Friday Fiction: I Love It When You Do That Thing

I almost didn’t make it this week. I wrote a piece about a couple of librarians who start a band, but every time one of them opens their mouth to sing, the other tells them to be quiet. It didn’t work, was way too long, and offended my ex-librarian husband, so I dumped it and did this one instead. Hope you like it 🙂

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Copyright - Bjorn Brudberg
Copyright – Bjorn Brudberg

 

I Love It When You Do That Thing

Bernie was strumming away on his mandolin-lute thingy.

‘When I play my mandolin-lute thingy,’ he said. ‘It’s like all my troubles just melt away, know what I mean?’

Luke nodded, plucking at the strings of his guitar. ‘Totally. When I play, it’s like I’m transported to foreign lands, with sandy beaches and a warm Mediterranean breeze.’

The barmaid leant over the table. ‘Boys,’ she said, in a sultry voice. ‘When you play, it’s like all my dreams come true.’

‘It is?’

‘Sure, because everyone else leaves double-quick and I get to go home early. Now drink up and bugger off.’

 

(100 words)

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Friday Fiction: An Unfortunate Face

Morning all! I should probably apologise for this one in advance – I don’t really believe in ugliness, not of face anyway, but this was what I saw when I got the prompt. Blame my tiny, twisted mind 😀

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Copyright - Douglas M. MacIlroy
Copyright – Douglas M. MacIlroy

An Unfortunate Face

Some people are just too ugly for words, so you have to resort to non-words like ‘bleurgh’ and ‘yeeesh’. Greg was one such unlucky soul, his mother fainted when he was born, twice, and several times thereafter when he caught her unawares.

Then Greg’s father bought him an antique diver’s helmet for his birthday, and it transformed his life. Finally, he could hold his head up high (with his hands, anyway).

Every year they would ceremoniously lift the helmet to see if there was any improvement.

‘Sorry, son,’ said his dad, as his mother hit the floor. ‘Maybe next year…’

(100 words)

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Friday Fiction: Spring Cleaning in Santa Zita

I’ve got the day off work today, so plenty of time to dedicate to a fantastic foray into Friday Fiction (sorry, I seem to have gone alliteration-mad lately).

Last week I cheated massively by hyphenating the entire last sentence, but this week I’ve been good and there’s not a single hyphen (even though I was sorely tempted).

Oh, and despite my threats, Helena, nobody dies this week 🙂
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Copyright D Lovering

Spring Cleaning in Santa Zita

The townsfolk of Santa Zita were a bunch of lazy bastards who couldn’t be arsed to maintain the exteriors of their homes. Instead, once a year, the mayor selected a handful of men to accompany him on a pilgrimage to the highest mountain in the land, to pray to the Great Cleaning Lady In The Sky.

‘Oh Majestic Domestic,’ they implored, poetically. ‘Grace us with the lustre of your giant feather duster!’

‘And wear that French Maid outfit again!’ the mayor squeaked, barely containing his excitement.

And the men sat on the mountain, eyes to the skies, and waited.

 

(99 words)

Saint Zita is the patron saint of maids and domestic servants. So we know who to pray to when we’ve run out of clean undies 🙂

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Friday Fiction: Britain’s Burly Boy Bake Off

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Copyright – Kent Bonham

Britain’s Burly Boy Bake Off

Mary bit into the cake. On paper, Britain’s Burly Boy Bake Off had seemed like TV Gold – take a load of larger-than-life lads and stick them in a studio baking cakes. Some weren’t bad cooks either, Mary took another bite. Delicious.

But under the heat of the studio lights, things were going badly wrong, Bob “the Butcher” Branning’s butterscotch bombe had melted, giving it a pre-digested look, and Ten-Tonne-Tony’s tarte tatin was a disaster.

Still, the cake was nice. Mary took another bite. Very nice. And it made Mary care less. A lot less. Funny-floaty cake, Mary thought, funny-floaty-fluffy cake. Mmmm-funny-floaty-what’s-in-this-cake-anyway-i-need-more-cake-because-i’m-suddenly-very-very-peckish…

 

(100 words)

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Friday Fiction: The Wind in the Woods

I don’t normally go with the first idea that pops into my head, but this story practically wrote itself …

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Copyright-John Nixon

The Wind In The Woods

‘Freeze everybody! Someone’s coming!’ They all held their positions as a lone rambler approached.

Willow’s weekly Yoga For Trees classes were a huge success (she was even thinking about branching out), but they were going to have to find a more secluded spot. The constant human interruptions were an irritation.

