FF – Maestro
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. The photo this week was contributed by John Nixon and is another repeat. Before my time, however, so it’s new to me.
It’s a mad-looking picture so I’ve written a mad story. Perhaps next week this crazy writing will end and I’ll manage a more sensible story :-).
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Copyright John Nixon
His fingers flew across the keys, sweat glistening, heart pumping faster and faster, breathing becoming laboured… he lost himself, becoming one with the piano itself, impossible to tell where one ended and the other began.
With a flourish, he hit the final triumphant chord, turned, gave a quick bow and collapsed, exhausted, into his seat.
His audience looked on, faces blank. Finally, one of them spoke.
“That’s all very well, Mr Davis, but where were you on the night of the fourteenth between nine and eleven pm?”
Note to self: Interview Room 1 is no place for a piano. Move to canteen.
Limerick Challenge Week 22
Here is my limerick for Mind and Life Matters’ Limerick Poetry Challenge. This week, we have to start our limerick with the words “Once upon a time”.
This posed a challenge for two reasons – firstly, “upon” has too many syllables to make it read correctly, and secondly, I had no ideas! You have no idea how long I spent trying to rhyme “zombie”, “Abercrombie” and… something else. But I was determined to get a zombie in there somehow :-). Feel free to read “upon” as ‘pon if you’d like it to read better.
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Once upon a time, I’ll explain
Lived a scientist, Igor by name
Sought his life to prolong
It went horribly wrong
Now he spends all his time eating BRAINS!
Mmm, yummy brains 🙂
FF – The Importance of Specificity
Here is my post for this week’s Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. The photo, provided by Douglas M. MacIlroy, is another redo, but this time I was around for the original.
Therefore I have done a sort of a story. It’s a bit puerile. I remember I had no real ideas the first time around either, but my original story, “Punchline”, can be found here.
I’m a bit later this week as yesterday evening I had dinner with Louise (aka afairymind from The Story Teller’s Abode) and her mum (Millie Thom) and Dad. Within minutes we were chatting like old friends, they’re just as lovely in “the real life” as in the blogosphere!
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Copyright Douglas M MacIlroy
“Go on!” yelled Fred excitedly. “Grab a bat and whack me! I’m invincible in this helmet, it’s indestructible! No more head trauma for me!”
Glee etched on her face, his little sister did as she was told, swinging the bat as hard as her seven-year-old arms would allow. She’d dreamed of this moment!
THWACK!
Inside the diver’s helmet, Fred’s eyes widened in shock. His mouth gaped open, and with a barely audible “ugh” he slumped to the ground, clutching his splattered groin.
The moral of this story? Say what you mean. Be specific. Because squashed nads hurt. Like, a lot.
Limerick Challenge – Wedding
Here is my entry for Mind and Life Matters’ Limerick Poetry Challenge. This week the prompt word is “wedding”.
Here was my chance to try my hand at some romance, but sadly it wasn’t to be. After a couple of early extremely off-colour attempts, I ended up with this one. It all went a bit creepy, to be honest :-).
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Poor Freddy was jilted at church
Abandoned and left in the lurch
He tracked down his “bride”
With binoculars spied
And plotted revenge from his perch.
Limerick Challenge – Poor Dwight
Here is a limerick I wrote for Mind and Life Matters’ limerick challenge! The prompt word for this week is “colour” (well, “color” actually).
I’ve pushed it a bit this time. I had to use “coder” because “programmer” has too many syllables (still a valid word but less frequently used perhaps) and I’ve assumed that a self-aware robot might reasonably regard said coder to be their mother. Ahem :-).
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There once was a robot called Dwight
Who saw life in stark black and white
When a coder, his “mother”
Switched his firmware to colour
His diodes blew up from the fright!
FF – Rustic Real Estate
Here is my post for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Piya Singh and I believe it is from a few years ago.
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Copyright Piya Singh
“How are we gonna sell this?”
“I’ve offloaded worse.”
“It took us three hours to get here – on foot. There’s no heating, no plumbing and no electricity. Hell, it doesn’t even have interior walls.”
“Ah, but if you turn the wheel at the front the whole cottage rotates, so you always get the sun! Very forward-thinking, Victorian inventors.”
“Yeah, pretty awesome, but a wheel requiring twenty people to shift?”
“Details, details…”
Picturesque period property, privacy guaranteed. Open-plan, “olde worlde” feel, benefits from all-day sunshine via unique rotational architecture. Ideal for “back to nature” commune of twenty plus. £750,000 o.n.o.
FF – The Accidental Plagiarist
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week she also supplied the photo!
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“The waves, with gentle susurration speak to me, as angels’ voices speak of peace…”
“You’re on a poetry kick again? It’s rubbish.”
“It’s for a poetry competition.”
“Seriously, it’s mindless pap.”
“Haters gonna hate.”
“Try again.”
“Okay. Water, water, everywhere and all the boards did shrink…”
“That’s better, but it sounds kinda familiar.”
“It’s cool. And then… Water, water, everywhere, nor any drop to drink. I’m sending it.”
(click!)
“I’m sure I’ve heard it somewhere before. We don’t want a repeat of the last competition you entered. How did it go again?”
“I wandered lonely as a cloud…”
Our poet’s “inspiration”:
“I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud” (often known as “Daffodils”), William Wordsworth, 1804-ish
“The Rime of the Ancient Mariner”, Iron Maiden 1984 🙂 heh heh, or Samuel Taylor Coleridge if your prefer, 1797/8














