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FF – Resources

April 14, 2021 49 comments

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

Copyright Anne Higa

Maddens shone his multi-phasic light across the alleyway. There – tripolycarbo-urethic fuel, leaking from an overflow. Someone had been careless.

Nasty stuff, usually invisible, cuts straight through flesh.

He turned to the proprietor.

“You! Thank the System your negligence dismembered/killed 17 passers-by or we would never have found this! You are arrested, tried and convicted of resource waste (Resources Act 2057). The sentence is death.”

Bang!

As always post-execution, a queue was forming. He turned to the first.

“Yes, madam?”

“A nice bit of thigh and a kidney, please.”

Police Officer Butcher-Judge Mike Maddens grabbed his cleaver.

Waste not, want not.

FF – Rated PG

April 7, 2021 61 comments

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

Copyright Brenda Cox

Whoooooooshhh!

“We’re here!”

“Why do portals always seem to spit people out in anonymous deserted alleys with foreign writing?”

“It is the way of things. Look, there they are! Take cover!”

Rat-a-tat-a-tat! Bang! Whizz! Pee-ow! Bang! Bang! Rat-a-tat! Hail of bullets! Ka-blam! Rat-a-tat!

“They’re not very good shots, are they?”

“No. They’ve destroyed everything except us. Seems unlikely. Wait a minute…”

“What?”

“Just checking. Ah. I suspected as much.”

“What?”

“We’re rated ‘PG’.”

“’PG’? Oh, man.”

“Yeah. If I can’t grin evilly while snapping someone’s neck I’m not interested.”

“Me neither. I want blood and gore. Let’s portal home.”

“Yep.”

Whoooooooshhh!

FF – Tales from the Tray

March 31, 2021 62 comments

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

Bit cooler out here.

Woof.

Miaow.

Look at you with your baubles. How crass.

You’re one to talk with that huge green scarf.

Woof.

Why am I upside down?

Miaow.

Do I look a bit burned around the edges?

You look fine, dear.

LOOK YE ALL! A HAND COMETH!

Aaaahhhh, a haaaand

JEFF IS CHOSEN!

Aaaahhhh, he is the Chosen One

(munch munch yum munch)

JEFF HAS GONE ABOVE. HE HAS ASCENDED. HE IS WITH THE GODS.

With the Godssssss

(munch munch buuurp aaaahhh, great cookies, dear!)

I hope I’m next to be blessed.

Me too.

Woof.

Miaow.

FF – The Beacon

March 24, 2021 62 comments

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

Copyright Dale Rogerson

The Beacon pulsed, on… off… on… off… it was almost hypnotic.

Almost.

For some it was. Completely. Irresistibly.

As he watched, another unfortunate stumbled towards the Beacon, touching it, exploding into bright white ash. The area around the Beacon was knee deep.

Ash. Dead people.

One day it would be his turn.

Population control, they called it. One day you’d hear the call. Then you’d be gone. Boom. Ash.

He was all for population control. Too many people. Too few resources.

A policy of “free condoms for all” seemed less extreme than blasting people to atoms.

But what did he know?

FF – The Tree

March 17, 2021 56 comments

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

Copyright Liz Young

In a forest of greens and browns, The Tree stood proud. Grey, sickly, it had abided long centuries. Many were the theories.

Had it died long since, but not yet crumbled to dust?

Could it be that dark Magicks flourished within the ground, poisoning its roots? If one were to venture too close, might the dark spells cause one’s head to explode?

Was the tree perhaps cursed, and to linger in its vicinity might cause one’s private unmentionables to wither and die?

One thing we know for sure, and one thing only.

It makes for a bloody good photo.

FF – Extinction Level Event!

March 10, 2021 58 comments

Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by C.E. Ayr and brought to mind a scene near the end of the film “Deep Impact”.

Copyright C.E. Ayr

So quiet, so peaceful, yet moments from the promised meteor strike. He hadn’t watched the whole news story. He’d seen the Hollywood films.

This was the end.

He’d decided to sit and wait for the tsunami, though he’d also taken a strong neurotoxin. He didn’t want to be left, smashed yet alive, the sole survivor. Better to be sure.

He saw a streak of light. A splash. A small wave washed over his feet.

Hmm. Not what he was expecting. Quite a small meteor, then.

In many ways (he pondered as he dropped dead), he shouldn’t have taken the poison.

FF – Dumping Your Missus

March 3, 2021 56 comments

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

Copyright Roger Bultot

How to Dump Your Missus Chapter 1 – Property Disappointment

“We’re here, love of my life, open your eyes!”

“Waaaa! What a shit hole! You bought this without telling me?”

“Come on up, my love. The lift is sadly broken.”

“Urgh. Is that guy dead?”

“Just ignore him, my sweet. He looks perfectly happy there with his syringe.”

“…”

“Hello, little boy, do you live here, and my, what a big knife you have!”

“Eeek!”

“Here we are my sugar-topped cupcake, floor 97 and our new flat!”

“Forget it! The wedding’s off! Goodbye forever, loser!”

Yes, result! Thanks, ‘How to Dump Your Missus’! Now I just have to offload this appalling property…

FF – Teen Love Story

February 24, 2021 56 comments

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

Copyright Dale Rogerson

Teen Love Story

Jimmy stopped and looked at the snow-covered flowers.

Beautiful?

Bedraggled.

Life had lost all colour.

He kicked them, sending snow sparkles flying amongst the trees. He was alone, all alone, and always would be. He knew that now. She had blanked him, his life was over, a pathetic mess…

Bzzz beep!

A text! A text from her!

hey jimmy soz battery died would love to go school winter prom with you pick me up 7 30

Life was beautiful! Jimmy felt like singing! Joy to the world!

Heart bursting with happiness, he headed to the pharmacy to buy some condoms. Game on!

FF – Lawyers Tales – Death in the Company

February 17, 2021 62 comments

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

Copyright Ted Strutz

“Mail call!”

“Great. Let’s see… contracts for the BlimCo merger, transcripts from the Murphy hearing, cremated remains, documents for signing…”

“Wait, what?”

“Murphy hearing.”

“No, the other thing.”

“Cremated remains?”

“Yep.”

“That’ll be Barry. Remember? He refused to move an inch on the Scarlioni property deal so they shot him.”

“Oh yeah.”

“Comes at a good time, actually.”

“How so?”

“It’s started snowing outside. We need something to grit the path.”

“You can’t do that!”

“It’ll be the most useful he’s been since joining the company.”

“True. Go on, then.”

Scatter scatter clink

“Huh. They left the bullet in.”

“Cool.”

FF – Unfinished

February 10, 2021 55 comments

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

Copyright Alicia Jamtaas

“Dude.”

“Dooooode.”

“Hee hee!”

“This is some fine weed, man. Fiiiine.”

“Reeeeeal mellow.”

Puff puff

“I think… I think… I can see time!”

“What does it look like, man?”

“Like, like, swirly whirly colours. Real pretty.”

Puff puuuuuffffff

“I can taste my soul!”

“Far out.”

“I keep thinking we’ve forgotten something.”

“Like what?”

“Like, something we started but didn’t finish.”

“Don’t sweat it, man. Chill.”

Puff. Puff. Puuuufffff.

“Like, if we haven’t finished something, it’s probably okay, right?”

“Yeah, like, what’s the worst that could possibly happen?”

Puff puff puff

KA-BOOM! CRASH! WHOOMP!

“Dude.”

“Dude.”

Puff