Misty Cornwall
On my way to work this morning I pulled over into a lay-by to take these photos. I didn’t have my camera with me but my ever-present phone seemed up to the task :-).
FF – Into the Shadows
Here is my little story for Friday Fictioneers, the weekly 100 word flash fiction hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Emmy L. Gant.
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Copyright Emmy L. Gant
Delvor cast his eye over the city as the sun slipped behind billowing clouds, admiring the spires and majestic buildings, testament to the achievements of Man. Despite these grand structures, the city was quiet, seemingly deserted.
Would that it were, he mused as he shifted his gaze to the shadows; inky black, far too black, unnaturally black. Delvor was Chosen. Delvor could see that which was hidden to most, the things which lived in the dark places, under beds, inside wardrobes. Things which killed the unsuspecting, the unaware, mutilating without mercy.
Girding himself, he unsheathed his obsidian dagger and advanced.
Sharing My World 2016 Week 9
Here is my post for Cee’s Share Your World, where we answer questions posed by Cee.
Have you done something you truly want to do today?
Well, it’s only 8am. I guess I had a bit of a lie in which was something I wanted! I don’t usually “truly want to do” anything to be honest. Days come, days go…
What can you help the world with?
Well, nothing really. But this does remind me of a craze which swept our school back in the day. Someone would ask if they could “help” you and if you said “yes”, they’d turn your bag/pencil case upside down and empty it out all over the floor. I am proud to announce that I was part of the originating group for this!
So I could turn the world’s pencil case upside down and empty it out. Maybe it needs a bit of a clear out.
If life was ‘just a bowl of cherries’… which fruit other than a cherry would you be..?
I’d be a passion fruit, obviously… 😉
Quotes List: At least three of your favourite quotes?
Here are some quotes I used before for a quote challenge.
- Do or do not, there is no try (Master Yoda)
- In the beginning there was nothing, which exploded (Terry Pratchett)
- Be excellent to each other (Bill and Ted)
FF – Still Useful
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers at last. Friday Fictioneers is hosted by Rochelle and this week’s photo was contributed by Sean Fallon.
You’d hardly believe it, but I spent all of yesterday trying to think how I could add a salt shaker and iPhone charger so I could work in the line “I’m charging you with a-salt and battery.” Sadly, it was not to be :-(. So here’s yet another post-apocalyptic nightmare for you instead.
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Copyright Sean Fallon
Seamus stared sadly at his cache of batteries. Time was you could slip one of these babies into a torch, a remote, a toy, and it would come to life! Not anymore. Not since the flares.
Who knew the Sun held such anger in its soul? Every circuit board on Earth, every machine, fried in an instant.
The door flew open, dragging Seamus from his reverie.
“Seamus! Got another one who won’t cooperate! Need some more of that acid.”
Seamus picked a battery out of his pot, carefully sawed the top off and handed it over. Still useful, he muttered.
Sharing My World 2016 Week 8
Here are my answers to Cee’s Share Your World challenge.
What household chore do you absolutely hate doing?
Yes 🙂
What was the last URL that you bookmarked?
I don’t tend to bookmark much stuff, to be honest. I can never find the bookmarks when I need them. The only ones I really end up using are the ones which fit along the top of my Chrome browser. I guess the most recent bookmark I added, sometime in the middle of last year, was for a company which scans your websites looking for vulnerabilities. Not very interesting, I’m afraid 😦
Close your eyes. Listen to your body. What part of your body is seeking attention? What is it telling you?
Let’s see… nothing too much right now as I’m reclining on the sofa typing this. If I stood up my brain would be screaming “Posture, dude, you’re walking around like an old man! Stand up straight!” Don’t you just love getting older?
Would you rather have a two-bedroom apartment in a big city of your choosing or a mansion in the country side in the state or country where you currently live?
The two-bed flat sounds like the sort of size I would like, but I wouldn’t like to live in a big city. Living in the countryside sounds great but a mansion would be too big and expensive to maintain. I guess I’ll be staying put!
