Paranoid? Am I really!  

Joe Somebody sat at his laptop and stared at the screen. He just couldn’t begin his story for the day.

“What should I write about?” he thought to himself. “Come on, think”. But it was no use, nothing was coming.

And then he saw it.

“What the…?” He was initially alarmed at seeing the fly sitting there on his keyboard, he didn’t like flies. But then clarity hit him: The reason why his entire life he had felt like something or someone was always watching him, judging him, and scrutinizing his every move and making him paranoid, was because it was true, he really was being watched and the fly was the proof.

With his suspicions confirmed, he now knew he wasn’t crazy and that he’d been right the whole time. And the rock solid evidence was there, sitting on his computer, watching him.

But, how was he now supposed to write a story??

He got it! He would write about this very thing. He would write a story centered around his justified paranoia.

“Yes”, he thought. “That could work”!

He began to type. And half an hour later he had written his story.

It may not be the best story he had ever written. But in the end, after finally discovering the truth, he had stopped staring at that screen. And if it wasn’t for discovering the truth, he wouldn’t have had a story to write.

He was pleased. Sort of. If he hadn’t of had this epiphany he wouldn’t have had a story. But, what will be do now that he knows the truth? He didn’t know. Maybe he’ll write about and answer that one tomorrow. This day had been eventful enough.

* * *

Today’s photo prompt is courtesy from Sunday Photo Fictioner. You can pay a visit by clicking here and read a variety of others stories!

Knackered

Genre: Humour/Humor & That’s Life

 

Knackered

 

Knackered…. What does it even mean?

I am probably the definition of Knackered. Broken. Tired. Over the hill.
I think I have been around too long.

You do get worse for wear as you get older. Until you get there though, your teenaged feelings of invincibility slowly gets replaced with that unavoidable fact – that you did get old, just like those you once looked up to. Those that seemed to be born middle-aged. And of course, they were right, in many ways: It’s all downhill.

I’m not being pessimistic, I am telling it how it is – You Will Age: your body gets the hardest hit.
I can’t play tennis like I used to. Shit, I can’t even run for a bus like I did 5 years back. However, I may be knackered, but I sure as hell don’t have the mental maturity of a ** year old: Well, maybe in certain areas.

Young & Old. Half and half. 50% one way, 50% the other.

So, what can I do to improve the 50% that is old and tired?
How can I shift the percentages in favour of the young aspects of my personality and being?
How do I stop my body getting worse?

Life’s millions of questions.
And hindsight. What a beautiful thing, though incredibly unhelpful.

I think everyone is searching for the fountain of youth – one of life’s greatest quests shovelling up no successes to speak of.

And Anti-Ageing: How the heck can you ‘Un-Age’? I ask myself.
It doesn’t exist. Never has and never will. It’s a wasted effort. So save yourself a few quid.

I’m now well passed my sell-by-date. The time in your life, when as a teen you never thought would happen to you and come, does. Oh dear. Here it is.

Anyway. I’m knackered and I’m off to bed. What else can I say? I’ve reached middle-agedness.
I’ll get up a bit later today.

🙂

* * *

Daily Post Prompt – ‘Knackered’. Click here to view

100 Word Challenge: Cat

Hello! This is a 100 word – no more, no less – prompted story  from a site I came across called the ‘Thin spiral notebook’. Clicking this bit will take you to the 100 word challenge page there. And this story is a little tribute to my two furry friends 🙂 

Genre: From the Heart

cat in a Christmas tree

My cats are really sweet. They truly are a joy to me. One will sit there and stare, wanting us to play. The other purrs after just one word I say to him. They are each other’s friend – except when the little one gives chase: Then it’s pistols and handbags at the ready. I love my cats, I really do. And the love they give back is immeasurable. I think about the hurt cats all over the world and my heart breaks every single time. I’m glad I adopted mine, because the love they give… delights me all the while 🙂

* * *

Sadistic Teachers and Such!

