draliman on life

Here is my post for the 100 word fiction challenge Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. The photo this week was supplied by Dale Rogerson.

A quick warning – I used the “f” word near the end as I felt it gave more impact to the story and served to emphasise the mood switch. Nothing else I tried had quite the same bite and I feel this guy would have said it.

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Copyright Dale Rogerson

Cowled figures shrouded in darkness, we await the acolyte. Candles in alcoves light the way to the sacred chamber. All is in readiness. Ceremonial knives are razor-sharp; the sacrifice bleats in terror, bowls ready to receive its blood.

Our origins lost in the mists of time, our members few yet powerful, today we welcome another into our fold.

Movement! He approaches!

“Excuse me, I’m looking for the toilets… um… bloody hell, is that a goat?”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake, another one! Back the way you came, second door on the left.”

“Um… thanks.”

Ahem. Cowled figures shrouded in darkness, we await the acolyte…

Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, the 100 word challenge hosted by Rochelle with a photo this week by C. E. Ayr.

I did think of a dark story to do with the take over of jobs by machines, but in the end I went for this ridiculous little news story.

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Copyright C. E. Ayr

Excerpt from The Daily Prattle

The inquest into the “PlugGate” incident on Britain’s railways, which last April caused 745 deaths and millions of pounds of damage, closed today.

The coroner heard that the new Automated Railway Signalling Equipment (ARSE) system was deactivated when contract cleaner Mrs Moira Dimple, 47, unplugged it as she, in her own words, “needed somewhere to plug in my vacuum cleaner, dearie.”

National Rail has reassured customers that such a disaster could never happen again as they have “invested in loads of Sellotape to stick over the plug sockets”.

This reporter remains sceptical and will be taking the bus.

Here is my post for Friday Fictioneers, the 100 word writing challenge hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo comes from Sandra Crook.

A bit of a silly story this week but once I got it in my head I couldn’t think of anything else. It looked to me like one of those elaborate things you set up in that game “Mousetrap”.

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Copyright Sandra Crook

“How does it work, Master?”

“Observe. He approaches. The door opens…”

Clunk

“… loosing the ball bearing to roll down the plank, triggering the mechanism…”

Rumble

“… the cog turns…”

Griiiind

“… releasing the flour above…”

Cough cough

“… thus blocking out the light…”

Huh?

“… our target lights a match…”

Scrape

“… igniting the flour particles…”

Whoomp!

“… blowing him to pieces.”

Aaaarggggh!

“Couldn’t we have just blown his brains out with a sawn-off shotgun, Sensei?”

“Finesse, young Padawan. Beauty, elegance. That is why I am the Master, and you, the student. Now, go upstairs and scrape him off the carpet.”

Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, the weekly 100 word story prompt hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo comes from Shaktiki Sharma.

I was going to do a Christmassy one, maybe with Santa in it, but the first thing this photo said to me was “death in the shadows” 🙂

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Copyright Shaktiki Sharma

A scream, swiftly silenced, rang through the darkness. The humans shuddered and gathered closer to the light. Since the Awakening, things waited in the shadows.

They said there are no monsters.

They were wrong.

Graduk smiled to itself, pouring more energy into its bio-luminescent appendages. Its glow increased, drawing more of the bipeds close. “Adapt or die” was a favourite saying amongst them, it had heard. Those of its brethren, lurking in the dark places waiting for an occasional foolish meal, had not adapted.

Graduk had.

It increased its glow still more and awaited the unsuspecting feast.

Here is my happy jolly Christmas offering for Friday Fictioneers, the weekly 100 word photo prompt hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Roger Bultot.

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Copyright Roger Bultot

“Hey, look, I love UV black light, let’s go in.”

“Yeah, it’s such a great colour!”

“And it shows up all sorts of stains and blood and Oh. My. God. What the Hell happened here? Waitress?”

“Good evening! Coffee? Pie?”

“What happened, Miss?”

“Ooh, a big grisly murder. A whole bus-load of tourists. And they never found the bodies!”

“Never found the bodies?”

“No. Not a single one!”

“Wow. Weird. I wonder what happened to them? Anyway, I guess we’ll have a couple of coffees. And a slice of pie with two forks, please. ‘Mystery meat pie’. Sounds tasty!”

Here is my story for the 100 word flash fiction challenge Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week she also provided the photo.

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Copyright Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

“Ugh. What the MyLittlePony is this?”

“Winter feed. Not a fan?”

“Neigh.”

“Get used to it. The grass is all wet and stuff so we get this instead.”

“What’re these hard bits?”

“Nutritional Supplement Number 87. Tasty. Ned’ll tell you. Where is Ned, anyway?”

“Last I saw, vet was with him. He didn’t look well.”

“Hope he’s okay.”

“I’m sure he’ll be fine. So what’s this under this patch of hay? Looks like a… a… face…”

“Let me see… oh. Oh dear.”

“What? What?”

“It’s Ned. Guess he didn’t make it. Tuck in, he always liked to be useful!”

Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, the 100 word challenge hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo comes from Jan Wayne Fields.

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Copyright Jan Wayne Fields

“Morning, Dear!”

“Morning, Love! Um… didn’t we used to have a car?”

“After last year’s camping trip, I arranged with my friends to drive it back home overnight. This is real camping. No phones…”

“Whaaat?”

“… no car, just us and Nature. Ah, the smell of the woods, the sound of the… bears?”

“Yeek! We’ve no car! No car!”

“Don’t panic, Dear. Squeeze into the trailer!”

“It’s tiny!”

Much, much later…

“Do you think they’ve gone, Dear?”

“Do you wanna poke your head out and check, Mr Nature?”

“Not really. Let’s make the best of it. Marshmallow?”

Frosty silence.

Here is my story for the 100 word Friday Fictioneers challenge, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo came from C. E. Ayr.

This story will either be mildly amusing or won’t make any sense whatsoever. I’m hoping people have read the book or at least seen the film. Sorry, I’m out of ideas today.

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Copyright C. E. Ayr

“This is it. Interdimensional portal.”

“Why the chain?”

“Tourist attractions always do that. Stop people seeing the cool stuff.”

“Like portals?”

“Like portals. This is gonna be great!”

“Yeah, massive! Let’s do this thing. I love this part, never know what you’re gonna find!”

They jumped the chain and entered the door.

Snow. Bitter cold. A lady on a sleigh to their left, a strange creature to their right, gesticulating wildly at them.

The pair shook their heads sadly and walked back through the door.

“Unbelievable. Narnia again. Why’s it always Narnia?”

“That bloody lion’s on his own this time. Beer?”

Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, the 100 word challenge hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo comes from Björn Rudberg.

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Copyright Björn Rudberg

Chris “Fingers” O’Flaherty shot an evil grin at the hapless shop keeper.

“Not gonna pay up, huh? Time ta die!” He held out his hand and his cohort, Nigel “No Brains” Bingwit, handed him a violin case. Fingers opened it and extracted the contents.

“Eat lead!”

Twang.

“Ha!” scoffed the shop keeper, suddenly feeling brave. “What ya gonna do, batter me to death with the string section?”

Fingers stared at the violin in his hands. “Bingwit, you moron. You picked up the wrong cases!”

Meanwhile, across town at the weekly rehearsal of the Little Brimptom String Orchestra, it was carnage!