Sharing My World 2015 Week 43

November 1, 2015 26 comments

Here’s my weekly post for Cee’s Share Your World.

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If you were on a debate team, what general subject would you relish debating?
This wouldn’t be a very good idea for me. You don’t want to get me started on something.

I’m thinking maybe

Is it okay to illegally steal music and films off the web rather than pay for them like a law-abiding citizen? If you feel something in a shop is too expensive, do you steal it instead? DISCUSS!

You can see by the slightly (!) biased way I phrased the question where I stand :-). I’ve already started my debate in the question, even!

The trouble is I might have to argue the opposite to what I believe on a debate team. Maybe I could do that, maybe not.

What’s your strongest sense?
My eyesight is pretty poor (though fine with corrective lenses). My sense of taste isn’t what it was thanks to decades of Tabasco abuse. My sense of touch is somewhat desensitised (at least on my thumbs) thanks to chewing on them. My sense of smell isn’t great either. So I’ll go for hearing, which is fine apart from the usual age-related degradation.

What would you name the autobiography of your life?
Was that it, then? The life and times of draliman.

List your favourite flavours or types of tea.
I don’t really like “normal” tea. I sometimes drink “fruity” tea, like blackcurrant and stuff. I suppose technically that’s a “fruit infusion” rather than a tea. Here is what’s in my cupboard right now. The worktop thingy I put it on for this picture was one of my birthday presents from my friends from round the corner. I have another flavour in my drawer at work.

TwiningsTea

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Friday Fictioneers – Pioneer Monkey

October 28, 2015 80 comments

Here is my story for this week’s Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo is by Dale Rogerson. Thanks, Dale!

To read this week’s other contributions, click on the blue froggy.

Copyright Dale Rogerson

Copyright Dale Rogerson

 

“What-ho, Simpkins, our submersible prototype returns!”

“Indeed, Pendergast. But wait, it is full to the brim with water!”

“Dash it. Quickly, retrieve the monkey.” They opened the hatch and pulled out a rather waterlogged simian.

“How fares he, Simpkins?” asked Pendergast.

“Speak to me, Chester!” shouted Simpkins, hammering on the monkey’s chest. Water spouted from its mouth.

Ook.

“Thank Heavens! Chester lives!”

“A palpable success, Simpkins,” said Pendergast. “I’ll wager you’re glad to be out of there, Chester!”

Ook! Ook!

“Tomorrow,” said Simpkins, “we shall trial our rocket ship, powered only by the flatulence of cattle. To the stars, Chester!”

Ooooook.

 

MFTS – Musings of a Dead Man

October 26, 2015 34 comments

Here is my story for this week’s Mondays Finish the Story, conceived and hosted by Barbara Beacham. We are given a sentence to start us off, plus a picture. The supplied opening sentence is in bold in my story below.

To read this week’s other stories, click on the blue froggy. My story this week is a little bit gruesome! I blame the photo :-).

Copyright B W. Beacham

Copyright B W. Beacham

 

I watched the vulture looking at me hungrily as I lay on the ground bleeding and injured.

Well, “injured” is putting it mildly. I’ve been dead for days, but here I lie, waiting for… whatever. Maybe they’ve forgotten about me?

What’s that damn vulture up to now? Here it comes, right on my face. Great. There goes the other eyeball. I hope you choke on it, you stupid bird. Now I can’t see anything at all.

What happened to the chorus of angels? What happened to the bright light? Come to think of it, how will I even see the bright light with no eyeballs?

What’s that now I hear? Howling? Well, that’s just bloody brilliant, that is. Wolves. Marvellous. Here they come. At least they’ve scared the vulture away, the bastard. Yes, that’s it, feast on my intestines. No shoving, there’s enough for everyone. Bollocks.

Not that I have either of those left. The vulture had them yesterday.

Hello? Hello? Angels? Anyone? Is there anybody up there…?

 

Scary Movie – Victorian London Edition

October 25, 2015 6 comments

Here is a little story I wrote for Mer for one of her blogs 🙂

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Literary Lion – A Well-Honed Edge

October 25, 2015 23 comments

Here is my story for Laura’s Literary Lion challenge. The Literary Lion has pawed around in his stash of prompts and for this fortnight has produced the prompt word “edge“.

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A Well-Honed Edge

Always look after your tools, his Master had told him. He had taken this to heart, spending hours oiling, sharpening, polishing. His routine had always seen him right. His tools had never failed him.

As darkness fell, he pulled on his work clothes, picked up his tools and left the dark, dingy flat – not his everyday home, but nicely anonymous on the nights he worked. Unusually, he felt a little stab of… fear? No, anticipation. He usually worked for money, but tonight he was upholding a tradition, one as ancient as the hills, a tradition which would allow him to take his place as Master.

Blending in with the night, he entered the old man’s house on silent feet, slipping through the hallways until he saw him sitting in his study, reading. As the knife slid easily – oh, so easily – between his former Master’s ribs, he saw a flicker of pride in the old man’s dying eyes of a tradition upheld, a job well executed, and an edge well-honed.

 

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Sharing My World 2015 Week 42

October 25, 2015 19 comments

Here is my contribution to Cee’s Share Your World.