A long, low, mournful creak broke the silence, followed by the pungent smell of rotting leaves and bark mulch. The rambler held her nose and hurried on her way.

‘I’m so sorry,’ Cherry said, her pink blossom darkening a couple of shades, ‘I just couldn’t hold it in any longer.’

(100 words)

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Friday Fiction: A Hundred Coffee Cups

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Copyright -Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
Copyright -Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

A Hundred Coffee Cups

Upstairs in the dilapidated building, barricaded in, protected from outsiders, the Genius is hard at work. The room is cluttered with whiteboards overloaded with Greek symbols and squiggly lines; a hundred coffee cups sit pointlessly, their contents long since congealed; top-heavy piles of books lie open, copious notes scrawled in the margins.

The Genius is close to solving the question, the Ultimate Question. The answer will change the world, change everything. The tension in the room is palpable, even the pen feels it, as it scribbles harder, faster.  The Genius leaps up.

‘Eureka!’ she yells, ‘That’s it! The answer is-‘

(100 words)

Damn that word count!

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Friday Fiction: Fugly and Fuglier

It’s been a while (again) but I thought I’d give this another go. Hope you like it 🙂

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Copyright Adam Ickes
Copyright Adam Ickes

Fugly and Fuglier

Under the bridge, the trolls, Fugly and Fuglier, were bored and hungry. Nobody had come trip-trapping across in months and they were beginning to lose their troll-mojo.

‘Man!’ said Fugly. ‘I need to get me some goat, like now!’

‘I’m so hungry,’ replied Fuglier. ‘I could eat a horse.’

‘Horse? Ewww! That’s gross. Nobody eats horses.’

‘They do in France,’ said Fuglier, who had travelled extensively in his youth.

‘Seriously?’

‘Mais oui,’ said Fuglier, showing off.

‘Oh shit!’ said Champion (the Wonder Horse), as he gingerly tip-toed back across the bridge and headed downstream to find somewhere safer to cross.

(100 words)

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Friday Fiction: If I Were A Koi

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Copyright - C. Hase
Copyright – Douglas M MacIlroy

If I Were A Koi

After choking to death on a fish-bone at the Happy Plaice, Mr Gove was reincarnated as a funfair goldfish. While some may find this amusing, Mr Gove was decidedly unimpressed. The young girl who won him at the fair skipped along merrily clutching her catch. As Mr Gove bounced about inside the plastic bag, he contemplated his lot.

‘I should’ve been a Koi, at the very least!’ he grumbled. ‘This is an outrage!’

An ill-placed stone, a tumble, a grazed knee and a split bag saw Mr Gove swiftly on to his next incarnation

…as a slug.

When will he learn?

(100 words)

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Disclaimer: Any resemblance between the Mr Gove in the above story and our very own fish-faced Secretary of State for Education, Michael Gove, is of course, entirely accidental. This is despite the fact that Michael Gove deserves to be reincarnated as a fish for screwing with my children’s education. Thanks to his latest ill-timed policy, my daughter’s exams have been cancelled days before she was due to sit them. Well done Mr Gove.  I wish you everything you deserve in this life and the next.

goveOK. Rant over. Let’s have some music. Here’s Beyonce singing the title song to my story: If I Were A Koi.

For those who don’t know, Friday Fictioneers is a challenge to write a 100 word story from a picture prompt. It’s hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, and anyone can play. Thanks for hosting, Rochelle! Check out the link below to see what other fictioneers did with this week’s prompt.

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Friday Fiction: The Piano Whisperer

Happy Anniversary to Rochelle’s special brand of Friday Fiction! I’ve been gone a while, so I’m a bit rusty, but I hope you enjoy my little tale below.

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copyright – Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

The Piano Whisperer

Although they did indeed live side by side on the piano keyboard, Ebony and Ivory did not live together in perfect harmony. They argued constantly, and anyone attempting to play their keys caused a cacophony that attracted cats from miles around.

In desperation, the keyboard’s owner called in the Piano Whisperer. He sat at the keyboard and leant in close.

‘Right you little bastards,’ he hissed. ‘Play nice or it’s off to the under-fives Musical Mayhem group, got it?’

The keyboard responded with a perfect rendition of Beethoven’s Ode To Joy.

And they all lived happily and harmoniously ever after.

(100 words)

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I know I’ve been gone a while…

And I’m not quite back yet. But I will be very soon…

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