Limerick Challenge – Tell Me a Story
I’ve missed the last few weeks but I’ve managed to put together a limerick for Mind and Life Matters’ Limerick Challenge this week.
This week the theme is “Tell Me a Story!” To read all the limericks, click on the blue froggy.
I have a whole story to tell
To fit it all in will be hell
‘Cos five lines are too few
So you’ll have to make do
With me saying it all ended well.
FF – Carnage!
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, the 100 word challenge hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo comes from Björn Rudberg.
To read the other stories, click on the blue froggy.

Copyright Björn Rudberg
Chris “Fingers” O’Flaherty shot an evil grin at the hapless shop keeper.
“Not gonna pay up, huh? Time ta die!” He held out his hand and his cohort, Nigel “No Brains” Bingwit, handed him a violin case. Fingers opened it and extracted the contents.
“Eat lead!”
Twang.
“Ha!” scoffed the shop keeper, suddenly feeling brave. “What ya gonna do, batter me to death with the string section?”
Fingers stared at the violin in his hands. “Bingwit, you moron. You picked up the wrong cases!”
Meanwhile, across town at the weekly rehearsal of the Little Brimptom String Orchestra, it was carnage!
FF – Insulation
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, the 100 word story challenge hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by long-standing FF member Sandra Crook.
To read this week’s other stories, click on the blue froggy.

Copyright Sandra Crook
“It’s an eyesore!” some exclaimed.
“A pre-Raphaelite-modernesque statement of individuality and form!” declared others, brazenly inventing art terms on the fly.
“Is it paint? Mosaic tiles?” wondered yet more.
“It’s lovely and warm and cosy,” the owner muttered, largely to himself because nobody else was listening.
Then it rained. It rained and rained and rained. And the building creaked and groaned and creaked and groaned some more. And then it fell down.
Because, you see, while a knitted woollen tea cosy is just the thing for keeping your favourite beverage warm, it’s no good on a house.
FF – Getting Your Kicks
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, the weekly 100 word challenge hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Jean L. Hays.
My story this week was “inspired” by the famous song “(Get Your Kicks on) Route 66” as I have no imagination (it’s written all over the photo!), and also because I was trying desperately not to write such a dark story as previous weeks.
To read the other stories for this week, click on the blue froggy.

Copyright Jean L. Hays
When Freddy ran short of fuel he shouldn’t have stopped at a run-down bar and petrol station in Nowhereville, USA.
When Freddy parked up he shouldn’t have been so careless.
When Freddy saw the bike he’d hit knock down twenty others like dominoes he shouldn’t have gone in and announced it with a big grin on his face.
When Freddy saw twenty-one angry bikers rise from their seats he shouldn’t have said “Ooh, I’m scared, ooh…” in quite such a sarcastic tone of voice.
On a more positive note Freddy got plenty of kicks on Route 66.
FF – For the Cause
Here is my story for this week’s Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Peter Abbey.
Not a comedy this week, but not as dark as my preceding stories! To read the other stories, click on the blue froggy.

Copyright Peter Abbey
Stefan risked a quick glance back at his erstwhile captors as he made his way gingerly along the tunnel. Ahead, the exchange prisoner approached and further on, the safety of his own troops.
Months of torture and his captors had decided he knew nothing. Sweat broke out on his brow as reality hit – a few more seconds to safety, to divulging the enemy’s plans in detail.
As the two men drew level Stefan felt a blade slide between his ribs.
“Why?” he gasped as his life ebbed away.
“For the cause,” replied the other as a hail of bullets took him down.







