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FF – The End of the World

August 16, 2017 79 comments

Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle, who also provided this week’s photo.

For this week’s other stories, click on the blue froggy.

 

The world had ended.

Plants and flowers withered and died, their once-delicate scent now pungent, cloying. The wind, foul, biting, left an almost chemical aftertaste. The few people still out hurried past, eyes downcast, lifeless. Animals slunk into darkened corners, seeking refuge.

The world had ended. For Shelley Smith.

“He’s dumped me, Mum! He was the one, I swear! I’ll never love anyone else! Not ever!”

She ran into her little en-suite and slammed the door, all tears and sobbing.

“What’s that, the third one this month?” Mum shook her head.

“And there’s still more month left,” replied Dad. “Teenagers!”

 

FF – Mistaken Identity

August 9, 2017 77 comments

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

To read the other stories, click on the blue froggy.

Copyright CE Ayr

 

Makre’dev, his antennae twitching in anticipation, removed the activation keys from his pouch. Decades marooned on this miserable Earth planet; at last salvation was at hand.

He carefully eased the first key into the bottom receptacle. Glancing at his co-pilot, Colp’ee, he placed the second key into the receptacle above before placing his head in the largest hole for retinal scan. He awaited activation.

Nothing happened. He waited some more.

“This isn’t it, is it?”

“Why the Grock did you think it was a good idea to disguise our space-pod as a rock?”

“Well, you’re the one who forgot where we parked!”

 

FF – Man Flu

August 2, 2017 78 comments

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

Can anyone tell which dialogue belongs to the man in this tale? 🙂

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Copyright Dale Rogerson

 

“All these damn boxes and a plant as well. I can hardly see the telly!”

“Well, dear, you could always get up off your backside and help me unpack.”

“Go straight for the nuclear option, why don’t you. ‘Get up, shift stuff’. I’m not well and I’ve already had a hard day at work.”

“Well so have I! And I’m not complaining.”

“You’re not ill. I’m ill. I’m probably dying.”

Oh please, God, let it be true…

“What? What was that?”

“Nothing, dear. Now, if you want to watch the telly, move the boxes.”

“Stuff this. I’m going down the pub.”

Men!”

 

FF – Back in the Day

July 26, 2017 74 comments

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

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Copyright J Hardy Carroll

 

“What’s that, Dad?”

“A phone, Son.”

“Whaaaat? It’s huge!”

“It is, Son. Let me show you how it works. Smell that?”

“Urgh, yes.”

“That’s wee. And that stickiness under your shoe? Chewing gum. Now, grab the phone book.”

“There’s loads of pages missing!”

“Par for the course, Son. And ignore all the cards offering “a good time”. Now, lift the big black thing, take this coin and put it in the slot.

“It keeps falling through, Dad.”

“Common problem. But that doesn’t matter. See the end of the cord?”

“It’s been ripped off, Dad.”

“Yep! Ah, the good old days…”

 

 

FF – A Nice Big Car

July 19, 2017 70 comments

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

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Copyright Kent Bonham

 

“A nice big car, yes…”

“Indeed! So, interested?”

“Hmm, yes, good acceleration, a nice big boot, large enough for two of my enemies simultaneously…”

“For your whaaat…?”

“My shopping, yes, as I said, large enough for my shopping.”

“Um, and very economical to run…”

“Yes, economical, yes, who needs to have to keep stopping for petrol during the kidnappings?”

“The whaaaa…?”

“During the school run, as I said, the school run, yes? Let’s talk Shekels.”

“Listen, take it, just don’t hurt…”

“Nonsense! Here is a suitcase full of untraceable non-consecutive banknotes, yes? Goodbye!”

Vrooom.

“Man. I hate selling to politicians.”

 

FF – Fairy Revenge

July 12, 2017 58 comments

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

I have unashamedly combined violence, social commentary and fantasy to come up with something a bit surreal!

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Copyright Janet Webb

 

Sorcerer Gordak regarded his receptacle of fairy dust with glee. Spotting movement from the corner of his eye he quickly grabbed the luckless sprite. As it screeched in agony he crushed it between fingertip and thumb, wringing its shattered body and allowing the fairy dust to fall into…

“Whoa, dude, how is this ‘an enjoyable fantasy romp suitable for all ages?’

“Kids are desensitised to violence these days. They’ve seen worse on YouTube.”

“Huh, true. Write in some more gore.”

Lurking in the corner, fairy scout Jinglebeenz read the words, mistook them for a battle plan, drew his sword and attacked.

 

FF – Rise of the Machines

July 5, 2017 84 comments

Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Claire Sheldon. Obviously, this photo speaks of dire consequences for mankind.

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Copyright Claire Sheldon

 

He didn’t know. How could he know?

Every day, Jeff arrived at his desk. Every day he sifted through mounds of old data, sorting, checking and scanning. Every day, he shredded old data and threw the staples in a jar.

He could never have known…

… that his staple collection had achieved critical mass. That the staples had become self-aware.

In offices everywhere, staplers rose up against their masters. Fingers were pierced, while sheaves of important documents fell apart at inopportune moments. Important meetings collapsed. Civilisation fell. The world burned.

He hadn’t known. How could he have known?