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FF – Wedding Day

June 21, 2017 71 comments

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

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

Copyright Ted Strutz

 

Geoff honked impatiently as he waited to board the ferry, his face a mixture of rage and embarrassment. The weather matched his mood, the rain unrelenting. He angrily ripped off his bow tie.

Why did she wait until he was stood at the front of the church to decide not to bother turning up? He’d even sent her thousands for the plane ticket.

Everyone had been supportive, of course. But he knew they were whispering… I told you so.

He would find her, long boat ride notwithstanding. After all, how many women called “Noon” could there possibly be in Thailand?

 

FF – Moon-Fall

June 14, 2017 77 comments

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

That brightness in the sky is definitely an explosion, don’t you think?

Copyright Dale Rogerson

 

Cheers resounded as the sky lit up, the revellers clinking glasses in salute. Members of “Project Assured Destruction”, they had worked long and hard to realise the dream.

Antimatter.

A new source of energy. Or the most devastating weapon ever devised. So devastating, their government had elected to test-fire on the moon.

It would be days before observers noticed the change in the moon’s orbit. Weeks before the first storms hit. Months before the lucky died in blinding, super-heated fire as fragments of the moon impacted. For the remainder – the lingering, painful deaths of a freezing nuclear winter.

 

FF – Day of the Star Triffid Wars

June 7, 2017 57 comments

Here is my little (slightly plagiarised) story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Sarah Potter.

To read the other stories for this week, click on the blue froggy. The blue froggy who has upset me as he won’t allow me to upload my picture to the link-up. If anyone knows what “increase post_max_size and upload_max_filesize to 5M” means, let me know!

Copyright Sarah Potter

 

The plants ruled all, encroaching on all civilisation, their vines, tentacle-like, wrapped around human and animal alike, sucking them dry. The few humans who could still see, those who hadn’t witnessed the blinding meteor shower…”

“Whoa! That’s ‘The Day of the Triffids’. You can’t write that.”

“Okay, fine, I have another idea anyway. There’s these warriors with freaky mind powers who use glowing swords, and they’re betrayed by one of their own who gets killed by his long-lost son who grew up on planet Tartrazine…”

“Does it take place in a ‘galaxy far, far away’?”

“Hey! Stop stealing my stories!”

 

FF – Charred Yet United

May 31, 2017 55 comments

Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was provided by Karuna.

We have an election coming up in the UK next week, and I urge you guys to give this bunch a chance!

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

Copyright Karuna

 

“My fur, my lovely fur, gone, gone…”

“This will not do!”

“Maybe it was an accident, Furry?”

“So little Tommy accidentally siphoned petrol out of his dad’s car, inadvertently doused us with it and then carelessly dropped a match on us? No, Cuddly.”

“What about me? My head’s all twisted backwards!”

“Indeed, Dolly. Shocking! We must take action.”

“Yeah!” broke in Cuddly. “Maim, kill, destroy!”

“No, we stand for government. We have one direction, united!”

Vote for justice for our cuddly friends. Vote Stuffed Toys – One Direction!

“Isn’t that a pop group?”

“Hush, Dolly.”

“Doesn’t that shorten to ‘STOneD’?”

Hush, Dolly.”

 

FF – Curse of the Housesitter

May 24, 2017 78 comments

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

After struggling the last few weeks, I had this story written within 15 minutes of seeing the photo. Doesn’t mean it’s any good, though 🙂

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

Copyright J Hardy Carroll

 

“Aagh! My flat! What’ve you done to my lovely home?”

“I’ve converted it.”

“Into what? A war zone? I was only away three days…”

“It’s for my art. It’s ‘Trash Chic’.”

“That isn’t a thing.”

“But it will be! Please, take a seat…”

“Aargh!”

“… not there, and take in your surroundings…”

“My ass, my ass, something stabbed me in the ass!”

“I call that piece ‘needle couch’.”

“My couch, my beautiful couch… what have you done to the bathroom?”

“Ah yes, ‘Druggie’s Toilet’. A masterpiece.”

“Oh yeah?”

Heave. Smash. Aaaargh! Thump.

“Well, I call this piece ‘Murder Window, Splattered Pavement’.”

 

FF – Simple Food for Complicated People

May 17, 2017 86 comments

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

When I saw this cafe scene I couldn’t get the last one out of my head (from Christmas) – “A Pie They Died For” – in which I murdered a whole bunch of people and ate them. That picture was by Roger as well. I wonder if this is the inside of the same cafe?

Well, I couldn’t do that again so I did something different. To read this week’s other stories, click on the blue froggy.

Copyright Roger Bultot

 

“Welcome to Just Burgers, how may I help you?”

“Hmm, I’d like cucumber with soft cheese on black bread with a side of avocado, please.”

“What is it about ‘Just Burgers’ you don’t understand?”

“Well, really!

“You know how in films there’s a bloke in the kitchen with a meat cleaver for difficult customers?”

“Yeees…”

“Well, we don’t have one of those. Or cucumbers. Only dead cows in buns. Get out. Next!”

“Hi, phew, some people, eh?”

“For sure. What can I get you?”

“I’d like goat’s cheese on rye with iceberg lettuce and a side of sashimi, please.”

“Aaargh!”

 

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FF – The Bigger Sin

May 10, 2017 75 comments

Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo comes from Rochelle as well. I hope it wasn’t her car 😦

(Just in case non-Brits are not aware, a shopping “trolley” is called a “cart” in the US.)

Click on the blue froggy for this week’s other stories.

 

“I’m waiting, Son.”

“Well, Dad, I went grocery shopping, see, and someone crashed into it with their trolley.”

“So, someone rammed their trolley into the car at… what? 50, 60 miles per hour?”

“That’s about the size of it, Dad.”

“The Hulk, was it? And this isn’t you on the camera sneaking out at 11pm?”

“Hmm, looks like me but isn’t. Weird.”

“Son…?”

“Okay, I snuck out on a date with Suzy and had a ding.”

“Cheerleader Suzy? Straight-A-student Suzy? Hot Suzy?”

“Yep!”

“Woo, nice one, Son! High five!”

High five slap.

“But you’re grounded for lying. ‘Til you’re 50.”