Tag: Friday Fictioneers

Friday Fictioneers — Until Death Do Us Part

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Conjoined at the hip, the Siamese twins Jane and Susan reached adolescence and argued about everything, from clothes to boys.

Aged nineteen, Jane fell in love with Christopher, a gardener, who relished nature in all its diversity. He told her, “I dig you, too.”

Susan complained that Christopher smelled of manure and grass cuttings, fining him £10 every time his hands strayed over her body’s side of the boundary.

When it came to the diamond cluster engagement ring — a family heirloom — Susan charged him rent for use of the left-hand Jane didn’t have, threatening to sell the ring if he defaulted.

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Friday Fictioneers: 100 word stories
Photo Prompt: image (c) Santoshwriter

Friday Fictioneers — Dreams & Inventions

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Often my mind returns to those fields where we lay gazing at the sky, sharing our dreams. Why couldn’t you have stayed with me and lived the simple life, tilling the soil, living in harmony with nature?

Instead, you became a scientist employed at a Government research facility, where you invented a device to regulate abnormal cell growth in the human body and cure all forms of cancer.

Terrorists modified the device for war but neither side won.

Us survivors live underground, unable to endure sunlight upon our mutated forms. We live off worms and dream of a time machine.

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Friday Fictioneers: 100 word stories
Photo prompt: image © Marie Gail Stratford

Friday Fictioneers — When Bambi’s Mother Died

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‘That boy of yours is a regular faucet. Tell him to man himself up.’

‘He’s your boy, too.’

‘No, he’s a cry baby. He can’t be mine.’

‘Are you accusing me of having slept around?’

‘Just shut him up, will you?’

‘I asked you a question.’

‘Be a good girl. Make me a cup of tea.’

‘You’re so much your father’s son.’

‘I just want some quiet.’

‘And a repressed son, who keeps his emotions under wrap.’

‘A thirty-year-old crying over Disney movies?’

‘Sensitivity is good.’

‘Not if you drown in your own tears.’

‘Sadly, your tap jammed years ago.’

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Friday Fictioneers: 100 word stories
Photo Prompt: image © Madison Woods

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Friday Fictioneers — The Quick-frozen Bedouin Tribesman

PHOTO PROMPT - © Douglas M. MacIlroy

Settlers from the constellation Canes Venatici arrived on Earth five centuries too late for contact with humans. They’d expected to find a blue and green world teeming with wildlife, but instead found a place of eternal winter.

They searched for answers beneath the snow, as there was little on the surface to show that civilisation had ever existed.

In an excavated block of ice, a human male sat cross-legged. Flesh covered his bones and he had a black beard. Next to him rested a four-legged creature with thick lips, long eyelashes, an extended neck, and a hump on its back.

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Friday Fictioneers: 100 word stories
Photo Prompt: image © Douglas M. MacIlroy

Friday Fictioneers — Squirrel Barbecue

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

That whiskery old hillbilly might own a ladder and hammer. He even has a few odd offcuts of wood knocking about, but he’s bone idle, except when it comes to gambling.

His missus scolds him rotten, “Ricky, when y’ gonna fix that bleeding ‘ole? Them squirrels are driving me nuts!”

And he yells back, “The only ‘ole needs fixing is that mouth of yours.”

I’m so grateful to him for letting me lodge in his attic; for providing such snug roof insulation as bedding for my offspring and yards of PVC wiring insulation for them to play tug of war.

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Friday Fictioneers: 100 word stories
Photo Prompt: image © Roger Bultot