Category Archives: Short Story

Free eBook from Friday to Tuesday

My book is FREE on Amazon from tomorrow Friday 20th July.
Until Tuesday 24th July Midnight – Midnight? -it’s the way amazon does this.

“A brisk walk in the Botanic Gardens before breakfast stimulates the mind for a good murder.’

This is not Sherlock Holmes, but I challenge you to not think about him as you read the stories.
Read the reviews on Amazon and Goodreads. I am biased when I say these stories are great entertainment – please let me know how you get on.

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The Case of The Mahjong Dragon 

The Paperback is available for loan through the British Library.

 

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The Trappist Zone

Friday Fictioneers

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PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

The Trappist Zone

George, the transporter is landing.
Will I miss this place?
We did our best George, we must start over, a new beginning.
I feel a failure; all the destruction and greed.
Oh, George, remember the woolly mammoth.
Downhill since then. Where did we go wrong?
We gave them dreams and intelligence. Our experiment had potential.
Yes, we did very well, but should we just abandon them?
It’s too late, they are out of control; a self-consuming infestation.
George, the bag?
Yes, all human goodness, fully packed.
Think of our next creation; “Mensch”.
A perfect ideal; the Trappist Zone is ready.

Endangered Species

Friday Fictioneers

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PHOTO PROMPT © Jean L. Hays

Endangered Species

It was hot and stuffy hiding in the cellar and after days of waiting Marcie saw one.
It sauntered past, composed, confident and majestic in a fine metallic plumage.
Marcie and Mary shuddered, the trap was set.
The Pheasant paced back and forth guarding the building, it had alerted Species Control about the find. Hurry, it had reported, before the humans attempt an escape.
Mary gripped Marcie’s hand, to stop her shaking. Why did these giant Pheasants find female flesh such an addictive delicacy?
Worse; why had they volunteered to bait them?
A man’s idea! The last women on Earth.

 

Psycho Creek

Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Friday Fictioneers

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PHOTO PROMPT © Karen Rawson

Psycho Creek

Where ‘re you going Norman.
Mother, I’m getting firewood, it’s cold.
Norman! don’t be going into the creek, to them hussy girls.
Mother! There ain’t no girls. Not since —
I’m just saying Norman, they did no good.
Why can’t I Mother, why can’t I . . . just once, Mother?
I don’t want hussys in our house Norman. Don’t you love me?
Yes Mother. Here’s your steak, as we like it.
Three plates? Norman you’ve got a hussy I want her out! out!
She’s gone, Mother, she’s in the creek.
Good boy, Norman.
Mother, I’ll fetch us the steak knife.

Silicon Valley

 

Friday Fictioneers

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PHOTO PROMPT © Jan Wayne Fields

Silicon Valley

What a fantastic view, Holmes

Look Watson! the original tree of life and knowledge.

Too late, Holmes, it has withered and died.

Nonsense, we will transport it anew into the valley.

I wonder if the Tequila and Mexican stink-weed has sent Holmes deep into lunacy.

Can’t you see, Holmes, the land is dry, nothing grows.

Silicon ,Watson, from which man will build our future. This tree is the inspiration for generations to build my time machine, bit by bit.

It’s the heat, Holmes, have some water.

From Silicon Valley through the ‘Gates of Time’, I will find the elusive Doctor.

Marcel Loves Christine

Friday Fictioneers

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PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

Warning, sinister tone.

Marcel Loves Christine.

Marcel watched Christine from his vantage point. He slammed his binoculars into his backpack. Tears welled, he pinched his nose to check his anger as revenge rattled down his spine.

Forgiveness for Christine, but the man must be eliminated. He means nothing and like the others will die.

Previous girls squirmed and bled, because they wouldn’t love him.

Marcel craved Christine.

He watches and stalks, close, behind her in the bus, in the supermarket aisle. He smells her and urges to stroke her body, to drink in her aura. Marcel is convinced she loves him, but she doesn’t know; YET!. 

Dreaming of the Tardis

Friday Fictioneers – Friday 23rd March

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Photo Prompt by Björn Rudberg

Dreaming of the Tardis.

‘Ambiguous?’
Holmes ignored me and peered through his binoculars. ‘At last we have her lair.’
‘Same sign again, Holmes.’
‘A mere ploy, Watson.’ He pointed to the distant ridge. ‘The Tardis! we have her. Oh boy, Watson, the Doctor is here.’ He strode on along the track.
For the hundredth time the ridge came into view, as we reached the same sign on this same spot.
Is there no escape from this repetitive nightmare? I was dehydrated following Holmes on this circular looped track.
‘The Tardis!’
Next time round, I will push him off and jump to jolt myself awake.

Float Like a Butterfly. Sting like a Bee.

Friday Fictioneers –  2nd March Prompt

“Float like a butterfly. Sting like a bee.”

Twenty years ago, they carried Mikey out in a black bag.
A wasted young life.
We were just kids, dreaming of; “Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee”.
I had won the County lightweight title, we were elated, but Mikey was pissed off and jealous. He exerted his temper by hitting out.
Our coach calmed him, but Mikey broke his nose. Mikey hit me, knocking a tooth out.
It was my skipping rope knotted around Mikey’s throat.
I DID NOT do it. The judge didn’t care.
The place looks the same, I’ve changed. “What a waste of a young life”.

A Friend in Need

100 Word Wednesday – Bikurgurl

 

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Photo by Savs

A friend in need

Diane’s right, it’s lonely on that ranch by Alpine Springs.
She couldn’t ride in her condition; on the trail rounding up wild shorthorns around Badger Creek.
It sure broke my heart to see her cry when we lost our unborn.
Where the hell was I when she needed me!
Two weeks, branding them darn bullocks.
Burned my heart beyond despair as she told me, her pretty face all gutted up.
She’s a tough one, still I guess we need to mourn.
Tobacco Joe handed me one of his retriever pups.
Hope Diane’s still home and not left for Denver.