Saturday, August 16, 2014

Laughter and Sorrow

Copyright Jan Wayne Fields
Grandad often reminisced about his elder brother, a man whose laughter could fill a room and spread contagiously amongst his audience. 

Born to the wealthy landed gentry he flitted through life charming everyone he met.  Ever the prankster they still talk about the day he flew a pair of underpants on the Town Hall’s mast head. 

Yet behind the bluster hid a man troubled by demons within.  Later while his face crinkled in a wry smile the sorrow would flirt at the edges.  Till one day he locked himself in the study and shut the door on his life forever. 


Written for 
Friday Fictioneers. Word Count : 100

 With the events of this past week I have a feeling that this episode of the Fictioneers might have a similar theme running through it.  The black dog visits some of us and they need all the help and support that we can give them.
R.I.P Robin Williams! It's hard to pay an adequate tribute to an artiste who gave us so much. 


Wednesday, August 06, 2014

A Fine State of Affairs

Copyright-Björn Rudberg

Contrary to popular legend it wasn’t a Prince who first discovered a path to Sleeping Beauty’s castle

Council records indicate many bailiffs had been sent to the King’s last known address.  Of which three were eaten by Ogres, five turned to toads and two preyed upon by the big bad wolf.

It was Tom who finally served the castle a notice under ‘Sec. 41 -1 0.4 Clearing of weeds, garbage and waste from property.’ 

He was the first to go though the jungle, the vast trees and the entwined bushes and brambles.  The fine remained unpaid for another ninety-nine years.


Written for 
Friday Fictioneers. Word Count : 100

Ok so it's back to the silly season for this week.  Maybe the music will make it better.

Wednesday, July 30, 2014


PHOTO PROMPT- Copyright Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

I see the ground slipping away as we ascend. Terra Firma the solid earth; firm ground, far below.

The land that shaped me, the one that tugs the heartstrings, Motherland. I see rivers, towns, and the vastness of its uninhabited stretches. I feel it within myself through the blood coursing through my veins, whispering, “we made you”.

Leaving behind a part of me, and the family ties that bind. Soon I will be soaring through the sky, the land a distant memory away. Till my destination draws near and I see the land that defines me now welcoming me home.

Written for Friday Fictioneers. Word Count : 100

Initially I was going to be lazy and use an extract from this The Blue Sky but then decided to do some work instead.

Saturday, July 26, 2014

Hot Sauce

PHOTO PROMPT Copyright – Marie Gail Stratford

Our school’s groundsman Patrick was a straight meat and two veg man.  In the years before he retired I never saw him venture outside the confines of his traditional fare.

So when I bumped into him at the local Asian grocery store, I expressed my surprise.

“The wife wanted to get some ingredients for tonight” he sheepishly replied.

Wife? The bachelor boy had succumbed to the charms of a young Asian bride.

I glimpsed our old librarian Miss Wordsworth.  What a bit of gossip to tell her.

“Yes, Miss Wo.., er, Emily and I got married last month” he gushed.


Written for Friday Fictioneers. Word Count : 100

A photo prompt of my favourite sauce and I nearly didn't write a blog entry this week.  Writing motivation is a separate story in itself.  Actually the Siricha Sauce was in the news recently but I decided to go another way.

Wednesday, July 16, 2014

A Taxing Time

In the end it was the Troll that did the damage to the Gruff brothers.

Yeah I know you’ve heard that story where Big Billy Goat Gruff slammed into the Troll and tossed him into the raging stream.

What damage you ask?  Well while it’s true that the Troll liked nothing better than to eat a nice juicy Billy Goat, he was also the resident toll collector.  So when Billy dumped the Toll collector into water the revenues stopped coming in.  The Gruff brothers ate the books but IRS charged them for tax evasion and put them out to pasture.

Written for Friday Fictioneers. Word Count : 100

It's that time of the year again when a person's fancy turns to lodging tax returns.

Thursday, July 10, 2014

Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds

PHOTO PROMPT – Copyright – Kelly Sands
As he lay upon the grassy knoll and gazed at the clouds above, Kevin was aware of a face looking down upon him.  He recognised it from the visions he had, the voice booming down like the distant rumbling of thunder.

“Kevvo mate how ya goin?  Ya lazy drongo get off ya bum and do something ya slacker”.

Really?  The big guy in the sky nags likes all the Sheilas in his life.

“Don't get your knickers in a knot big guy, it’s all good”.

Kevin blew a cloud of smoke in the air.

“Damn this shit is good”.


Written for Friday Fictioneers. Word Count : 100

I might not approve of what Kevin does but then fictional creations have a life of their own. Have made an update to the story to change it from the obvious to an implied reference now.
Here is the the link to the reference to the Beatle's song

Thursday, July 03, 2014

The Kingdom's End

Copyright – Claire Fuller

My father was a king who ruled with an iron fist.  Set up on a pedestal by his doting queen who remained blind to his transgressions.  We were his underlings catering to his every whim. 

My sisters fled first, from this kingdom of fear, breaking the shackles that enslaved their minds.  Only I remained to serve till I too broke free.

Yet I would return after the decay had set in.  Still on a pedestal but the passage of time had not been kind. His past exposed and the image tarnished.  The edifice was crumbling and restoration now beyond hope.


Written for Friday Fictioneers. Word Count : 100

An old king lost his crown and a lot more this week.  I thought the tarnished statue an appropriate starting point for this week's post.