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FF – Tangled

January 10, 2018 76 comments

Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. The photo was contributed by Victor and Sarah Potter.

I don’t even know what I’ve written this week. It’s a bit silly. Me? Silly? Surely not.

 

Three homes with three families. Kids all over the place, probably more he didn’t know about. Bank accounts everywhere. Identities out the wazoo – even he sometimes got confused who he was supposed to be from one day to the next.

Scamming him, conning her, no wait, she was to be family number four – or was she? Scam or marry? Or both?

How to keep everything in order?

Circles within circles. Webs cast everywhere. How long before one of those webs caught him?

The heat was on.

It’s a complicated life being a gigolo con-spider.

 

FF – A Dirty Job

January 3, 2018 74 comments

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

Copyright Roger Bultot

 

Jerak snuck a glance at the scene around him as he pushed his mop across the floor. He was supposed to keep his head down, but sick fascination always enticed him to look.

Men, women, even children sat on benches, long white tubes fixed to their heads. They seemed calm enough – Jerak had been told that the tubes delivered some enzyme or other, easing the process.

He hated his work here at the Farm, but it was classed essential. It meant he’d never be Chosen. Never be one of those sitting on the benches. Never be food for the alien masters.

 

FF – League of Science

December 27, 2017 69 comments

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

Copyright Ted Strutz

 

The group of esteemed scientists laughed scornfully.

“By God, man, you’ll never achieve membership of the World Science League with that thing!”

“I beg to differ, Sir,” smiled Ignacious, initiating his machine. Gears ground. Wheels spun.

“By good Queen Victoria, what is it man?!”

Their derision, however, gave way to wide eyes as the wheels rotated, matching their brain waves. A disc flew off, neatly decapitating Dr Munsch of Oxford. The others, hypnotised, hardly noticed even as they too fell.

“I propose myself for membership of the League!” giggled Ignacious manically. “Any objections?” He eyed the carnage. “No? Then, carried!”

 

FF – Not a Hat Shop

December 20, 2017 74 comments

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

This amount of hats just begged for a crazy Monty Python-esque scene.

Copyright Björn Rudberg

 

“Good day to you, Sir, and how may I help you?”

“Good day, Sir. I have need of a hat.”

“You are in luck, Sir, for we are a hat shop.”

“I see no hats, Sir.”

“Look around you, Sir, a veritable cornucopia of hats!”

“Ye-gads, Sir, no hats do I see!”

“Are you perhaps visually impaired, Sir?”

“The cheek! Since you have no hats I shall try one of your knitted tea-cosies. Perhaps that will keep my head warm. Yes, I’ll take it!”

“Of course, Sir.”

“These tea-cosies make excellent hats, Sir! Consider selling them as such.”

“Harrumph.”

 

FF – Globe

December 13, 2017 67 comments

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

Copyright Sandra Crook

 

The Globe had stood for millennia, its origins shrouded by time, its purpose a mystery. The villagers, simple yet devout, came to pray for health, love… deliverance from the Down-Below.

Two such came now, kneeling in reverence before the globe. It burst suddenly to life, bright light blinding them! They cowered, whimpering, as a being, dark and foreboding, spoke.

“I’ve told you already, keep the noise down. And why are you sitting in the dark? If I have to come up here again…”

“Sorry, Mum.”

“Sorry, Mrs Daniels.”

And with that, the being returned to the Down-Below, the villagers safe again.

 

FF – Pretty Icicles

December 6, 2017 58 comments

Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. Today’s photo was contributed by Dale Rogerson. Thanks, Dale!

This week you get a “poem” and a story. Yay 🙂

Copyright Dale Rogerson

 

Hanging proud, bright
Stalactites of clearest azure
Dangling daggers
Certain death to those below
Or to those who upset
Or those who deliver not
That which is demanded


Meltable
Untraceable
DEATH

 

“What do you think?”

“Yeah, not bad.”

“You really reckon if we include this poem he’ll cough up everything we’re demanding?”

“Oh yeah, for sure. And if he goes to the cops it’s just a Christmas poem. No harm, no foul. What are you after?”

“Internet-enabled Furby. You?”

“iPad. Write the letter of demands.”

“Cool, here goes. ‘Dear Santa…’”

 

FF – Country Holiday

November 29, 2017 72 comments

Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. The photo was contributed by Russell Gayer.

Copyright Russell Gayer

 

“No. No way.”

“You said you wanted a break in the country. Well, here we are. In the country.”

“It smells.”

“Country air!”

“There’s no internet.”

“Peace at last!”

“The bed’s all lumpy.”

“It’s the real country experience! Now, you finish unpacking while I visit the bathroom. It was a long journey. The brochure says it’s around the back somewhere.”

Two minutes later…

“Pack your bags. I’ve booked us into the hotel in town.”

“Eh? What happened to country…”

“Don’t.”

“But…”

“Just don’t.”