Weltchys Notebook

Part Time Writer of Science Fiction and Fantasy. Hopefully a blog for Stories, both Long and Short


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Tales from the Kitchen

This week’s post gains inspiration from my two year son, Teddy, and his fondness of grated cheese and all things sweet. 

Anyway, ‘Tales from the Kitchen’ is my latest submission for the Friday Fictioneers challenge. Photo prompt this week is courtesy of Raina Ng.

I will try to read everyone’s submission, unlike last week where I failed miserably in attempting to read other stories. Sorry if you read, liked or/and commented about mine and I did not return the favour.

Finally, a short word on the weekly challenge. The Friday Fictioneers are a friendly group of online writers from all over the globe who endeavour to create short but fantastical tales with which to enthral and inspire both reader and writer alike. The genres and styles of writing are varied, so there’s something for everyone to be found within its midst.

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Tales from the Kitchen

Tiny hands slammed down into hard wood, accompanied by an eruption of flour and dough that spread quickly to the corners of the kitchen. It was hard to imagine that someone so small could cause such a large mess, but when Teddy was involved, anything was possible.

‘Nana, look!’

The shout was excited, a cute little dictator’s demand that his creation take pride of place. The dough had been cast aside, replaced with a pile of grated cheese smothered in strawberry jam, peanut butter and anchovy. A masterpiece of culinary haphazardry, Teddy scooped up a portion of “Cheesy volcano” with his spoon and offered it to his Grandmother, who already cringed with excitement.

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Scourge of the Seven Seas

Two weeks in a row, what’s going on here then!

Anyway, on with the story telling. Below is my latest submission for the Friday Fictioneers challenge. Photo prompt this week is courtesy of C Hase.

As always, comments are appreciated. I will try to read everyone’s submission, but with submissions reaching triple digits each week, it’s difficult to get round to everyone. Therefore, I try to read those who I follow, or who like / comment my story. I also hit a random selection from the list. You know know what gems you will find.

Finally, a short word on the weekly challenge. The Friday Fictioneers are a friendly group of online writers from all over the globe who endeavour to create short but fantastical tales with which to enthral and inspire both reader and writer alike. The genres and styles of writing are varied, so there’s something for everyone to be found within its midst.

PHOTO PROMPT - © C. Hase

PHOTO PROMPT – © C. Hase

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Scourge of the Seven Seas

‘Take the slack!’

Muscles glistening with sweat, Pollux took hold of the chain and pulled, cold iron digging into flesh as calloused hands sought to halt movement. Grunting with effort, his rally cry was joined by the rest of the crew, desperate men lending strength to stop the chain running away.

With herculean effort, the chain snapped tight, tethering a monstrosity that had plagued the coast for years. A creature of legend, Pollux had stumbled across the dragon with luck, sleeping amongst half eaten carcasses and piles of gold pillaged from countless raids. Dead, the creature would fetch a king’s ransom, but Pollux had something far more adventurous in mind.

‘Quickly lads, tie it down!’


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A Matter of Perspective

Hi Folks, time for another hundred word(ish) submission to the Friday Fictioneers.

Photo prompt this week is courtesy of Erin Leary.

As always, comments are appreciated. I will try to read everyone’s submission, but with submissions reaching triple digits each week, it’s difficult to get round to everyone. Therefore, I try to read those who I follow, or who like / comment my story. I also hit a random selection from the list. You know know what gems you will find.

Finally, a short word on the weekly challenge. The Friday Fictioneers are a friendly group of online writers from all over the globe who endeavour to create short but fantastical tales with which to enthral and inspire both reader and writer alike. The genres and styles of writing are varied, so there’s something for everyone to be found within its midst.

PHOTO PROMPT - © Erin Leary

PHOTO PROMPT – © Erin Leary

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A Matter of Perspective

‘Mushroom’

The answer was subtle yet complex. Driven to comprehend Richard’s answer, I pressed, reiterating a question asked by many through time immemorial.

‘What colour is the dress?’

Richard laughed. ‘It depends on your perspective. All I see is mushroom.’

The dress in question lay behind a security field, allowing the public to view one of the great war’s few remaining artefacts. A period of turmoil, the war had turned cultures inside out as questions of race and religion were stripped bare to reveal the underlying truth; not that it mattered to a dress centuries old. To the dress, history was simply white and gold, a contrast to the black and blue that humankind perceived.


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Fallen from Grace

So, after a couple of months without posting a blog entry, I thought it about time to pull my finger out and hit that all important ‘Publish’ button. This latest submission to the Friday Fictioneers is quite overdue, but hopefully it’s an enjoyable piece.

Photo prompt this week is courtesy of Marie Gail Stratford.

As always, comments are appreciated. I will try to read everyone’s submission, but with submissions reaching triple digits each week, it’s difficult to get round to everyone. Therefore, I try to read those who I follow, or who like / comment my story. I also hit a random selection from the list. You know know what gems you will find.

Finally, a short word on the weekly challenge. The Friday Fictioneers are a friendly group of online writers from all over the globe who endeavour to create short but fantastical tales with which to enthral and inspire both reader and writer alike. The genres and styles of writing are varied, so there’s something for everyone to be found within its midst.

PHOTO PROMPT – © Copyright Marie Gail Stratford

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Fallen from Grace
‘Liar!’

