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.”
Sharing My World 2016 Week 36
Here is my post for Cee’s Share Your World.
If you were given a boat or yacht today, what would you name it? (You can always sell the yacht later)
I would call it “The Happy Wanderer” as I’d be too scared to sail it anywhere so it would be ironic. And it would be a nice cheerful name when I came to sell it.
Which of Snow White’s 7 dwarfs describes you best? (Doc, Happy, Bashful, Sleepy, Sneezy, Grumpy, Dopey) Plus what would the 8th dwarf’s name be?
In common with a few others, I guess “Sleepy” because I’m always tired. An ex of mine once even “forced” me to go to the doctor to get my thyroid checked. I can also be quite “Bashful” sometimes, and various people call me “Doc” on occasion.
As for the 8th dwarf, I don’t think “Grumpy” goes far enough. We need a truly nasty dwarf, hence “Asshole”.
Name a song or two which are included on the soundtrack to your life?
I know so many songs my mind has gone blank. Something about a promising start followed by a complete car-crash of a time ending with everything being okay. Anything come to anyone’s mind?
Complete this sentence: I like watching…
Ooh, keep it clean, keep it clean… little bunny rabbits frolicking in sleepy summer meadows.
I also like watching water bubbling along little streams.
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!
Sharing My World 2016 Week 36
Here is my post for Cee’s Share Your World. Week 36 already! Hello, September.
List 2 things you have to be happy about.
Netflix. PS4. What? I’m shallow, me. You wanted something deeper? Friends and family. There you go 🙂
If you could take a photograph, paint a picture or write a story of any place in the world, what and where would it be?
I’d love to visit New Zealand. Not just for the Hobbitses, though that’s a big reason! But New Zealand looks like such a lovely place. Shame it’s a bazillion miles away.
Should children be seen and not heard?
Absolutely! In fact, let’s not see them either.
Oooonly joking!
Children need to express themselves so they can grow. However, there also needs to be some discipline. I was recently in a restaurant where the parents let their toddler run around screaming the whole time.
It must be difficult for parents to find the right balance.
List at least five of your favourite first names.
- Blade
- Skylark
- Wishbone
- Ranger
- Butterbean
- Rainbow
I can’t wait to have kids, they’ll love me forever, on account of their awesome names.
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.
Sharing My World 2016 Week 34
Here is my post for Cee’s Share Your World. Just a quick one this week as I’ve been ill for days, hardly slept and can’t concentrate.
Do I hear tiny violins? Playing for me? Aww…
What is your favourite comfort snack food?
I don’t snack as a rule, but I would choose chocolate or some sort of chocolate-covered biscuit.
Is the paper money in your possession right now organised sequentially according to denomination and with the bills right side up and facing the same way?
I’ve just got two ten pound notes in my wallet at the moment and yes, they are arranged neatly. If I have five pound notes as well they will be in front of the tens (they’re smaller) and twenty pound notes go behind the tens (they’re bigger). I rarely have twenty pound notes, though. You need to take a lot out of a cash machine to get twenties and I don’t use cash all that much. Only for the village market, hair cuts, that sort of thing.
If you were a mouse in your house in the evening, what would you see your family doing?
By “family”, that would be just me. The little mousie would see me get home, have my tea while watching whatever I’m currently working my way through (Star Trek DS9 and Stargate Atlantis), play some PS4 game, watch some Netflix and then watch whatever is currently on my “just before bed” list (ER at the moment).
Would you rather not be able to read or not be able to speak?
I’d rather not be able to speak. I don’t speak much and that would mean I wouldn’t have to talk to people on the phone any more. I’d hate not to be able to read.
FF – Evidence
Here is my post for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. It’s another summer rerun so I’m rerunning my original story (with a couple of tiny twiddles), as I had a read earlier and quite liked it. It’s from January 2015. Dee Lovering requested this rerun and the photo was submitted by Georgia Koch.
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Copyright Georgia Koch
Franco’s friends (if it could be said that he had friends) were astonished when he joined “Save Our Barges”. An ex-mobster, charity was never his thing.
He chatted to the great and good, raised funds and worked tirelessly until at last he made it onto the charity’s board… until at last he was granted access to the Betty May.
The charity’s latest restoration project, the Betty May was locked away in dry dock, awaiting much-needed love and a tender touch.
That night the Betty May burnt down to ash. Some of Franco’s secrets were best left buried.
Limerick Challenge – Future
Here is my contribution to Mind and Life Matters’ Limerick Poetry Challenge, which this week features the word “future”.
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If I could become future me
Just think of the wonders I’d see!
(Though I’d be very old
I could die from a cold)
So maybe I’ll just leave it be.
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