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Pegman – Land of Dreams

January 15, 2018 32 comments

Here is my story for What Pegman Saw which this week is set in Fiji. Sorry I haven’t read anyone else’s yet but I like to come up with a story before subconsciously robbing other people’s ideas.

Copyright Brendan Madden and Google

 

“Fellow world leaders, advisors and scientists. Welcome to the International Conference on Climate Change.”

Claps

“News has been received. News which will change the course of our work forever!”

Cheers

“We have decided to end all work to combat so-called climate change, as it doesn’t exist.”

Gasps

“No, my fellows, wait, please. We have received an anonymous communique via social media which is highly literate, indubitably based in solid science and clearly true. I shall read it now.”

“Global warming? Hah. It’s freezing here. Chance would be a fine thing. FAKE NEWS! Stop wasting money or I’ll push my red button and it’s bigger than yours. Climate change? NO!”

Back to claps.

Everyone went home.

Nobody did anything.

Fiji drowned.

 

FF – Beauty is Skin Deep

October 25, 2017 68 comments

Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. The photo comes from Roger Bultot.

Copyright Roger Bultot

 

Dre’gar viewed the scene before him through his suit’s plexiglass visor. Beautiful. Oxygen/nitrogen atmosphere. Water. This would make an excellent planet. Once the indigenous life – human – was extinguished, of course.

He raised his visor, savoured real air and began typing his recommendation for invasion.

Then hacked. Coughed. Vomited. And dropped dead. His body liquefied and oozed out of his suit.

Belatedly, his bargain-basement toxicity sensor began to beep.

Toxins detected! Carbon monoxide. Lead. Nitrous oxide. Sulphur dioxide. Lethal levels. DO NOT REMOVE HELMET!

His scout ship, receiving the information, dropped a plague beacon in orbit and left. Never to return.

 

Pegman – The Last

October 15, 2017 42 comments

This week, What Pegman Saw takes us to Mauritius.  My story this week was inspired by the historical note at the end of J. Hardy Carroll’s story regarding the dodos and giant tortoises.

For some reason I make comedies out of depressing places and grim tragedies out of paradises 🙂

Copyright Google Maps

 

“Good shot, Captain Van Dijk, good shot, sir!”

“Thank you! These strange flightless birds are easy targets.”

“This is the first we’ve seen for weeks. I wonder if it’s the last one?”

“Who cares? They make good eating. If it is, we’ll try a giant tortoise.”

The last dodo.

The last white tiger. That’ll look good on my wall.

The last whale.

The last lion. That was an exhilarating hunt.

The last bear.

The last fish. We need somewhere to dump the waste.

The last gorilla.

The last tree. We need room to expand.

The last human looked through diseased eyes at a broken world and wept at the folly of Man.

 

FF – Waiting for the End

March 15, 2017 83 comments

Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Jennifer Pendergast.

I saw some sort of ancient monolith this week.

To read the other stories, click on the blue froggy.

Copyright Jennifer Pendergast

 

The entity had been waiting since the dawn of time. It had seen life crawl from the oceans. It had been buried in mud, worshipped, buried in sand, transported, stored away and displayed.

And all the time it had been watching. Gathering information. The deadline had arrived. It compiled its report.

Planet overrun. Ecosystem dying. No hope. Recommend sterilisation. Prepare culling.

A small human approached, touched it. The human’s face was full of hope, its eyes gentle, trusting, curious. The entity reconsidered. It compiled a new message and transmitted.

Situation dire but hope remains. Recommend hold. Final decision in two generations.

 

FF – Second Chance?

March 1, 2017 87 comments

Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo comes from – ooh, I just checked, Rochelle as well!

I’m afraid I’ve gone eco-warrior again. You know, one of those ones who pontificates from their armchair before roaring off in their 6 litre 3 miles to the gallon pimp-mobile.

 

“Wow, Mum! This virtual reality headset you got me’s great! The sky’s all blue!”

“That’s the colour it was on Old Earth, apparently.”

“Is it like that still?”

“No. That’s one thing everyone agrees on. Nobody can live on Old Earth now. It’s all destroyed.”

“How, Mum?”

“We’re not sure. The record tapes were damaged when the first refugees arrived here and nobody remembers. It must have been quite the disaster, though. Now, come inside, quickly. It’s looking like rain and with the wind coming from the Factory District we don’t want another of your t-shirts dissolving, do we?”

 

Friday Fictioneers – Going Green?

January 6, 2016 61 comments

Here is my little story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. The photo this week was contributed by Melanie Greenwood.

You’d have thought a picture with a plane in it would have instantly forced any number of stories into my head, but no! Finally, I came up with this one.

