FFfAW: What happened to the drunken sailor?

FFfAW: What happened to the drunken sailor?


This week’s photo prompt is provided by Louise with The Storyteller’s Abode. Thank you Louise!

Fred and Thomas, the local troublemakers, had been drinking for most of the day when they noticed the unmanned yacht moored at the quayside. Fred turned to Thomas with a sparkle in his eyes. “Fancy a spin?”

Thomas raised an eyebrow. “Can you drive that thing?”

“Pfft! How hard can it be?”

The two boys staggered towards the yacht and then they clambered on board. As they pulled away they both gave squeals of delight. Unfortunately, it didn’t take long for the inevitable to happen. The inexperienced and inebriated sailors somehow managed to drive on shore.

“Run!” Fred cried, panicking.

(100 words)

Written for flash fiction for aspiring writers

SPF: Not the best idea…

SPF: Not the best idea…

206 07 July 23rd 2017© A Mixed Bag 2009

It was the year 3099 so scientists decided to look back on the technological advances of the millennium.

The favourite was not, as many thought it would be, time travel. Even though time travel existed and many people used it, it came with a lot of problems. Too many people had been breaking the rules and changing things in their past so their future would be brighter. Scientists were having a nightmare trying to rectify what people had started to refer to as glitches in the matrix. The term bothered scientists because it was based on at old and long forgotten film which was proven to be false.

The advances in air travel were not on the list either. People had developed high-speed pods that would carry people anywhere and be more environmentally friendly. They were using solar power and the carbon footprint was significantly less than traditional airlines. This sounded perfect on paper, but the resulting problems caused scientists as much of a headache as time travel.

Admittedly, more progress was being made with the air travel system. Now, it could be happily announced the mortality rate had dropped to only a 50% likelihood.

The winner was mental communication.

Written for Sunday photo fiction

Writing Wednesday – 19 July 2017

Writing Wednesday – 19 July 2017

Hello everybody and welcome to another Writing Wednesday. The idea of this is I am going to write about whatever subject has inspired me this week.

Everybody is welcome to join in, of course, and you can do that by either writing something in the comments or giving me a pingback to your work. (It goes without saying that you should feel free to share your work if you get the urge to do so!)

What am I going to use as my inspiration this week?

The words… School break

School’s out

Every year it is the same thing.

Every year the children come streaming out of the gates with screams of delight. Their cage has been closed for the summer and they are free to enjoy their time.

Every year you hear people complain that six weeks is just too long. The children will get bored. There is nothing for them to do. The children are too noisy when they are playing outside of my home.

Every year we watch as the six weeks drag by. The children become restless and fidgety. Parents clamour for different ideas to try and keep them entertained.

Every year we watch as the children seem to eagerly file back to school to regain some kind of routine.

Every year it is just the same thing.

FFfAW: 99 steps

FFfAW: 99 steps

This week’s photo prompt is provided by J.S. Brand. Thank you J.S. for our photo prompt!

We were going on a pilgrimage. We had been told a building was perched on side of a hill with only 99 and steps lying between as and it.

All we had been told was that the site was incredibly secretive but that we would find the answers we were seeking there.

Now we were standing at the bottom of the hill looking at the beginning of our journey. It looked like it was going to be trickier than we had first imagined climbing 99 steps.

The question needed an answer. Just who had taken our baby?

We began climbing.

Written for flash fiction for aspiring writers