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It Flows Downhill…

PHOTO PROMPT © LIsa Fox

He’s the only one who gave us good information during the chaos.

Don’t matter one iota.

He did a lot of public projects that helped millions.

Means nada.

He…

So, you are excusing his behavior? Justifying it?

Of course not.  I’m saying that the good work still exists even if performed by a monster.  Think of Wagner’s music and…

…and it is still the music of a monster, just as all of his “public projects” are just that, so much “public defecation”.  He’s a politician…

But what about your guy?

He’s a businessman, not a politician.

Now there’s your manure…

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Friday Fictioneers is hosted by  Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.  This week’s prompt is here and uses a photo by @ LIsa Fox. If you want to join or see other stories, go to the inlinkz linkup.

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(Trent, stay out of politics!!!!) There is a big name (which will remain nameless ;) ) that is once again in the news. Yesterday someone I know said something along the lines of how good they thought some of the things he did back when he did them, but now that they know what type of a man he is, it is obvious that those works are actually awful. This person isn’t a fan of the businessman, but I have heard people use that argument…. Anyway, fiction, fiction, fiction, not my opinion!! ;)

Some Day….

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

The alley was empty.  Soon it would be full of delivery trucks and people preparing for the day.

Del half noticed that the lamps were dark and the street light.  It was the other way around when he was heading home to change after the gig.

He hated his work and was always tired.

As the newbies they played their three sets after the popular bands had played theirs.  Made for late nights and small audiences.

He played through a tough line in his mind, wishing he had time to practice.

“You’re late,” Bob said as he opened the door.

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Friday Fictioneers is hosted by  Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.  This week’s prompt is here and uses a photo by @ Roger Bultot. If you want to join or see other stories, go to the inlinkz linkup.

To Never Be the Same

PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz

Everyone was sure it was the end of the world as they knew it.

The storm began with a huge surge and hurricane winds.  Lightning struck the church, taking the steeple and roof.

For days everyone hunkered in their houses waiting for the end.

When the storm subsided, they knew they still had to face the invasion fleet.

The sails of the mighty flagship appeared.  And then another ship.

But that was it.

Where was the fleet?  Why the white flags?

The seasick remnants of the invading army surrendered in the burnt-out church.

Life for the town was forever changed.

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Friday Fictioneers is hosted by  Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.  This week’s prompt is here and uses a photo by @ Ted Strutz. If you want to join or see other stories, go to the inlinkz linkup.

(The angle of the view made me a little seasick, so… ;) )

It’s Meta, Daddy…

PHOTO PROMPT © Jennifer Pendergast

Where four and ten meet we have a flying four in common?  Right?

Of course, Daddy.

So how does Santa get in here?

Down the chimney, of course!

I mean the diagram.

So do I.

But…

Look at the three convergent points…

Flying four, flying platform and flying Santa?

…and you have the answer.

But I don’t get this truck…

It is meta, Daddy, what is so hard about that?

And you say that is me in the middle, where everything intersects?

Of course, the provider of Christmas gifts.

I don’t follow…

It is hard explaining set theory to adults!

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Friday Fictioneers is hosted by  Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.  This week’s prompt is here and uses a photo by @ Jennifer Pendergast. If you want to join or see other stories, go to the inlinkz linkup.

Secret Identity

PHOTO PROMPT © Douglas M. MacIlroy

Wow!  Cool beam weapon!  Is this part of the Planetary Defense?

Kid has some imagination… No, it’s just a telescope.  We use it to observe the cosmos.

Oh, I get it, secret identity and all.  Turned one way and it gathers light and lets you see billions of light years, turned the other and it concentrates the light into a super beam. You can both see them coming and shoot them down.

I’m sorry, this is purely scientific.

Right.  Your secret is safe with me.

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Command?  Identity of Planetary Defense Weapon Six on Keck has been compromised.  Please advise.

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Friday Fictioneers is hosted by  Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.  This week’s prompt is here and uses a photo by @ Douglas M. MacIlroy. If you want to join or see other stories, go to the inlinkz linkup.

It has been months sine I joined FF! I took a short break, and the short break seemed to stretch on and on… Not sure how easy it will be to visit everyone, but I will try….

Stop the Machine-men!

