FFftPP – Something Wicked This Way Comes
Here is my story for Roger’s Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner. We get a phrase to use – “What is the peculiar smell?” and a photo, along with 200 words.
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Photo from pixabay.com
“What is that peculiar smell?”
“‘tis the stench of death, come for us on wings of deepest black. Forsooth.”
“What? What? What’s he saying?” The other meerkats shook their heads. “Ever since that tourist safari chap dropped The Complete Works of Shakespeare he’s been insufferable.” The other meerkats nodded.
“For ’tis the cruel arrows of fate which approacheth or mayhap a harbinger of doom which cometh on paws of death. Forsooth.”
“Paws of death? I suppose he could mean… a lion’s coming?” The other meerkats looked around, panicking.
“And here he cometh as ‘twere Hades himself risen from the circles of ever fiery Hell our souls to claim, forsooth, our broken bodies…”
ROAAAAR! SNAP!
“… to rip aaaaargh!”
“Well, lads, that comes as a bit of a relief, quite frankly.” The other meerkats, eyes wide as saucers, nodded. “Okay, chaps, RUN!”
FF – Treatment Failed
Here is my story for this week’s Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. The picture this week was contributed by J Hardy Carroll.
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Copyright J Hardy Carroll
Josie looked up at the burned out windows as she huddled in the shadow of the broken building. The other kids thought this place depressing but she liked it here. Sometimes she fancied that if she looked hard enough, she could see the ghost of her mother staring down. It made her feel safe.
Her mother had been a “resident” here at Saint Joseph’s Home for the Feeble of Mind until the Great Fire of 1972. They’d been trying to cure her of her compulsion towards arson.
Josie shook her head sadly. Guess it didn’t take.
FF – The Final Sacrifice
Here’s my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. I’m a bit earlier than usual as I have a day off today! The photo was supplied by Marie Gail Stratford.
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Copyright Marie Gail Stratford
The city looked so beautiful, so peaceful from up on the ledge. Harry watched the people, ant-like, scurrying around, busy with their own lives. He felt strangely disconnected.
He had lost the house trying to prop up his failing law firm, the last straw for his long-suffering wife. She’d left with the kids. He had nothing left.
Hearing his law partner approach, pleading with him to come back off the ledge, he shook his head sadly.
“Here’s what you do. This roof has easy access, no locked door and no safety rail. Sue the owners. Save the firm.”
He jumped.
Limerick Challenge – Hope
Here is my Limerick for Mind and Life Matters’ Limerick Poetry Challenge. This week the word is “hope“.
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There once was a silly old bloke
Who treated his life like a joke
So it was no surprise
In most anyone’s eyes
When his hopes and dreams went up in smoke.
FF – Modern Art
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Ted Strutz.
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Copyright Ted Strutz
“Jeez, mate, what the Hell is that? What a mess!”
Pedro looked the passer-by straight in the eyes. “It’s new, it’s bold, it’s modern, it’s art!”
“Yeah… it’s not though, is it? It’s crap and you’re a hack.”
“Hmm, maybe it could use a little extra something…” mused Pedro, eyes flashing angrily. “Wait right here.”
For days the artwork “Man With Head Smashed In By Sledgehammer Next To Toilet Of Flowers” took the art world by storm. That is, until the sun came out and the “beautifully detailed figure” (Modern Sculpture Magazine), the “utterly lifelike mannequin” (Art Today), started to stink.
Limerick Challenge – Dream
I thought I’d have another go at Mind and Life Matters’ Limerick challenge. This week’s word is “Dream“. I couldn’t get it to scan quite right, but here is my entry :-).
It’s good to have hopes and big dreams
Polish your life till it gleams
And if things go wrong
Try to burst into song
Think of kittens, ice cream and sunbeams!
I hope you enjoyed it! You can read other entries by clicking on the blue froggy.
The End of Days
I thought I would do a story for Sunday Photo Fiction this week, which is hosted by Al Forbes and asks for a story of around 200 words. The photo looked like fun! It’s a smidge over 200 words, sorry. I cut it down as much as I could!
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With a flash of lightning and clap of thunder a dread figure appeared. All the Peoples of the Earth looked up in dismay.
“THIS IS THE END OF THE DAYS OF MAN!” it declaimed. All the Peoples of the Earth wept in fear.
“YOUR TIME AS A RACE HAS COME TO AN END!” it continued. Everyone cowered in terror. “TODAY IS YOUR LAST… huh?”
There was a faint ringing sound. The Peoples watched as the demonic figure tapped its ear.
“I’m a bit busy, can’t this wait?” it said in a more normal tone of voice. “Say what now? You’re kidding me… huh?… No, no, I’m not happy, this is unbelievable. Fire the intern! Bye, bye, goodbye, bye.”
“AHEM. PEOPLES OF THE EARTH, HARKEN! THERE HAS BEEN A SLIGHT COCK-UP IN THE COMMUNICATIONS DEPARTMENT.” The Peoples of the Earth shivered in confusion.
“ALLOW ME TO START AGAIN.” The figure cleared its throat. “THIS IS THE END OF THE DAYS OF DAN. IS THERE A DAN HERE?”
A small figure hesitantly raised its hand.
“AH, DAN, COME WITH ME, PLEASE. YOU’RE ABOUT TO HAVE A VERY BAD DAY. AS FOR THE REST OF YOU… I GUESS YOU’RE FINE. FOR NOW. FAREWELL!”
With another flash of lightning, both demonic figure and unfortunate Dan disappeared.











