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FF – There Be Demons

August 4, 2022 36 comments

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

He didn’t often come down from the castle. The villagers had such stories about his hilltop home. It was portrayed as a place of darkness, of evil, where a bogeyman, a demon, a devil, abided.

Mothers told their children ‘If you’re naughty, the castle devil will come and eat you up!

Old wives’ tales. Myths.

He shook his head. Why frighten the little ones?

Nearby, a baby cried. He grinned, saliva dipping from razor-sharp fangs to hiss on the pavement. Lunchtime!

Sometimes, the stories told by superstitious villagers are true.

Sometimes, there be demons.

FF – Hell’s Kitchen

July 21, 2022 51 comments

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

Copyright Fleur Lind

Bob stared through the glass of the table. How far down did that go? Maybe all the way to the depths of Hell itself…!

Suddenly the tabletop flipped up and a bat-winged monstrosity exploded out, claws slashing, eyes glowing fire-red.

Bob screamed.

The creature screeched, fire issuing from its hideous mouth.

Bob peed himself.

It threw something at him. He looked down.

It was a steak, medium rare, mushroom sauce, sautéed potatoes.

The creature grated “bon appetit!” and descended back to Hell.

Bob tucked in. Now probably wasn’t the best moment to mention he had ordered the Chef’s Salad.

FF – Weaver

July 7, 2022 40 comments

Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. She also provided the photo this week.

Theadorus was a Weaver. A Weaver-in-training, but a Weaver nonetheless. He wove not cottons and silks into garments, but the lines of fate into destinies.

His first solo project had not gone well. A strand had gone awry. The project’s most intelligent species was killing each other. There was war, famine, disease and poverty. And on top of all that, the climate was falling apart.

With a heavy sigh, he reached out and severed a single thread. Seven billion voices went silent as a planet imploded and was gone.

Sometimes there’s no help for it but to start over.

FF – Chancer

June 16, 2022 41 comments

Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. Rochelle supplied the photo this week.

Get Well Soon!”. Humph. Sounded like a command. Maybe if he looked on the back of the balloon it would say “Or Else…

Anyway, he wasn’t planning on getting well anytime soon. And it was lunch time!

He rang the little bell. Nothing. He rang it again. Then he tried shouting.

“Oy, lunch!”

Still nothing.

Hobbling downstairs (huffing and puffing dramatically) he read the note on the kitchen table.

“I’ve had enough, make your own damn lunch, I’m out with the girls!”

Looked like it was time to “get better”. Three weeks wasn’t bad for an ingrowing toenail, after all.

FF – Unearthed

June 2, 2022 41 comments

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

Copyright Lisa Fox

The building was overgrown now. Condemned. After only 20 years, cracks had appeared, floors had collapsed

Jens had helped build the place. He felt a little guilty at its early demise – and well he should. It turns out that if you mix too many dead bodies into the concrete, it ruins its structural integrity.

Sighing, he turned to leave. Best to get gone before the excited archaeologists who had descended on the place realised that they had unearthed, not “Marcus Paulinus of the Roman Legion” but “Tommy ‘The Tooth’ Timpson, erstwhile mob accountant”.

The Cartel was gonna be pissed.

FF – Jed’s Extras

May 27, 2022 35 comments

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

Copyright Brenda Cox

Old Jed sat at his fruit-n-veg shack. He loved it. No-one much came by, but it was a quiet life.

A van drew to a halt, throwing up a cloud of dust.

“Alright, mate!”

“Good morning,” answered Jed. “What’ll it be?”

“I’ll have… a punt of strawberries and a bag of potatoes. Oh, and…” the man looked around “… an AR-15 assault rifle.”

“Right y’are,” said Jed, fetching the items.

Sometimes he wondered what people did with the guns he sold, but it wasn’t really his problem. After all, guns didn’t kill people. People killed people.

Usually with his guns.

FF – Allergies

May 5, 2022 38 comments

Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Na’ama Yehuda.

Copyright Na’ama Yehuda

Agent 9 took a deep breath and crept closer, picking his way through the flower beds. His target was in sight, a small, unassuming man – no-one would suspect what he carried in the briefcase at his side.

Agent 9 placed a finger beneath his nose, closed his eyes and proceeded. Close, so close… he could almost touch the man now. He held his breath a moment, concentrating, and released… better. He reached out towards the man… closer… closer…

aaaaaCHOOOOO!

The man ran, taking his suitcase nuke with him, ready for sale to the highest bidder.

Hay fever’s a bitch.

FF – The Last

April 21, 2022 39 comments

Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Carole Erdman-Grant.

Copyright Carole Erdman-Grant

He’d seen places like this everywhere. After the bombs fell they’d become havens for the depraved, daubed with gang signs making clear their purpose.

He saw no-one, however. He hadn’t for over a year. Violence, starvation and radiation had taken the world.

Many animals had survived the radiation-induced mutations, but he was the last human.

“I am the last! I am the final living… ugh.

He didn’t even see the huge, mutated claw which took him. The last human he may have been, but there are worse things out there now than humans.

Welcome to the Age of the Mutant.

FF – Roses

April 7, 2022 38 comments

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

Copyright David Stewart

Smiling ruefully, he realised he’d made two lunches again. Sometimes he thought he could hear her. Any little noise in the house, in the garden. Like she was still there.

Sometimes he forgot she was gone.

She had been a good wife. She kept the house well. If only she hadn’t been such a nag. Do this, do that, you’re lazy, lazy!

It was enough to drive a man to murder.

Shrugging, he shuffled over to the back window. His rose bushes were flourishing. Ironically, though she hadn’t been much of a gardener in life, his wife made fantastic fertiliser.

Sharing My World 28-03-2022

April 3, 2022 22 comments

Here is my post for Melanie’s Share Your World.

What fictional family would you like to be part of? (think TV shows, cartoon or books or some fictional family that you admire)
Yikes, fictional families are all a bit screwed up one way or another. Otherwise they’d be too boring for TV. So I’ll stick with my own, I think.

Which band or artist would you like to play at your funeral or memorial service? (the artist can have passed on too)
Maybe the song “Fire” by “The Crazy World of Arthur Brown” might be amusing as I slide into the oven.

Preference. Popcorn, M&Ms or other. Choose something you love snacking on.
I don’t really snack. If I eat between meals it’s usually something like ice cream while sitting out in the sun. Otherwise it would be deli stuff – cheese, cocktail sausages, cured meat etc. That’s more of a meal, though!

If you could be any supernatural (fantasy) character, what would you be? (Think Elves, fairies, dragons or whatever)
I reckon an elf. But not some namby-pamby kiddie-style elf. A cool elf who can do magic and shift realms and whatnot.