Hello! The following is a story for our Sunday Photo Fiction prompt (here) of a History class that’s a bit on the unusual side. Slightly disturbing but highly amusing which should make up for it! I hope you enjoy it (or not!) 🙂

 

Genre: Humour/Humor

185-12-december-11th-2016

 

 

Our History Teacher was bit of a sadist. He was trying to teach us his favourite torture methods of the 20th century in comparison to his favourites of 15th century medieval Europe. Suffice to say, we were most definitely not looking forward to this lesson.

He was particularly impressed with how torture techniques had ‘come a long way’ since their peak in medieval times. His favourite modern method involved  a blow torch inserted into a certain orifice and turned on – repeatedly. This was, as he joyously classed it, “pure genius”, and the ideal way to elicit a confession.

We in the class felt unwell. Plus we had to sit through more of this for another 45 minutes.

He gave us a handout. On it were descriptions of common medieval torture devices. Our job was to list them in order of effectiveness. The whole class lost all colour in their cheeks as they read down the list. Our Teacher, on the other hand, gushed uncontrollably.

With just 10 minutes left, my survival seemed imminent. Then he hit us with a homework assignment. We are to invent our own original torture device and the best ‘new method’ wins a prize. Inside, we were groaning as the lucky winner gets to accompany our Teacher on a guided tour of The London Dungeon’s where, as he put it, we can see first hand the marvels of past torture devices.

I don’t know what I’m going to come up with but I’m sure it’s going to be the lamest torture device ever imagined. No doubt Teacher will feel tortured reading it especially as the entire class has got the same idea.

Either way, the ringing bell goes and finally, our misery is over!

 

* * *

The Little Robin’s Angel

Hi All! A sweet little tale of romance which I hope you all enjoy 🙂

Courtesy from Sunday Photo Fictioners with a weekly prompt which you can visit by clicking here!

I hope you like the story 🙂

Genre: Aww, Sweet!

 

177-10-october-16th-2016

All poor little Robin could do was watch helplessly as the group of Sparrows tucked into the birdseed that the kindly owner of the garden had put out for them.

Robin was sad. He had broken his wing and was now stationary on a garage roof just a few meters away. Sadly, he couldn’t make the short journey to eat the seeds.

Three days had passed and little Robin had nothing to eat. Feeling very weak he laid his head down on the corrugated metal. His energy was zapped and day after day he had watched in envy as the Sparrows tucked in.

On the fourth day little Robin decided to give up. He simply couldn’t reach the bird seed. He accepted his fate and made himself as comfortable as possible.

Robin had no idea how much time had passed, but he awakened to a sound like falling rain. Barely able to move he watched as a small Sparrow flew backwards and forwards from the bird feeder. Robin didn’t know what was happening until he lifted his head right up to take a better look.

Right next to where he lay was a pile of seeds. The Sparrow had carried bird seeds back and forth in its beak and placed them next to his injured self. And only a day after that the kind lady of the house found him and took him in.

Little Robin stayed in the lady’s home for several weeks. Then one day he was well enough to fly, his wing healed. He flew straight to the bird feeder where the group of Sparrows were already eating. He saw the Sparrow who had helped him. And being the gentleman Robin that he was, he waited patiently while she filled her beak with seed. Then he took his turn. So, with an unspoken understanding they sat together and they ate. And after that day, they were never apart. Robin was so glad she had saved his life 🙂

 

*  * *

The Boys Have Done It Again!

Genre: Humour/Humor

 

171 09 September 4th 2016

 
“Dave, Dave!” …”DAVE!!”

Bobby screamed as he came shooting round the corner to where his friend sat.

Looking up from his pint – and not in the mood for his pal today – asked what the problem was.

Bobby was now completely out of breath.

“It’s not a problem Dave.…It’s MONEY…money, money, MONEY!!!” ”

Dave’s immediate thought? “Continue my friend“…

…His actual words: “Spit it out then, Moron!”