Well, for the first Sunday in weeks it’s not raining and I’m not going out so I guess I need to wash the car. See question one :-(.
FF – The Good Old Days
A day later than usual, here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was supplied by Al Forbes. To read this week’s other stories, click on the blue froggy.
Copyright Al Forbes
As he drove back from the motor show, Terry reflected on the good old days. He’d driven those cars for real, once. Sure, they were a little out of date even then, but common enough not to be a curiosity. Real cars for real drivers!
Ah, the wind in your hair, the flies in your eyes, the freezing winter air ripping through you. Every bump a nightmare, every junction a challenge, every corner a danger.
He adjusted the climate control, told his stereo to change tracks, switched on the heated seats and smiled. Progress isn’t all bad, he thought.
FFftPP – The List
I know, it’s technically Friday Fictioneers day, but I’ve written a late entry for Roger’s Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner.
The supplied opening sentence is in bold, and the picture was sourced here.
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Public Domain Archive
There it was. You could see the corner of the folded yellowed parchment sticking out of the torn lining of the battered book.
“How did it get in there?” asked Sarah.
“I don’t know,” replied Mother, “but we need it. We can’t leave without The List.” She gave a tentative tug at the corner of The List. It didn’t move.
“Care, mother!” snapped Sarah. Ashamed at her tone, she continued in a softer voice. “The Book is ancient. We dare not damage it!”
“But The List,” replied Mother. “The List is essential. Without it we cannot continue. All will be lost.”
“One moment.” Sarah rummaged through her pack, finding a pair of tweezers. Carefully, she tugged at the corner of The List until, inch by inch, it came free.
“There!” she said. “At last we have The List, and The Book is undamaged.” She handed it to Mother who unfolded it carefully, almost reverently.
“Is everything there, Mother?” asked Sarah anxiously. “Did you remember the eggs?”
“Yes!” said Mother triumphantly. “Let’s go shopping!”
Buster Must Die!
This is my contribution for Evil Squirrel’s Third Annual Contest of Whatever.
Despite the fact that I can’t draw, I’ve entered a story in pictures! The only rule this year is that we must include Buster, and Buster Must Die! You can’t tell from my pictures, but Buster is a possum, who dies on a regular basis so this is nothing new for the poor chap. In fact, having to keep him alive would have been a bigger challenge.
If you’d like to see what Buster really looks like by someone who can draw, click here.
Sharing My World 2016 Week 7
It’s time again for Cee’s Share Your World.
What are you a “natural” at doing?
I can’t really think of anything I’m a “natural” at. I’m pretty good at having naps at the drop of a hat I guess.
Would you prefer a one floor house or multiple levels?
I like having an upstairs to go to at the end of the day. However, I do worry about the stairs when I get older. I may end up in a single-storey house at some point in the future.
Okay at the moment…
What was your favourite subject in school?
Physics, I guess. I also liked English, but only half of it. Lessons (and exams) were split into “English Language” and “English Literature”. It was the literature I never got on with. All those old books, and worse, the poetry… :-(.
Complete this sentence: If only the rain…
… would stop already. We’ve hardly had a day without rain all year. Even if it starts off looking okay, it rains later on. People are getting sad and grumpy :-(.
Nice start, didn’t last.
FF – Imagination
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. Today’s photo was contributed by FF regular Sandra Crook.
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Copyright Sandra Crook
“Check this out! It’s really a time machine.”
“No way!”
“Yes way! See the hourglasses? What time is it now?”
“Um… big hand’s on the… um… twenty-five past three.”
“I’m going to spin the central bit, round and round and…”
“Oy! You kids! What’re you doing to ‘The Sands of Time’? Clear off!”
“Run!”
“Phew, that was close. Did it work?”
“What time is it now?”
“Um… twenty-six past three. Wow, we’ve travelled forward a whole minute!”
“Told ya! Pretty cool, huh?”
“Yeah! What shall we do now?”
“See that spiky thing over there? It’s really a spaceship.”
“No way!”
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