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

Copyright Melanie Greenwood

Copyright Melanie Greenwood

 

“Ah, the sleek lines, the beautiful curves… one’s aeroplane is not bad either!”

“Oh, Tarquin, you’re making me blush.”

“Come, darling Genevieve, let us board our jet.”

“Indeed, light of my life. Are the Farquharson-Smythes also attending?”

“Why of course, my scrumptious sweetmeat, that’s their aircraft just leaving the runway.”

“Super. I say, you there, watch what you’re doing with the luggage! That’s genuine snow tiger pelt! You can’t get the staff.”

“True, my love. Come, we must away! The ‘Rich Hypocrites Save Our Beautiful Green Planet Benefit’ waits for no man. Fly, Jeeves, and don’t spare the jet fuel!”

 

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Friday Fictioneers – Scorched Earth

December 16, 2015 73 comments

Here is this week’s tale for Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers. Rochelle also provided this week’s photo. To read the other stories, click on the blue froggy.

Copyright Rochelle Wis-off-Fields

Copyright Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

 

“How could this have happened? How could they not have noticed?”

“Maybe it’s hard to notice tiny amounts of chemicals building up in the atmosphere.”

“Until they catch fire and burn the Earth.”

“Yes. Until then.”

“How long do we have, do you think?”

“See that glow? That’s London burning. An hour, maybe?”

“I bet it’s an amazing sight from the space station.”

“I bet it is. The whole world on fire. It’ll burn until the oxygen runs out.”

“So this is the end.”

“For us. The world will recover. Nature always finds a way.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

 

Friday Fictioneers – Message Home

August 12, 2015 68 comments

Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle at Addicted to Purple. We get up to 100 words to write a story in response to a photo, which this week was contributed by Madison Woods.

Don’t forget to click on the blue froggy to see this week’s other stories!

Copyright Madison Woods

Copyright Madison Woods

 

Intergalactic Telegram

TO: Gu’ukk Space Command

FROM: Scout Team Kralka’ak on Planet Earth

BEGIN

observing humans while disguised as flying insects STOP still undetected STOP population releasing toxins into water and atmosphere STOP they kill each other STOP war rife STOP starvation widespread STOP today watched humans eating nutrition-free animal products STOP projecting population extinct planet dead two centuries STOP suggest further observation pointless STOP killing death destruction here STOP why don’t they just STOP

END

Transmit

 

MFTS: Reboot – Earth 2.0

June 15, 2015 67 comments

Here is my contribution to Barbara Beacham’s Mondays Finish the Story. We get a photo and an opening sentence (which is in bold in my story). Then we have 150 words or so to finish the story. The opening sentence this week was contributed by Eric Wickland of Momus News.

Click on the blue froggy for this week’s other contributions.

 

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Copyright B.W. Beacham

 

At first, it looked like an ordinary marble, but it was far from it.

Merrax opened the protective covering to reveal a small blue and green globe. He handed it to the planetary mechanic (No Planet Too Small – Call Now!).

“Hmm, yes, funny smell coming from this,” said the mechanic.

Merrax nodded. “I popped some two-legged creatures on there for a science project and now it smells real bad.”

“Yep,” said the mechanic knowingly. “They’ve stunk the place up. Gases, oils, chemicals… expensive to fix.” His eyes gleamed.

“Isn’t there a cheap option?” asked Merrax. His mum was going to be so mad.

“Well,” said the mechanic. “We could reboot the whole… “

“Earth,” said Merrax.

“Whatever. Start anew. Wipe it all off. Much cheaper.”

Merrax had a think. “We’ll do that,” he decided.

“No worries.” The mechanic popped Earth in a machine and pressed a button. If you listened carefully, you could hear the screams of the dying emanating from the little globe.

“There you go, just like new!” said the mechanic. “Factory reset. Earth 2.0!”

 

Extinction by Stupidity

May 27, 2015 95 comments

Here is my contribution to this week’s Friday Fictioneers 100 word challenge, ably hosted by the talented Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Doug MacIlroy.

To read the other contributions, click on the blue froggy.

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Copyright Douglas M. MacIlroy

 

Marvik and Grvox, father and son team from “WorldRenewals Inc” stepped onto Earth, freshly scorched and ready for new inhabitants.

“The flamers did a good job on this one,” said Grvox. He pointed at a charred skeleton. “What d’ya suppose that was?”

“Some sort of marine mammal, son.”

“And what about over there? Looks like the remains of a… city? Built by those Hoomans? Da, we’re not allowed to flame worlds containing intelligent life!”

“Son, you’ve read the report on this world, same as me. Plundering your planet’s resources to exhaustion to make ‘shiny new things’ isn’t a sign of intelligence.”