Wednesday, May 27, 2015

Sting in the Tale

PHOTO PROMPT © Douglas M. MacIlroy
“Grandpa what is that?”

“That my boy was a dangerous predator I encountered when I was a Storm Trooper.”

“Were you in the Star Wars? Is that even real?”

“Of course it is child you can’t make those things up.”

“It looks ugly”

“It’s vicious and powerful with a poisonous tail. The poison doesn’t kill you but stops you from running away while it eats you.”

“How did you kill it?”

“It was about to eat Grandma so I was able creep up and stab it with my lightsabre”

“You saved Grandma?”

“Sadly I did dear child, sadly I did.”

Written for the Friday Fictioneers  Word Count : 100.  
To read what the other Storm Troopers are upto go here.  

A “Dialogue-only” story this week, something I normally avoid but hopefully it works this time.

Saturday, May 23, 2015

The Morning Song

PHOTO PROMPT – © Santoshwriter
Sunrise to me is a time of quiet reflection.  I watch tiny droplets of dew glistening in the early morning sun and am reminded of the poet’s words “Let your life lightly dance on the edges of Time like dew on the tip of a leaf”.

It’s a time to be grateful for nature’s bounty that nourishes us.

Yet poets weep at the arrival of dawn in Aubades as a lovers’ lament.

I turn to go indoors hoping last night’s salad of hemlock worked as planned.

Written for the Friday Fictioneers  Word Count : 100.  
To browse through the rest of the Friday Fictioneer's foliage go here.  

The two poets quoted above are Jalaluddin Rumi and RabindranathTagore.  While I was able to get the link for the Rumi quote, I could not get a direct link for Tagore's poem so here it is:

TO the guests that must go bid God's speed and brush away all traces of their steps.
Take to your bosom with a smile what is easy and simple and near. 
To-day is the festival of phantoms that know not when they die. 
Let your laughter be but a meaningless mirth like twinkles of light on the ripples. 
Let your life lightly dance on the edges of Time like dew on the tip of a leaf. 
Strike in chords from your harp fitful momentary rhythms. 

And if hemlock and poetry are mentioned then it is only fitting that I include a link for Ode to a Nightingale.

Finally nature is beautiful but can be deadly too

Wednesday, May 13, 2015

Living in a Silo

PROMPT -© Marie Gail Stratford

When I was a child my mother showed me a photograph of a silo on her uncle’s farm.  Fascinated by the cylindrical building, I asked if she had ever played in it.

She explained patiently the hidden dangers on the farm.  Kids would never enter a silo or grain bin unsupervised, as it's easy to be trapped by flowing grain and suffocate.  

"But that didn’t stop us from exploring it alone," she said with a huge grin on her face.

She flashed that same grin when I visited last week.

"Visiting someone?" she asked and continued chatting with the attendant.

Written for the Friday Fictioneers  Word Count : 100.  

To read what is happening in the other silos you need to go here.  

Wednesday, May 06, 2015

The Supplier

PHOTO PROMPT – © Madison Woods

“Whaddya want turdface?” the hulk glowered at me.

Turdface, so our resident walking advertisement for steroids is educated.  Shitface is what I expected around these parts.  I choose the meek demeanour.

“I was told to ask you for clean water sir”.

A crafty avaricious look appears on his face and he looks me up and down.

“Did they tell you there is a cost fugly?”

Everything has a price in this cloistered world that I now inhabit.  Be it food, bedding or any little luxury that you desire.  Clean water is mine.

“Yes sir, I’ll be in your room tonight.”

Written for the Friday Fictioneers  Word Count : 100.  

To read what the other inmates have been writing you need to go here.  

Unfortunately it is true that corruption is a significant factor in human rights violations in many criminal justice systems, but then there are those where along with corruption it reads like a soap opera.

Wednesday, April 29, 2015

Lost in Translation

PHOTO PROMPT – © Dee Lovering

In 1992 Christopher Columbus informed his parents that he was dropping out of university and would be travelling to an ashram in India in order to find himself.  

Financially secure, thanks to a trust fund setup by his late grandmother; he ranted against growing materialism and expressed a desire for a simpler life.

Three months later the consulate in Bahamas contacted his parents, Chris was in the prison charged with being drunk and disorderly.

In 1492 Columbus set sail in a search of a shorter route to India.  He remains till date probably the only man rewarded for getting lost.

Written for the Friday Fictioneers  Word Count : 100.  

To go on a journey with the other fictioneers you need to go here.  Each one leads to the right destination.

Thursday, April 23, 2015

Seeking Stars

PHOTO PROMPT – © Douglas M. MacIlroy
After the snowstorm I stepped out under the pink hued sky.  The land was shrouded under a blanket of white, a place where only dedicated star gazers live. 

“Daddy is Grandma a star in the sky now?”

At night we huddle around telescopes staring at the night sky.

“Daddy do you think I too will be a star one day?”

I ran away from the city when the silence drove a wedge between her mother and me. Homing in on celestial lights I discover stars, nebulas, a cluster and even cold distant galaxies at the far reaches of the universe.

Written for the Friday Fictioneers  Word Count : 100

In memory of my parents whose 53rd anniversary would have been tomorrow.

The Friday Fictioneers stars themselves have been adding to the galaxy of stories.

I've been writing this while listening to some wonderful music which I must share with you.