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FF – Snacks for Cats

September 12, 2018 83 comments

Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. The photo this week was contributed by J Hardy Carroll.

After last week’s darkness, a silly little one this week from me. It includes my special sound effects (patent pending).


Copyright J Hardy Carroll

 

“Have you reversed that shrink ray yet?”

“Nearly.”

“Unbelievable. Three weeks stuck in a shrunken church. Which is now an ornament. An ornament! At my time of life…”

“One sec.”

“Didn’t you think? Didn’t you consider…”

“Well, clearly not.”

“That cat has been giving me the evils. He looks hungry…”

“Got it!”

Zzzzzzzzzzap! Crunch! Splinter!

“Oh, that’s just great. Enlarge us inside the guy’s house. What a mess.”

Will you stop moaning?”

“And look! The church enlarged, we’re still tiny! Did you program for bio-matter? That’s just marvellous, that is. And here comes that cat again… oh crap.”

MEEEEOW! Munch!

 

FF – Flawed and Forgotten

September 5, 2018 73 comments

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

Is that the moon in the photo? Is it though?

Copyright Gah Learner

 

“Inexhaustible energy” was the claim. “Draw our energy directly from the source. We could do anything, colonise the universe! Ultimate power, unstoppable!”

Decades of work had seen “solar extractors” positioned in orbit around the sun. Pure energy, dragged from the sun’s gravitational pull and transmitted to Earth.

But you can’t mess with Nature. There’s a delicate balance, an order to things.

The sun darkened and died as its nuclear furnace burned the last of its fuel, a billion years before its time.

And Mankind, which months ago had fancied itself gods, drifted into frozen obscurity, just another flawed, forgotten mistake.

 

FF – A Safe-ish Place

August 29, 2018 73 comments

Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Nathan Sowers, Dawn Miller’s grandson.

I quickly wrote this in my lunch break so that I at least had something, but had no time to write anything else.

Copyright Nathan Sowers, grandson of Dawn M Miller!

 

Have you ever woken up in the morning with little recollection of the night before? Was there perhaps a suspicious puncture wound on your neck?

Did you open your curtains to let the sunshine in, only for your head to burst into flames?

Did you check the fire damage in a mirror only to find you HAD NO REFLECTION?

If you’ve answered “yes” to all these questions, then Vampires Anonymous could be for you. If you’re newly turned and have nowhere else to go, pop along for a bite. You’re not alone!

Free blood and cookies at your first meeting!

 

FF – Dinner Time

August 22, 2018 66 comments

Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was sent in by Carla Bicomong.

Copyright Carla Bicomong

 

Tears trickled from reddened eyes as the mourners released their tributes, each lantern holding the soul of their loved one. No-one knew the origin of these so-called ‘soul catchers’ – some suspected an extra-terrestrial source – but mass gatherings such as this had become common since their discovery. The tributes floated peacefully out to sea, opening and releasing their cargo of life essence to the heavens.

High above in the realm between realms the predator race, known throughout the galaxy as the ‘Devourers’, received a message from their corporeal planet-side agents.

Dinner is served.

 

FF – Uninvited Guest

August 15, 2018 65 comments

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

Copyright Yvette Prior

 

“Unbelievable, son.”

“Um…”

“You’re at university, here to study and what do I find? Booze, pot, half-dressed semi-comatose people lying around everywhere.”

“Um, if you’d called first to say you were…”

“That’s not the point, is it?”

“Um…”

“IS IT?!”

“No, Dad.”

“Have you any idea what I go through every day? Hours of work to pay your tuition, your mother constantly nagging… I’m knackered. You’re living in party town and you didn’t invite me?”

“Um.. eh, what?”

“I’ll be staying for a bit, son. Call your mother and tell her I have ‘car troubles’. And get me a beer.”

 

FF – The Dangers of Philosophy

August 8, 2018 78 comments

Here is my story (it’s not really a story) for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Ronda Del Boccio. I’m still too tired to think of anything funny so I wrote this instead 😦

 

Everything’s a matter of perspective. A point of view. Is that building small or just far away? Is that man mugging that little old lady or trying to stop her falling?

Who can know?

Is this life real? Are we in someone else’s dream? When we touch something, is it really there or is our brain trying to fool us into thinking we really exist?

All these things Brandon pondered until, finally, he winked out of existence, wiped from history.

Such is the danger of philosophy. Don’t overthink. Lest you cease to be.

If you really be at all.

 

FF – All That’s Gold Doesn’t Glitter

August 1, 2018 80 comments

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

Boy, this week I had to cut out 47 words. And it shows 😦 But I’ve been horribly busy all day and I’m too tired to think. I hope I haven’t insulted Sandra’s gardening supplies.

 

Baz entered his grandfather’s yard. The old coot was dead. Britain’s Most Wanted, he’d called himself. True, the coppers had never found his last heist. So… where to look?

What had grandfather always said? “Tat… or treasure?” And nothing said “tat” quite like old pallets full of weeds and flowerpots. Baz reached in, pulled out a small bag and emptied its contents –  misshapen brown stones – into his hand.

He screamed. “Whaaaat! Old rocks?” Angrily he flung them away. As his car roared off it began to snow, the flakes covering the fortune in uncut diamonds he’d so carelessly discarded.