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FF – First Date Mishap

October 20, 2021 45 comments

Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo appears to be a beautiful painting by Rochelle herself 🙂

“Goodness, a home-cooked meal!”

“I like to make an impression on a first date!”

“I’ll just add a bit of salt, pepper, some ketchup…”

What are you doing.

“Huh?”

You haven’t even tasted it yet.

“I, um…”

“Let me take a quick photo of you (snap) I just need to send a text, one sec…”

tappity tappity here is photo of target tappity tappity usual terms tappity tappity make it look like an accident tappity tap send

“… there we go. So, where were we? You were telling me about your job? It sounds fascinating!”

“Um.”

“Eat up!”

“Um.”

FF – Carousel of Doom!

October 14, 2021 53 comments

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

I decided to use the American word (carousel) for the merry-go-round/roundabout, though I went for “candyfloss” as I draw the line at “cotton candy”.

Copyright Brenda Cox

The carousel began to spin as the last child clambered aboard. Parents looked on proudly, camera phones at the ready.

Brashnorag looked on, smiling. This was exactly what he’d come up from Hell for.

He snapped his fingers.

The carousel span faster and faster, leaving its once-sedate pace far behind. Children screamed as one by one they flew off.

One landed in a vat of candyfloss. Another in the arms of their parent. Yet another in a sandpit.

An afternoon of “miraculous escapes”.

Brashnarog smiled again. He may be a demon from the pits of Hell, but he wasn’t a complete bastard.

FF – Shops of Death

October 7, 2021 44 comments

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

Copyright Roger Bultot

“Look at this!”

“Boy, huge glasses. What’s that all about?”

“And all this, what would you call it?”

“Bric-a-brac.”

“Yep, bric-a-brac.”

“Trash.”

“What do they think they’re doing?”

“No idea. In fact, this whole high street is rubbish.”

“It’s a shit street.”

“Every shop a disaster.”

“Let’s go back to the car.”

Bric-a-brac shop calling all shops. We have been dissed. DESTROY THEM!

“Yes, Officer sob sob the shop sign just fell on him sob sob sliced his head clean off sob sob freak accident sob sob

FF – The Little Things

September 29, 2021 55 comments

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

I nearly did quite a sombre thoughtful story, but luckily I caught myself just in time!

Copyright Dale Rogerson

“So the cult’s taken over this church?”

“Yes, Sarge.”

“Let’s take a look. See that flash of light in the steeple? Sniper.”

“Good spot, Sarge!”

“And that bump on the roof? Observation post.”

“Nice, Sarge!”

“And the way that tree’s branches aren’t moving with the wind? Hunter’s trap.”

“Wow!”

“Okay, I’m going in!”

Whuuuump! Aaaaargh!

“Ouch. Poor Sarge.”

“What happened, Constable?”

“Sir! It’s weird how the Sarge noticed the little things but not the big picture. Like that huge sign that says ‘Keep out – DANGER – minefield’.”

“Sounds like my wife.”

“Um. ‘Little things’ or ‘danger’, Sir?”

“Both, Constable. Both.”

Sharing My Squirrely World

September 26, 2021 18 comments

Here is my post for Melanie’s Share Your World, with a special bonus question midweek. This week, the questions were posed by various members of the Nest, a place where many wondrous and hideous things can happen!

Chip (a chipmunk)
If you were to be cast as part of a comedy double act, which part would you play…. the straight man or the funny one, and why?

I reckon I’d be good as the straight man. I’m very good at staring straight ahead with an expression on my face which clearly says “who is this fool?”

Buster (the serial death possum)
If you were to be reincarnated on Earth as any non-living/inanimate object of your choosing, what would you come back as and why?

I’d be an internet router. Think of all the secret and damning information I would be privy to that I could use to blackmail people with!

If I wasn’t just an internet router…

Fleabag (the yappy doggie)
We all know how dogs mark their territory. How do you mark your territory?

I piss on everything too.

Shadow (the mysterious other-dimensional being)
If you were on a trivia show and had to correctly answer ten questions in one subject to win a million dollars (or whatever currency is used in your locale), what would you hope the category would be?

From the point of view of winning the money, the life and times of me! Is that allowed? On the other hand, maybe it’s better not to have TV researchers going through the life and times of me with a fine tooth comb…

Uncle Sam (the corrupt politician) (is the word “corrupt” redundant here?)
In democratic societies, do you believe that the right to vote is merely a privilege or a duty for all citizens?

It’s a privilege (and not “merely”). Not voting is still a choice. What’s the point in letting people have a choice in the future if they don’t even have the choice in choosing? Besides, if voter numbers are down, that’s useful information too.

Troll (the dogsbody)
Would you rather have a huge head of hair or be completely bald? No middle ground!

Having seen Troll, I’ll go bald, thanks.

FF – A World of Wonder

September 22, 2021 63 comments

Here is my post for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Liz Young.

Copyright Liz Young

Lights flickering, reflections, so beautiful, so mesmerising. Enticing me from everyday life into another world, a world of light, a world of fascination and wonderment. A world of endless possibilities, a world where I can be who I want to be.

I am removed from this mundane world! Away from crass consumerism! I am a child of light! I am…

… ooh ooh ooh, Trickles Department Store has a two for one on cosmetics! Gotta let everyone know! Twitter, Facebook, Instagram…

Tappity tappity tap…

Now, where was I? Oh yes. A child of light, floating in dreams…

FF – Not Safe Anywhere

September 15, 2021 54 comments

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

Copyright Krista Strutz

Ah, the bustle of the big city, all of life happening around me, walking along eating my pizza slice, some kids on the corner, looking at me funny, coming right at me!

Woohooo!

“Hey, my lunch! Come back with my lunch! I’ve had enough of the city.”

Much later…

Ah, the quiet of nature, beauty all around me, paddling along eating my packed lunch, a huge bird on a log, looking at me funny, coming right at me!

Squaaaaak!

“Hey, my lunch! Come back with my lunch! I’ve had enough of nature.”

😦 Not safe anywhere 😦

FF – The Full Countryside

September 8, 2021 54 comments

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

I did go looking for my post for this photo from 2014 and eventually found it. But I decided to write a new one as it was a bit of a downer.

Copyright Sandra Crook

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FF – Seasons

September 1, 2021 64 comments

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

Copyright Penny Gadd

Spring, and the river runs clear, Nature’s canvas. The world begins.

Summer, and the river teems with life. The world flourishes.

Autumn, and the river fears. Its creatures die, choking on Man’s effluence. The world teeters.

Winter, and the river mourns. Putrid sickness flows sluggishly to empty seas. The world dies.

Spring, and the river flows clear. New life appears. The world, reborn. A second chance.

Special guest image! Menacuddle Well near St Austell, this morning.

FF – Twisted

August 25, 2021 46 comments

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

Copyright Brenda Cox

It could happen anywhere. At any time. To anyone.

It had started two years ago. The folding of the fabric of reality. Nobody really understood it, not even the scientists, though everyone unanimously agreed that “something had gone wrong somewhere”.

Look at that poor cyclist. Riding along, minding their own business and suddenly they’re at one with the wall. What a way to go.

It’s not always fatal. One time, a prominent politician got so reconfigured he ended up literally talking out of his ass.

No-one noticed for a month.

The world’s always been a bit twisted though, I guess.