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


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Chocolate Mousse

This week’s short story takes a bit of a dive into the ridiculous. It’s what you see that counts when you first view the picture, so as you can guess from the title, I saw a field of chocolate mousse with a stock car topping. Very odd, but as I worked back to how the situation arose, the story just took off from there (No story pun intended).

Anyway, ‘Chocolate Mousse’ is my latest submission for the Friday Fictioneers challenge. Photo prompt this week is courtesy of Jean L Hays.

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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Chocolate Mousse

‘EMALS test fire in ten’

In retrospect, a comically written sign that said ‘Caution, chocolate mousse drowning hazard ahead’ should have been warning enough for Bill. Whoever had thought of using stock cars to shakedown a launch system needed shooting.

‘Five’

Taking a deep breath, Bill cursed the suggestion that shakedowns needed pilots. Live feedback my arse.

‘Four’

Tuning out from the count, Bill focused on the target. Filled with impact foam that resembled chocolate mousse, the car would launch skyward, hopefully to fall bonnet first within the landing zone. As the system engaged, Bill wondered how his career had hit a new low before shouting what had become an informal motto for test pilots around the world.

‘Yippee Ki-yay Mother……’

Notes

EMALS stands for “Electromagnetic Aircraft Launch System” and is under development by the US Navy to launch carrier-based aircraft in place of the conventional steam piston drive.

Shakedown in a testing context refers to a period of testing using real or similar to real word conditions prior to being declared operational.


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Dragon Hunter

After a two month hiatus, I thought it time to again post a piece of flash fiction. Below is my latest submission for the Friday Fictioneers challenge. Photo prompt this week is courtesy of Doug MacIlroy.

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.

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Dragon Hunter

“Gods man, it’s cold up here”.

I nod, returning Jimmy’s comment with a quaint smile. The mountain winds bite, but truth be told, my concern is more the task at hand than anything the mountain can throw at us.

I suspect Jimmy shares this sentiment, for his frost-bitten features reveal the truth, ready for his moment in history. He needn’t wait long, for the great beast soars into view, destiny trailing in its wake.

Even so far above, its form is majestic, leathery wings beating with oppressive force. I cannot help but feel in awe.

Suddenly it dives, hurtling at impossible speed. Watching, hubris is almost our downfall, for its intent is clear.

“Run”.


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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.

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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.

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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.’