FF – Grid of Doom
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Roger Bultot.
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Copyright Roger Bultot
“That’s some security.”
“Keep running!”
“It’s just like in ‘Resident Evil’.”
“Which didn’t end well. Keep running!”
The men burst through the door and fell, gasping. Behind them the laser grid flickered out, having chased them down the (now sliced and diced) stairway.
“Talk about your lethal response. Anyone would think they had the crown jewels in there!” said one.
“They did.” The other opened the bag to reveal crowns, necklaces and other bejewelled goodies.
“Awesome! Good job they didn’t have a backup system.”
Neither man noticed the ticking emanating from a suspiciously large sceptre at the bottom of the bag…
Limerick Challenge – Puddle Photo
Here is my contribution for Mind and Life Matters’ Limerick Challenge. This week we have a photo prompt to write a limerick about.
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Photo by Dominik Martin Unsplash.com
There once stood a girl in a puddle
Who was worried she’d get into trouble
‘Cos her shoes were soaked through
Jeans and anorak too
But once home all she got was a cuddle 🙂
FF – One Man’s Trash…
Here is my opst for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. The picture this week was supplied by Shaktiki Sharma. To read this week’s other stories, click on the blue froggy.
I think I’ve written something like this before but this picture had me stumped 🙂

Copyright Shaktiki Sharma
“Beautiful, truly beautiful!”
“Indeed, Tarquin, a masterpiece of modern times. The ordered chaos, d’ya see? Life in a nutshell.”
“Yes, yes, and the detritus covering the window, surely a cutting comment on today’s society.”
“Of course, never seeing the world around us for the rubbish we surround ourselves with – insightful!”
“Beautiful.”
“Beautiful indeed.”
“I must meet the artist!”
“Look, this must be him! I say, my good man…”
“Oy, you two! Can’t you read? This section of the gallery’s closed for refurbishment. Piss off!”
“Um.”
“Ahem.”
FF – Museum Mishap
Here is my post for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle and with a photo contributed this week by Sandra Crook. To read the other stories, click on the blue froggy.
A silly little piece of nonsense this week.

Copyright Sandra Crook
“This, we believe,” droned the guide robot, “is a tattooing machine, from around the nineteenth century, old Earth date.”
The crowd “oohed” and “ahhed” before following the guide to the next room.
“Hurry up, dear,” said Filenza.
“One sec, I wanna try this out!” replied her husband.
“Are you mad? If you want a tattoo use an ink transference materialisation module.”
“Nah, this’ll be fun. Old school!” he replied. Filenza followed the others as her husband placed his hand under the needle and pushed the pedal.
“Aaaaargh! It’s not a tattooing machine! Aaaaargh!”
Long-suffering Filenza rolled her eyes. Idiot.
“Coming, dearest!”
Limerick Challenge – Fairy Tale
Here is my limerick for Mind and Life Matters’ Limerick Poetry Challenge. This week, the subject is “fairy tale”! I don’t know many fairy tales, but I have chosen “Hansel and Gretel”.
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“My,” Hansel said, “that’s so neat.
It’s a house you can actually eat!”
But they soon hit a glitch
When they met a dark witch
Though in minutes they had the hag beat!
Limerick Challenge – Trust
Here’s my limerick for Mind and Life Matters’ Limerick Poetry Challenge. This week we had to incorporate the word “trust” in the first, second or fifth lines.
I had a few ideas but none of them panned out, and I’m only just recovering from being poorly (yay antibiotics!) so here’s a limerick about not being able to write a limerick about “trust”.
I wanted to write about “trust”
But the whole thing turned out quite a bust
The words wouldn’t come
Now the deadline is done
So I’ll publish this, just ‘cos I must.
FF – Into the Fire
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. It’s a brand new photo this week, supplied by Vijaya Sundaram.
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Copyright Vijaya Sundaram
Jorgen watched the fireworks as they burst in triumphant splendour over the distant town.
His town.
His burning town.
A town full of corpses. His family, his friends, men, women, children. The woman who helped his kids cross the street to school every day.
All gone now. All gone.
And the invaders were celebrating. Celebrating! Drinking their fill, gorging themselves while everything he’d ever known turned to ash.
Resolute, his decision made, he checked that the knife was secured to his belt and melted into the shadows, heading towards the smoke and fire.