Ulrich flung his sword down in disgust, watching as his cherished blade clattered among it’s discarded fellows. Destined for the firepit, Ulrich’s longsword would be melted down, readied to start afresh on the blacksmith’s anvil.

Shaking his head, Ulrich stepped forward, bringing him face to face with his liege lord.

‘Surrender is not an option.’

Tears ran down Ulrich’s cheeks. ‘Your words, not mine.’

Looking upon the man he had once trusted implicitly, Ulrich sensed his words fell on deaf ears. Filling his mouth with phlegm, Ulrich resolved to part with one final act of defiance.


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Euphoria

Todays submission to the Friday Fictioneers is a return to more darker roots. I have to admit, upon reading this a number of times, I’m not convinced this is my best work. However, better to submit something than nothing. As always, comments are appreciated. I will try to read everyone’s submission, but with submissions reaching triple digits each week, it’s difficult to get round to everyone. Therefore, I try to read those who I follow, or who like / comment my story. I also hit a random selection from the list. You know know what gems you will find.

Finally, a short word on the weekly challenge. The Friday Fictioneers are a friendly group of online writers from all over the globe who endeavour to create short but fantastical tales with which to enthral and inspire both reader and writer alike. The genres and styles of writing are varied, so there’s something for everyone to be found within its midst.

PHOTO PROMPT - Copyright = Douglas M. MacIlroy

PHOTO PROMPT – Copyright – Douglas M. MacIlroy

 

Euphoria

Warmth spreads, a sensation that brings to mind memories of a lazy day, snuggled in blankets, oblivious to the world as it passes by.

Vision blurred, I struggle to see, to wake, from a slumber that feels euphoric. Yet deep down, I know something is wrong.

In the background I hear voices, or maybe screams. Hard to tell, for the noise is drowned out by something closer, something menacing. A constant drone, the sound is numbing, disguising pain that should be felt.

Wake up!

A voice shouts warning. Suddenly, eyes spring open, horror engulfs me.

Trapped. Cocooned.

Above hovers an insect, man-size in proportion. It’s mandibles twitch, intent obvious, for I am to be main course.


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The Grimoire

Seems I have hit a bit of a purple patch with regards to short story writing, so I thought it best to submit another 100 word (ish) submission to the Friday Fictioneers. As they say, make hay whilst the sun shines. Photo prompt this week is courtesy of Randy Mazie.

As always, comments are appreciated. I will try to read everyone’s submission, but with submissions reaching triple digits each week, it’s difficult to get round to everyone. Therefore, I try to read those who I follow, or who like / comment my story. I also hit a random selection from the list. You know know what gems you will find.

Finally, a short word on the weekly challenge. The Friday Fictioneers are a friendly group of online writers from all over the globe who endeavour to create short but fantastical tales with which to enthral and inspire both reader and writer alike. The genres and styles of writing are varied, so there’s something for everyone to be found within its midst.

PHOTO PROMPT - Copyright - Randy Mazie

PHOTO PROMPT – Copyright – Randy Mazie

The Grimoire

“Tonight Gentlemen, we shall be as Gods!”

Arms held aloft, Jimmy smiled wickedly at those gathered round the candlelit table, ready to recite verse from his “appropriated” Grimoire. The book lay open, depicting a scene from Dante’s inferno, whilst underneath, an incantation was scrawled, seemingly in blood.

Looking to his conspirators, Jimmy nodded, confirmation that whatever came next, there was no turning back. Leading the cacophony, Jimmy began, his baritone voice commanding respect as the ritual was joined.

Voices raised, the table reached its zenith, only for an unexpected cough to stop the ritual in it’s tracks.

“Ok lads”, interrupted the Janitor, “Call it a night. Library closes in five minutes.”


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Neil’s Yard

It’s been a few weeks, so I thought it time to submit yet another 100 word (ish) submission to the Friday Fictioneers. Photo prompt this week is courtesy of Clair Fuller.

As always, comments are appreciated. I will try to read everyone’s submission, but with submissions reaching triple digits each week, it’s difficult to get round to everyone. Therefore, I try to read those who I follow, or who like / comment my story. I also hit a random selection from the list. You know know what gems you will find.

Finally, a short word on the weekly challenge. The Friday Fictioneers are a friendly group of online writers from all over the globe who endeavour to create short but fantastical tales with which to enthral and inspire both reader and writer alike. The genres and styles of writing are varied, so there’s something for everyone to be found within its midst.

Claire Fuller (7)

PHOTO PROMPT – Copyright – Claire Fuller

Neil’s Yard

‘Five minutes boss, he’ll be singing like a canary.’

Tommy’s high pitched squeal, mixed with a soft Glaswegian accent, belied his brutish appearance. Knuckles swollen and calloused, Tommy raised his fists to continue. If nothing else, he was enthusiastic.

‘Easy lad. The guy’s trying to talk.’

The subject of Tommy’s wrath was tied to a chair, face bruised from my enforcer’s exertations. Part of me felt sympathy for the guy; he was new to the area and didn’t know the turf. The second-hand car market was a cut throat business and didn’t take kindly to competition. Sometimes, you just had to make a statement.

Waving Tommy back, I indicated for the guy to speak.

‘You win Neil’, he spat through broken teeth. ‘Have the damn furry dice.’