Wednesday, May 21, 2014

Dancing With Remembrance

In his twilight years my father was often enveloped in a mist that took him away from the rest of us.

Time would slip away as he struggled to find us in the haze that clouded his mind.   Old fools are babes again never rang so true.  It was as if a cold winter’s chill had descended into our lives during a balmy summer day.

Still there were moments when the mist would lift and the rolling hills would appear over the horizon.  The dew soaked grass would glisten with an emerald hue and he danced anew with remembered beauty.

Written for Friday Fictioneers. Word Count : 100

Such a beautiful photo prompt this week.  I'll be reading the wonderful interpretations from rest of the tribe - the dark, the witty, the sad, the imaginative stories that make their way this week. 

Friday, May 16, 2014

The Return of the Black Sheep

Copyright Sandra Crook
Seeing the farm again dredged up memories within the recesses of my mind.  Incidents, from days gone by, now entrenched in popular culture.  I can’t deny the impact of being lost and left alone.  She may have found it a joke but it was terrifying.  Even now I wake up in the middle of night as if someone is tacking a tail to me.

They called me a black sheep for leaving but the truth is that I could never be a part of the herd.   In my BMW I wonder how Little Bo Peep will react to my return.

Written for Friday Fictioneers. Word Count : 100

I wasn't sure if I had the time to bleat a story this week but I am sure you've herd that before.  Looking at the photo I realised that sometimes even Black Sheep can transform their lives.

Thursday, May 08, 2014

The Lost Civilisation

Copyright -B. W. Beacham
The lost civilisation of Atlantis is idealised as an advanced, utopian society holding wisdom that could bring world peace.

Many regard Plato’s dialogue about Atlantis as the most credible account of the ancient lost civilisation. 

Plato tells a tale about a moral, spiritual people who lived for generations with a divine nature within them. But they became full of avarice and unrighteous power.  Zeus perceiving the plight of a once honourable race gathered the Gods to inflict punishment on them,

However, archaeological evidence now suggests that it was a lack of shopping cart etiquette that caused the civilisation to fail.

Written for Friday Fictioneers. Word Count : 100

What lies beneath?  A prompt can take you so so many different places.  I see still waters over a raging current unseen.  Tales of torment and mystery.  But I leave those stories in the able hands of the FF community.  That dumped shopping cart also reminds me of the end of civilisation debates that the abandoned carts seem to generate. 

Thursday, May 01, 2014

Beam me up Scotty

Copyright – Renee Heath
How safe is this transporting device?

Well Dr. Emory Erickson built this one in 2121 and tested it on himself. 

I hear rumors of Transporter psychosis?

baQa!  Our transporters are approved for Biomatter.

And re-materialization?

Sir, we can reassemble any object successfully.  Do you still wish to travel to the 21st quadrant?

You’ve convinced me. I’ll give it a go. 

Please step into the device and say the magic words.

Beam me up operator.

The transporter pad in the 21st quadrant flickered.  Rivulets of white bio-matter oozed out of the pod.

Frinx!  Erase your travel logs we have another malfunction.

Written for Friday Fictioneers. Word Count : 100

There are so many stories to tell and it amazes me how many different tangents a photo prompt can take.  The variety of genres on display at Friday Fictioneers is amazing - crime, fantasy, horror, mystery, romance -  the list just goes on and on.  I was going to go the flickering candle route initially but went a totally different way instead.