast of Saturnalia in what is now called “December”, hoping, I guess, that the pagans would gradually come across to Christianity since they were having a bit of a knees up around that time anyway.
Is there a gift exchange?
Oh yes indeedy 🙂
How long does the celebration last?
For me, a day or so. For the shops, from just after Halloween (so early November) until around mid-January. At that point the shops switch to Easter-mode and start filling the shelves with Easter bunnies.
Merry Christmas everybody 🙂
FF – A Pie They Died For
Here is my happy jolly Christmas offering for Friday Fictioneers, the weekly 100 word photo prompt hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Roger Bultot.
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Copyright Roger Bultot
“Hey, look, I love UV black light, let’s go in.”
“Yeah, it’s such a great colour!”
“And it shows up all sorts of stains and blood and Oh. My. God. What the Hell happened here? Waitress?”
“Good evening! Coffee? Pie?”
“What happened, Miss?”
“Ooh, a big grisly murder. A whole bus-load of tourists. And they never found the bodies!”
“Never found the bodies?”
“No. Not a single one!”
“Wow. Weird. I wonder what happened to them? Anyway, I guess we’ll have a couple of coffees. And a slice of pie with two forks, please. ‘Mystery meat pie’. Sounds tasty!”
FF – Poor Ned
Here is my story for the 100 word flash fiction challenge Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week she also provided the photo.
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“Ugh. What the MyLittlePony is this?”
“Winter feed. Not a fan?”
“Neigh.”
“Get used to it. The grass is all wet and stuff so we get this instead.”
“What’re these hard bits?”
“Nutritional Supplement Number 87. Tasty. Ned’ll tell you. Where is Ned, anyway?”
“Last I saw, vet was with him. He didn’t look well.”
“Hope he’s okay.”
“I’m sure he’ll be fine. So what’s this under this patch of hay? Looks like a… a… face…”
“Let me see… oh. Oh dear.”
“What? What?”
“It’s Ned. Guess he didn’t make it. Tuck in, he always liked to be useful!”
FF – Daytime at Midnight
Here is my post for Friday Fictioneers, the 100 word story prompt hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by her long-time friend Lucy Fridkin.
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Copyright Lucy Fridkin
Frederick stared down at the great Arks below. Though after midnight the light from the approaching solar storm reflected off the water, casting shadows which danced across the waves. Soon the Arks would set sail; later they would dive to the depths of the ocean, protecting the world’s inhabitants inside hardened steel shells…
“What’re you doing?”
“Oh, just looking at the bay, dreaming up a story.”
“Come inside. The solar storm will be here soon. We want to be together at the end, to say goodbye.”
“Okay. Arks would’ve been good.”
“Huh?”
“Oh, just thinking out loud.”