PHOTO PROMPT© Ted Strutz

Gramps thinks the machine-men are going to take over the world.  Said he saw his first one in the battle of Heartbreak Ridge.  That’s why he won’t buy Chinese or Korean goods – he thinks the Chinese started it.  But now he is convinced the US made their own machine-men.

Last night he ran out of the house, blasting away with his shotgun, shouting about machine-men.

Craig was working his 4-wheeler and the engine was in pieces.  In the morning Gramps pointed to the parts spread over the yard to prove he hit a machine-man.

Mom is looking into nursing homes….

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Friday Fictioneers is hosted by  Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.  This week’s prompt is here and uses a photo by @ Ted Strutz. If you want to join or see other stories, go to the inlinkz linkup.

I haven’t been keeping up with my blog in the last couple of weeks. Sorry if I didn’t read your FF post last week (I hit a few…) and just a warning that I might not read many this week.

Danger, Thin Ice!

PHOTO PROMPT© Jennifer Pendergast

Hi Em.  I know I said we’d go out tonight but I forgot that it is opening of Z-Guys Part 9 and I promised Seth.  Yeah, I know you hate Z-Guys, which is why I’m not inviting you.  What do I want you to do?  I don’t know, how about go out with Jen?  Her brother is home from college?  Yes, I remember, he was the star quarterback.  Voted best looking in his class.  He’d be with you? Fine.  I’ll give you call tomorrow.

“Dude! You’re skating on thin ice…”

As Z-Guys say…. he goes back to school on Sunday.

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Friday Fictioneers is hosted by  Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.  This week’s prompt is here and uses a photo by @ R Jennifer Pendergast . If you want to join or see other stories, go to the inlinkz linkup.

The Porthole

PHOTO PROMPT© Roger Bultot

I really like Grandpa’s study, but it is a bit creepy.  You see, he has a porthole to another world, a world that is strange and distorted.

My older brother tells me that I am full of beans, that I’m just seeing a mirror.  But why does it look so funny?  He said it’s “con-hexed” or something.  I knew there was magic involved!

When I asked Mom, she said, “Go ask Alice.  I think she’ll know.”

Who’s Alice?

And why did Uncle Bill laugh and call Mom “Grace”?

Grandpa is no longer here.

He must have gone through the porthole.

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word count = 100

Friday Fictioneers is hosted by  Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.  This week’s prompt is here and uses a photo by @ Roger Bultot . If you want to join or see other stories, go to the inlinkz linkup.

Subsea #writephoto

Subsea – Image by KL Caley

Ed couldn’t believe his luck.

It was in relatively shallow water and pretty close to the coast.  It was off of the beaten path, but still within an area known to tourists. It should not have existed, but there it was.

He rushed back to his room and did some searches, just to make sure it wasn’t known.  He was positive he would have seen something about it if it were well known, but he had to look.

Ed was touring the Greek isles and was spending a day snorkeling just off of one of the lesser-known ones.  He wasn’t an expert or anything, but he enjoyed it, and the crystal-clear water was just so amazing.

But then he had found it.

An ancient shipwreck.

Though shallow, it was too deep for him to do more than catch a glimpse of some perfectly preserved timber and a few large jars or amphora. 

How had this gone unnoticed?  Had a storm recently cleared off the sand and silt, exposing it for the first time in millennia?  It didn’t matter, it was there and he knew that he was the first to see it.

Of course, he would report it.  He had to.  But he decided to go back out and take another look.  Of course, taking anything would be completely illegal, but if something small, say a coin, somehow stuck to his hand, well…

Ed hyperventilated for a moment, took a huge breath, grabbed the heavy rock off of his inflatable, and dove with the help of that weight.

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Aliens

PHOTO PROMPT© Na’ama Yehuda

…so the entire invasion fleet descended on the unsuspecting Earth, those mighty, golden battle stations promising high energy death!  Unfortunately, due to a size miscalculation, as well as a misunderstanding of the exact “hardness” of Earth, the entire fleet was destroyed when a cat nudged each battle station off of the picnic table where they landed.  One, however, was saved by a crow who liked the shiny object and…

Give me a break!  It’s just a Christmas bulb someone left in the tree as decoration!  Boys…

Christmas bulb?!?  Wow, it is so sad how deluded some people can be.  Girls…

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