Tag Archives: Humour

Nightmare in the City

Friday Fictioneers

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PHOTO PROMPT © Liz Young

Nightmare in the City.

I am not sleeping, who does?
Robotically, I am on the train at six am, and transfer to the tube. I stop at Costa’s, the girl who serves is an Android on a vocal loop.
I sit at my station at exactly nine am.
Nothing happens.
At twelve pm the Android serves reconstituted Panini.
Nothing happens.
At five pm I catch the tube then, I am on the train again at six am.
I’m not asleep; the rat catcher won’t trap me.
The race is on and the Costa Android winks. She feeds dirty rats in the city.
Nothing happens.

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Invisible

Friday Fictioneers

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PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll

Invisible.

Do you appreciate how I enhance your life? Providing miracles as if done by magical hands, as an unsung hero I work to deliver your dreams and sooth away the mayhem of your hopeless stress.

I’d laugh with joy and happiness as you open my gifts, and even sit up with you through the nights to nurse away your fever and flu. Do you notice?

The explosion took my leg during the marathon, but now all you see is the prosthetic and sigh with pity.

Yet, I have not changed and remain the same; your loving, unappreciated invisible man.

 

 

 

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.

 

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.

Holiday Trek

100 Word Wednesday: Week 66

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Photo by Bikurgurl

Holiday Trek

A holiday of our lifetime, she said.

Those words ring in my mind and at night the howler monkeys join in.

This trek, to meet the Sapanahua tribe deep in the Amazon forest, has become a nightmare.

Janet left a note; “I need time to myself to follow a different path in my career. Sorry, but it’s goodbye George.” She took the canoe and supplies.

What a headache I had after the ayahuasca tea she made and I slept like a log. It’s been twelve days and the Sapanahua are tracking me. Are they friendly or like me, very hungry?

 

Romeo and Juliet – Cancun Style

Three Line Tales, Week 115

Romeo and Juliet – Cancun style.

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photo by Ronaldo Santos via Unsplash

Oh Pedro my spider man, at last we are alone.

Si, me amor, let us elope my darling Rosita, while we are young.

The door! Quick, the cup, Pedrito. My father is home.

Yew Tree Memorial

Friday Fictioneers.

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PHOTO PROMPT © Fatima Fakier Deria

Yew Tree Memorial

In our eulogies, we promised to gather beneath the yew and play canasta.
Our descendants keep the place fresh and painted in the summer
and, in our honour, they place the cards.
I dislike their stinking cigars.
They have forgotten we played outside in the fresh air away from satanic dens and we thanked the Lord for our community spirit, friendly companionship and enjoyment in life.
We cough and splutter as their foul smoke drifts through the branches disturbing eternal peace, we wait for sundown.
In eons, we have evolved our wisdom and take our seats to play Battlestar Galactica.

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.

My Darling Morag

My Darling Morag – Only 100 Words

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photo by Jacco Rienks via Unsplash

My Darling Morag

In a fit of magical rage, an act of indignant revenge, I cursed my darling Morag for her infidelity. I transformed my wife, whom I still love, into this docile bovine creature. She was once a beautiful red head, wild and feisty in her youth, see how she has matured to a tough and horny beast.
Each morning I stroke her head and I cringe at my rash decision – I kiss her sloppy nose and I promise, I will return to Hogwarts and complete my wizardly training.
First, I must deal with Angus. I’m thinking, perhaps a slimy fire-bellied toad.