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Are you usually late, early, or right on time?
No usually about it. I’m always early. I calculate how long I’ll need based on time of day and so on and then add some time on in case of getting stuck behind tractors and whatnot. Usually if I’m going for a meal with my parents, I’ll arrive, sit in the car for 10 minutes, then go into the restaurant 10 minutes early.

The further I have to go, the earlier I will typically be.

If you were or are a writer do you prefer writing short stories, poems or novels?
If I were a writer I would probably prefer to write short stories. Novels sound like they would take far too much planning!

Where did you live at age ten?  Is it the same place or town you live now?
At age ten I lived in Truro, Cornwall. I’ve moved all around but now I’m back in Cornwall, about 7 miles from Truro. Full circle!

Would you rather be able to fly or breathe under water?
Who’s cooler? Superman or Aquaman? I rest my case.

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First Date Haiku

October 24, 2015 28 comments

Dan Alatorre issued a challenge to write a Haiku, a 5-7-5 “syllable” (syllable is the closest we can get to the actual definition) scheme. He provided a link to a random topic generator and we have to write a Haiku on whichever topic appears first (no constantly clicking the button until a “sensible” topic comes up!).

So I clicked on it this morning and got this:

“What’s the worst thing you can say on a first date?”

Oh, Hell. But rulz is rulz. And to be fair, after writing this I clicked a few more times just to see what I could’ve won, and I think I got off quite easily. So here it is!

“Is that your real face?”
Swift knee to groin ends my dreams
Foot in mouth again.

I did try to do more than one but everything came out rather rude :-(.

I have optimistically placed this post in my “Poems” category.

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Friday Fictioneers – Something New

October 21, 2015 57 comments

Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, which marks Rochelle’s third anniversary as FF host! To celebrate, in a break to usual draliman fare, my story this week is unashamedly a sort of tribute to this landmark. In a sort of analogous way. With the name changed. And the gender. And there’s a bus. But I’m sure you get the idea!

The photo was contributed by Ron Pruitt. Click on the blue froggy for this week’s other stories.

Copyright Ron Pruitt

Copyright Ron Pruitt

 

Fielding thought back to that sunny afternoon, three years ago almost to the day. His life had been good but change is good too, right? So he’d decided to mix things up a bit, take on something new.

He’d boarded that bus back in 2012, ready to visit new territory, meet the challenge. Since that time he’d seen murder and intrigue, philosophy, comedy, pathos, even horror (though he had to admit he wasn’t so keen on the zombies).

Looking back, he knew he’d made the right decision. He’d done good. Everyone said so, and his new undertaking was thriving. Congratulations, Fielding!

 

MFTS – A Bad Job for Rambo

October 20, 2015 43 comments

Here is my story for Barbara’s Mondays Finish the Story. I had trouble thinking of a story for this one. Or rather, I could think of too many stories, none of which “floated my boat”.

The supplied sentence is in bold in my story, and to read this week’s other contributions click on the blue froggy.

Copyright Barbara W. Beacham

Copyright Barbara W. Beacham

 

Not knowing what to expect, he made his way into the dark of the forest.

He wore simple training shoes, a thin t-shirt and shorts. He was prepared for nothing. Had he compass, map, water, rations, even a viciously-sharp machete?

No! He had none of these things.

The trees closed in around him as it began to get dark, and he decided to make camp. Had he matches, tent, sleeping bag?

No! He had none of these things.

The sounds of the forest caused him to shiver in terror, and for good reason. Suddenly, out of the darkness leapt a gaggle of forest creatures. They tore at his stomach, slicing, rending, eating his intestines before his eyes. They clawed at his face, ripping his eyeballs from their sockets. The feeding frenzy continued until, mercifully, he passed away.

BE PREPARED OR RISK A HORRIBLE DEATH
We hope you enjoy your visit to beautiful Bluebell Forest and Honeysuckle picnic spot


Park Ranger Rambo, J
Green Beret (Ret.)

 

Sharing My World 2015 Week 41

October 18, 2015 17 comments

Here is my post for Cee’s Share Your World for week 41.

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What genre of music do you like?
I like all sorts! Pop and rock are the ones I listen to most. Currently early at work when I’m there by myself I’m alternating between Froot (Marina and the Diamonds), the eponymous album Evanescence and The Book of Souls (Iron Maiden).

Sometimes when a particular chap gets in early he sets the radio channel to Classic FM. It drives me nuts. I keep wanting to order dessert because it makes me feel like I’m in a posh restaurant, or maybe in a lift. I know many people find classical music calming but it winds me up something fierce :-).

What is the worst thing you ate this last week?
I didn’t eat anything bad this last week. I always eat much the same stuff week to week, so it’s unlikely that I’ll eat anything “bad”.

Would you like to be famous?  In what way?
No, I wouldn’t like to be famous. Imagine having people always trying to sneak a peak into your life, taking long-range photos when you’re out shopping and the like. Yeeks!

Complete this sentence:  This sandwich could really use some…
… self respect.

Look at you, sitting there with no mayonnaise. No mustard or condiment of any kind in fact. Call yourself a sandwich? You make me sick, sick I say. Sort yourself out, mister. At least garnish yourself with a little pickle, for Heaven’s sake.

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