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FF – Unwanted

August 18, 2021 55 comments

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

Copyright Lisa Fox

“Open your eyes, darling! Ta-daaa!”

“And that is?”

“It’s an original 1914 Harley-Davidson!”

“Okaaaaay…”

“Original frame, engine, fittings, look at this bit, oops, I can probably stick that bit back on…”

“…”

“… look at the style, the form…”

“…”

“… it’s an absolute classic! A bit of a rub down, a lick of paint and it’ll be as good as new!”

“…”

“Just imagine zooming down the road, my sweet. You’ll be the talk of the town!”

“…”

“Anyway… happy anniversary, my cupcake! So, what did you get me?”

“A divorce.”

FF – Debris

August 11, 2021 51 comments

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

Warning – this week’s story may be a tad “spicy”, but it’s the first thing that leapt into my mind 😮 and now I can’t think of anything else.

Copyright Ted Strutz

“What do we have, Constable?”

“An explosion, Sarge. No casualties, thank god, but there’s wreckage blown everywhere.”

“Right then, let’s have a look. What’s this thing?”

“No idea, Sarge. Maybe… this bit would go here, and… urgh, no!”

“Hmm, I reckon maybe you put this part around here, and then this bit would go… no, no, no!”

“I think maybe… maybe we’re better off not knowing, Sarge.”

“I think you’re right, Constable. Bag it all up!”

“Right you are, Sarge. I really don’t understand why anyone would want to blow up ‘Helga’s House of Pain’ anyway…”

FF – Hidden

August 4, 2021 52 comments

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

Copyright Jennifer Pendergast

Gary rubbed his hands, blowing on them for warmth. It was freezing this morning, but such a beautiful day!

He could hear birds chirping in the trees. They must be cold! Even though the sun had risen, it was weak. The temperature wouldn’t rise above freezing until Spring.

He reached the pond, small but deep and a favourite spot for young lovers. A local “Casanova”, he’d been here only last night.

She shouldn’t have rejected him but the ice, as he had hoped, was completely opaque. He’d be hundreds of miles away before they found the body.

Such a beautiful day!

FF – Archvillain Jr

July 28, 2021 53 comments

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

Copyright Roger Bultot

I take a picture of myself… taking a picture of myself! A loop is created… the universe will collapse! I can feel atoms beginning to unravel… I look outside… all is darkness… IT WORKED bwahahaha!

“Mum! Mum! It’s all dark outside! I’ve destroyed the universe!”

“The sun’s gone down, dear. It’s late. Go to bed. School tomorrow.”

“Darn. Therefore, mother, I shall try two mirrors facing each other. The infinite loop will surely destroy the universe bwahahaha!”

“That’s nice, dear. Now go to bed.”

A reprieve for life as we know it. Until tomorrow, universe. Bwahahaha!

FF – Pushed Too Far

July 21, 2021 36 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

He’d found the bauble in a bin. Not the meal he’d hoped for, but still… looked nice over his sleeping bag.

The sharp crack of an air rifle woke him. Around him lay his shattered bauble. A lad – no more than twenty – stood, laughing.

“Alright, grandpa!”

The lad lifted the air rifle and shot again, again. The snow spurted to the left, the right.

“Run, useless tramp!”

He fumbled in his bag, retrieved a souvenir from a long forgotten war, and blew the lad’s brains out. They looked kinda pretty in the snow.

No respect. Sometimes he wished he’d died in the Gulf.

FF – Poisoned Air

July 14, 2021 64 comments

Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by J Hardy Carroll.

Copyright J Hardy Carroll

He watched as the fields raced past. Plenty of greenery, that had recovered quite nicely. But no people. No birds. No animals. Only plants.

This wasn’t life. Sitting at the carriage window every day, watching the remains of the world rush by.

The Train. A blessing or a curse?

He walked to one of the Termination Cubicles. Tapping in the required codes, he accepted the warning and the external window opened.

In seconds he was dead, the poisoned air searing his lungs. Once the air was recycled, he would be too. Nothing wasted.

Maybe one day people might survive outside again.

Maybe.

FF – Tree Man

July 7, 2021 59 comments

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

In the following story, names have been changed to protect any real (or imagined) businesses who may or may not be good/bad/indifferent to the environment 🙂

Copyright Sandra Crook

Tired, the man sat on the trunk, not noticing the peeling bark, the mottling on the wood. The stump was diseased.

Spores penetrated his skin. His arms, his legs, his whole body was growing bark, leaves!

He was becoming… Tree Man!

He would become an eco-warrior without equal!

“What happened Dad, what happened?”

“Well, son, just as he began his eco-campaign someone chopped him down to build a MacDoonald’s.”

“Aw, Daaaadddd!”

“Go to sleep, son. And remember my words.”

Years later, the son became one of the world’s premier climate change campaigners. Until someone unfortunately bulldozed him over to build a Burrgerr King.

FF – Dedication to Duty

July 1, 2021 44 comments

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

I couldn’t really think of a story but I didn’t want to miss a week.

Copyright Russell Gayer

“Send in the report, Haversham.”

“But there’s nothing to report, Sarge. Can’t we go home?”

“We were told to conduct surveillance on this area, Haversham. That’s what we’ll do.”

“It seems like we’ve been here forever. I’m sure there used to be more cars and people and less forest outside when we started.”

“Ours not to reason why.”

“I never used to be this old. And look at Ken. He’s all skin and bone. Well, mostly bone. I think they’ve forgotten we’re here.”

“We do our duty, Haversham. We’ve got movement. ‘Squirrel in tree 90 metres north of location.’ Note it down, man, note it down!”

FF – One to Doomsday

June 23, 2021 47 comments

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

Copyright Brenda Cox

It happened overnight.

There was no wind. No storm. No vandalism.

Two of the three trees simply fell down. Ripped out by the roots.

Once upon a time (as all good fairy tales begin) they called these ‘The Peace Trees’.

‘As long as the three stand, the future is assured,’ so the story goes. Or words to that effect.

Two down, one to go.

One minute to doomsday?

But the old stories are gone and no-one even suspects. Except maybe old Granny Wilkins. She has “the sight”, they say.

But no-one ever believes her.

Until it’s too late.

FF – Cabin of DEATH!

June 16, 2021 52 comments

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

Copyright Alicia Jamtaas

Welcome back to ‘Forest Cabins of Horror’. It’s quiet… too quiet? What will we find? A strangled hobo? A mutilated college student? The castrated corpse of a cheating husband? Let’s open the door…

Creeeeak

…and we find… nothing! It’s empty. Well, this is a real ratings killer. Fred, come here!”

“Coming, Bob, what do you need? What are you doing with that knife? No… no… aaaargh!”

“Jeez, Bob, you killed him! You… bleurgh!

“Jeff, stop vomiting and pick up the camera. Action! …and inside we find the fresh body of a young male. He appears to have been stabbed only moments ago…