“Lampposts!”

Dave wanted to cry.

“Lampposts?”

Unable to contain his excitement, Bobby, still trying to catch his breath, continued on.

“The storm that hit last night? It blew down some Antique Lampposts over at the canal walk. 19th Century Lampposts Dave… 19th CENTURY!…. It’s Moneeeeeeeey!!”

Dave’s interest suddenly peaked 10 fold.

“Antiques you say?”

“Yes!”

“Antique Lampposts?”

“Yes!!”

“Alright, lets go”

And off they set for the canal.

Now, what the duo didn’t know, was that the storm…. was due back in 2 minutes.

And as they were about to run off with the ‘Antique’ Lampposts, a 100 mph gust of wind blew the unsuspecting pair off their feet and right into the canal.

But they still held on to those Lampposts.

2 hours later, with the wind subsided, they emerged clambering back out of the water – drenched.

Dave hadn’t the chance to inspect their find. But when he did, he was none too pleased.

“Bobby! These are NOT bloody antiques!!”

“Sure they are Dave” Bob said feeling a little confused. “Why wouldn’t they be?”

Dave was losing the will to live…

“Because, you idiot, it’s got ‘Property of Greenwich Council’ written on it!!”

Oh dear. Poor Bob and Dave, they honestly thought they knew a quick buck when they saw one.

So, really fed up now, a disgruntled Dave squelched his way back to the pub. And Poor soggy Bobby couldn’t understand what just happened:

“I don’t get it. These ARE Antiques, you can tell”.

And to add insult to injury, the storm returned and blew him right back in the canal!  🙂

 

* * *

Hello All! This story is a little bit late and my recent absence is because I’ve entered short-story competitions. It’s been an exciting process especially as it’s a new experience. I’m happy for the opportunity 🙂

So, this story today is from Sunday Photo Fiction’s weekly challenge. And each week the goal is to write 200 words, more or less, from a photo prompt. Click here to visit the site and one week maybe participate yourself?!

See you soon! 🙂

P.s. If you’d like to read more ‘Bob and Dave’ the pretty rubbish criminals, their antics are in two other stand alone stories.

“Boat, Watch Out!!” is found if you Click Here. And…

“Bob, Dave and the ‘Find’ of the Century” is Right Here.

Hope you enjoy! 🙂

Treasure is a Find, or is it?

Genre: Mystery – Paranormal/Supernatural

 

 

Tom and Max, 11-year-old buddies, stopped at the beach to skim some stones each trying to outdo the other. Reaching down for a pebble, Max  spotted something.

“Tom, look at this”

He was about to pick it up when Tom yelled at him,

“Don’t touch it!”

Max froze. And pulling his friend away, Tom began to relay the story he’d been told as a child.

A Pirate ship sank 1100 years ago killing its entire crew.  Its dead crew now exists in the Netherworld, Realm of the Un-dead. But, to survive there they must consume the souls of the living, so they lure their victims with cursed gold.

Max laughed at how crazy his friend sounded and picked up the gold anyway. Big mistake. Within seconds the sea roared to life. Gigantic waves loomed over as Invisible hands pulled them under.

And as they drowned,  the Pirates who were hungry and ready to feast on their own new-found treasure, harvested their souls.

 

* * *

 

 

Word Count 163.

Hi All 🙂 For some reason I have really struggled today with writing this story (maybe it’s the heat – that’s my excuse!!)  So, I’m not sure if I got it across right. I just hope it isn’t overly too bad! 😉

Thank you Louise at The Storytellers Abode for this great photo prompt! And FFfAW for hosting their 79th Writing Challenge! To learn more about the FFfAW challenge click this bit! It’s a great Flash Fiction community of writers. Visit here to read other stories for this week and to maybe even take part yourself ???

Take care and Thank you as always for reading! 🙂