Friday Fictioneers – About Face

31 01 2013

Hello Friday Fiction type people. How are you today? Ready for another ripping yarn? A tale of daring-do? Maybe zombies again? Well tough, ‘cos that’s not what your getting this week. Instead, a simple tale of two people struggling to get along. Something we can all identify with I’m sure. Not that it’s like that round here of course, oh no. In fact it’s wonderfully peaceful this week. But then again … she’s gone away for a few days! Boom boom.

Big thank you to Claire Fuller for providing this week’s photo prompt. It immediately triggered my opening (slightly coarse) line. And a big thank you to Rochelle for organising. Visit Rochelle’s blog if you’d like to know more about the ever expanding Friday Fictioneers group.

Copyright Claire Fuller

About Face

“You two-faced, lying bastard!”

“Eh?”

“I know what you’re up to,” she continued. “Do you think I’m stupid? I’ve seen you sneaking around on Facebook inviting girls down the pub behind my back!”

“I can explain …”

“I don’t want to hear your pathetic excuses!”

“Stop!” She paused in mid-rant, mouth open, eyes blazing. “This is for you,” I said as I passed her a small, long gift-wrapped box. “I was saving it for your surprise party, but seeing as …”

With trembling hands she slipped off the paper and opened the box.

“Carbide tipped chisels. How did you know?”







Friday Fictioneers – Interview

24 01 2013

Hello world. The Friday Fictioneers are a collection of people who love to write 100 words of fiction on a Friday. I’m no writer, but I joined in just for the fun of it. Why not have a go? Visit Rochelle’s blog to find out more.

This weeks photo prompt is shown below. Sun, sand, palm trees … only one thing missing … zombies!

Copyright Renee Homan Heath

Extract from interview with Corp. Brian ‘Zed-Bait’ Duffey – June 14th, 2015

My job was to let them catch a glimpse of me, then hightail it back to the squad. Sure enough, they would soon follow; shuffling and moaning.

This one time they were on the beach, see? All dressed up in their cruising finery: dinner jackets and evening dresses, ruined from walking back to land. As each pallid corpse came down the path, a single shot to the forehead took it down, only for the next one to crawl over the twitching body. The pile would get higher and higher, until finally… no more zombies.

But there were always more zombies.

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This weeks inspiration came from recently reading the excellent World War Z (An Oral History of the Zombie War), by Max Brooks.  It’s now been turned into a blockbuster movie starring Brad Pitt, and is out this summer.







Friday Fictioneers – Happy Hanukkah

18 01 2013

Friday Fictioneers – 100 words of fiction based on a photo prompt, ably orchestrated by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.

Copyright Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Happy Hanukkah

‘Peewee’ Malone picked up the telephone receiver and used his fat fingers to dial.

“I done the hit like you asked, boss. Whacked him with his own menorah. I said,  ‘Happy Hanukkah, chum!’ Took it as a souvenir.”

“Menorah?” queried the disembodied voice on the other end of the line. “He wasn’t Jewish! West 81st, yeah?”

“No problem. You warned me about that, so I wrote ‘West’ on my left hand so I couldn’t get confused.”

Pause.

“You live in Yonkers, right? So let me see if I got this right, you travel south to Manhattan?”

“Uh … yep.”

“Idiot!”







BCF Month#2 – Prompt 1

11 01 2013

Business Card Fiction.  Does what it says on the tin. Write a piece of fiction (based on a photo prompt) on the back of a business card. Visit BCF to see all the rules and regs.

This is the photo prompt:

And here is my submission:

BCF002a - Give and Take





Friday Fictioneers – And Shuddering Fear

10 01 2013

Friday Fiction time. I found it really hard this week to generate an idea. Not easy to twist two cellos in a box into a sci-fi masterpiece. I also heard a rumour they’re not cellos, but I was way too far down the road by then!  So I went for a walk and came up with the idea of trying to write a murder mystery in 100 words. Not sure I really succeeded, but it was fun trying. As for the title, it’s from a Shakespeare quote, look it up later.

Copyright Roger Cohen

And Shuddering Fear

The Detective Inspector crouched to examine the body. Blood oozed slowly from a puncture wound to the woman’s neck.

“Mary Wickham, Sir,” said his subordinate. “Principal cellist with the Hexford Philharmonic. Was due to perform Elgar’s Cello Concerto in E minor tonight.”

“Suspects?” the Inspector asked.

“Five. A harpist, two cornet players, a percussionist and another cello player. Shall I bring them in?”

“No.”

“Sir?”

“Music speaks to the soul, in this case a dark one. These fibres on the edge of the wound look like horsehair. The wound was made by a cello bow. Somebody had ambitions. Arrest that cellist!”

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Friday Fictioneers – Sci-Fi – The Arrival

5 01 2013

Better late than never, here’s my submission to this week’s Friday Fictioneers. Will try and get back on track with the submitting and visiting next week. Happy New Year!

Copyright Lora Mitchell

The Arrival

The children jumped about and laughed, cavorting in the cold night air. The adults cheered and waved as four pink bubbles – the creation of some exotic physics – slowly expanded in the darkening sky like giant nocturnal flowers slowly unfurling their petals in the moonlight.

The crowd fell silent as the gateways opened to reveal the expected ships. Long, grey and featureless they emerged slowly from iridescent tunnels and drifted silently out over the waiting city.

They promised us progress. They promised us a future. They promised us they were friends.

And then the screaming started.