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FF – Every Cloud

April 17, 2019 60 comments

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

The (completely anonymous) character “Dail” makes a guest appearance!

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Copyright Dale Rogerson

 

Dail shivered and tucked herself deeper into her winter coat. A winter coat, in mid-summer!

The dust cloud, born of an unfortunate nuclear-related mishap, had seen the Earth freeze. At least Canadians are used to the cold, she thought. Many survivors were not so lucky.

Millions in Britain had frozen to death within minutes thanks to their “stiff upper lip, keep on keeping on” attitude, resulting in the general consensus that “it’s mid-summer so I’m wearing a t-shirt”.

Children, ever-resilient, built snowmen.

With survival a priority, the world forgot about Brexit. And golf-playing presidents.

So, every cloud, and all that…

 

FF – The Hungry Dead

April 10, 2019 64 comments

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

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Copyright Roger Bultot

 

“Huh, it doesn’t look as scary as the photo in the advert.”

“That photo was digitally altered. This place looks rather pleasant. Dammit!”

“‘Haunted house’, indeed. Let’s go.”

Cecil Montague, dead these 300 years, watched from the tower, hunger blazing from his rotting eyes. After all these centuries, dinner approached… anticipation becoming despair as they left. So close – he could almost taste their flesh! He’d spent years learning how use a ‘computer’ to ‘Photoshop’ a ‘photograph’ to snare tasty ghosthunters. What a waste.

Time to change tack… now, where were those instructions on how to list a property on Airbnb…?

 

FF – Late Night Snack

April 3, 2019 76 comments

Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Ronda Del Boccio.

 

Greg moaned. Lying on his back… the moon? No, a streetlight. Oh… his head… way too much whisky… so much whisky… a van… someone coming… wearing a mask, a hypodermic needle… no, no… hauled into the van… moving… smell of food… blackness…

 

“Hey, Baz, fast food! Fancy a kebab?”

“Dunno, these fast food vans can be a bit dodgy.”

“C’mon, sissy! Just a shame we lost Greg somewhere along the way. Hey, mate, two kebabs!”

“Of course, sir, new delivery of meat just in, very fresh!”

“Awesome! Wow, nice. My kebab tastes like single malt. Magic!”

 

FF – Fruits of the Loom

March 27, 2019 73 comments

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

Stand by for a major groan-worthy play on words!

Copyright Sandra Crook

 

I didn’t mean to do it, but Gerald… that smug git. Always winding me up. So I grabbed him one day and shoved him towards the loom. His tie got stuck; the machines dragged him in.

Oh, the screams, the noises as he was shredded… I don’t mind telling you, it set my teeth on edge.

When the cotton came out it made the most beautiful blood-red pattern on the fabric…. once you picked bits of Gerald out of it.

In fact I might market it. Maybe mix in some more colours. Make a fortune.

Think I’ll call it “tie-die”…

 

FF – Peace Wheel

March 20, 2019 77 comments

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

Copyright Dale Rogerson

 

Millions queued to ride the Peace Wheel.

It had appeared overnight, a mystery. Shortly after, the crime rate dropped to zero. Countries dismantled their arsenals and armies. Warlords took up farming. People the world over stopped concentrating on jobs, on ambitions.

Hate, the will to fight, disappeared. People were suddenly “getting along” with each other.

Hidden in high orbit, Dresh N’Gak smiled. In days the population of this backwards backwater planet would have lost all self-will. They would be ripe for conquest! He twisted a dial, increasing signal strength.

The “Peace Wheel” thrummed with renewed energy.

 

FF – The Aspiring Musician

March 13, 2019 113 comments

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

Another story which came straight into my head. Yay!

 

“What the hell is that?”

“I got it from the dump. Pretty great, huh?”

“It’s got a tree growing out of it.”

“You’ve heard of house music? Garage?”

“Yessss….”

“This is gonna be ‘Plant’.”

“Jesus.”

“Here goes…”

Thunk! Crash!

A cat’s tail, poking out from beneath the rubble, twitched once and was still.

“YOU KILLED MR FLUFFY, YOU MURDERER!”

“Maybe it was a bit knackered. I saw a guitar with mushrooms growing out of it down the dump… ‘Fungus’! Awesome!”

Meanwhile Mr Fluffy, one of his nine lives sadly gone, extricated himself and trotted away in search of a less insane human.

 

FF – Don’t be a Jeff!

March 6, 2019 76 comments

Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by C.E. Ayr.

Copyright C.E. Ayr

 

Jeff bid goodbye to his mates and left the pub. The other members of the motorcycle gang left en masse but Jeff slunk around the corner to his piddly little moped. As his fellows roared off on their testosterone-fuelled hogs, Jeff opened his throttle and charged off at his top speed of 17mph, head down.

But – too late! He had been spotted! The video was online! Jeff’s street cred was ruined!

 

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Don’t be a Jeff!