Poison – Friday Fictioneers

AnElephantCant:

AnElephantCant stop singing that song
About green bottles that hang on a wall
He is not at all nervous
Because with no observers
How do we know if a green bottle does fall

Originally posted on Sound Bite Fiction :

Friday Fictioneers is hosted by the wonderful Rochelle, the undisputed master of what I call Sound Bite Fiction.
She sets the weekly challenge, and the standard.
We just have to be creative.
The idea is to write a story of around 100 words based on the picture below.

© G.L. MacMillan. © G.L. MacMillan.

Poison

I am not a cruel person.
I like to think that I give everyone a fair chance.
Even my enemies.
But people who do bad things should be punished, I believe.
I admit I do set myself up as judge and jury.
And I always find them guilty.
But this is where the fair chance applies.
They get to select the bottle.
Some poisons act slowly and painfully.
Others are humanely fast.
And I always offer my condemned prisoners hope of a reprieve.
One bottle, out of the thousands, contains just water.
Very fair, I think.
They get…

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Daddy – Sunday Photo Fiction

AnElephantCant:

AnElephantCant go out at night
Mummy says he can’t play in the dark
So he has to stay quite
Well-behaved till daylight
To see if Daddy takes him to the park

Originally posted on Sound Bite Fiction :

Sunday Photo Fiction is a weekly challenge presented by my old friend Al Forbes.
The idea is to write a short story (200 word max) inspired by what you see in his picture (below).
Parks have been, for many years, a major feature of my life.
I love a Dear Green Place.
Click on this link to enter your tale, and see what others have written.
Below is an example of what I call Sound Bite Fiction.

Copyright Al Forbes Copyright Al Forbes

Daddy

Oh Mummy, please stop squeezing me!
Yes, of course I’m pleased to see you.
And yes, I am happy to be home.
Yes, I had a good time with Daddy.
We went to the circus, and to the zoo, saw elephants and monkeys.
Oh, and snakes, yuk!
We went out on the loch in a little boat, saw lots of birds and swans and ducks.
And some deer on…

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Maple Leaf

a leaf by anelephantcant

a leaf by anelephantcant

I have the Maple Leaf you gave me
the day we went to Lighthouse Park
the trees were high the sun was low
but with you there was no dark

I have the Maple Leaf you gave me
when we walked round English Bay
for some the rain fell steadily
for me the sky was never grey

I have the Maple Leaf you gave me
when we admired the Gastown Clock
but time had no real meaning
when we laughed and danced and talked

I lost the Maple Leaf you gave me
on that long gone autumn day
carried on a gentle breeze
like your love it slipped away

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The Park – Friday Fictioneers

AnElephantCant:

AnElephantCant claim he’s a hero
He is probably on the careful side of wary
He tries to impress
But has to confess
He finds C. E. Ayr’s story quite scary

Originally posted on Sound Bite Fiction :

Friday Fictioneers is hosted by the wonderful Rochelle, the undisputed master of what I call Sound Bite Fiction.
She sets the weekly challenge, and the standard.
We just have to be creative.
The idea is to write a story of around 100 words based on the picture below.

© Dee Lovering © Dee Lovering

The Park

I have to leave the house.
The kids are driving me crazy, and my husband is useless.
I leave my car by the long-closed tea rooms and walk through the park that I know and love so well.
Even in the darkness I find my way.
The stars are twinkling.
Gradually I restore my inner peace.
I turn for home.
As I approach my car, headlights sweep in.
I see the driver, illuminated by reflection from the snow.
The car stops beside mine, its lights extinguished.
I pause.
What is he doing?
I am suddenly afraid.
I…

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AnElephantCant be famous

AnElephant outed as C. E. Ayr

AnElephant outed as C. E. Ayr

AnElephantCant stay incognito
He does not even know what that means
Or where it might be
So he treads lightly
He thinks it does not add up to a small hill of beans

You see he has been in the newspapers
He thinks he is practically famous
In the Ayrshire Post
On Scotland’s West Coast
Now almost three people know what his name is

AnElephant has a vast number of aliases
In his Ayr Academy schooldays he was known as Springer
Which is somewhat mystifying
As his given name is Brian
And he writes this book as the enigmatic C. E. Ayr

But if you think he is not very important
He tells you this feature is widely syndicated
But even he finds it hard
To rhyme Kilmarnock Standard
With Irvine Herald so he is somewhat deflated

A clever chap called Edwin Lawrence
A roving reporter with his nose to the ground
Says this is not really news
But it does quite amuse
Although nothing about AnElephant can be described as profound

Now we come to the end of this ditty
He thanks everybody who stops by for a look
All that he wants to say
Is Thank You and hey
If you click here you can see his cool book

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Deck Chair – Sunday Photo Fiction

AnElephantCant:

AnElephantCant sit in this chair
Although it is quite fine for a kingy or a dukey
It is a question of size
Even if they are big guys
There is no way he can squeeze in his mammoth bahookie

Originally posted on Sound Bite Fiction :

Sunday Photo Fiction is a weekly challenge presented by my old friend Al Forbes.
The idea is to write a short story (200 word max) inspired by what you see in his picture (below).
Click on this link to enter your tale, and see what others have written.
At this time of year in Medville, I see lots of deck chairs, not so many regal thrones!
Below is an example of what I call Sound Bite Fiction.

Copyright Al Forbes Copyright Al Forbes

Deck Chair

I am almost asleep in the deck chair.
Jan, my youngest, is on my lap.
Al is looking after the two boys, who are happily covering him in sand.
Good luck with that, I think, he has put on a pound or two in the last few years.
But he is a great father and a good husband.
I waken with a start, a mother’s instinct telling me…

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Le Crunch – Friday Fictioneers

AnElephantCant:

AnElephantCant cool down his trunk
He confesses he is somewhat flustered
Mummy’s home-made apple pie
Brings a tear to his eye
When he smothers it in what he thinks is custard

Originally posted on Sound Bite Fiction :

Friday Fictioneers is a weekly challenge hosted by the wonderful Rochelle, the doyenne of what I call Sound Bite Fiction.
She sets the standard I aspire to.
The idea here is to write a story of around 100 words based on the picture below.

Copyright Sandra Crook Copyright Sandra Crook

Le Crunch

The tension is palpable.
The streets are almost empty.
A mother hurries her child home from the doctor’s surgery.
An old man chews on the end of his baguette, nervously stumbles into a doorway.
No one wants to be outside when it starts.
Men in dark clothes group at either end of the street.
We surround our champion, make sure he is prepared for this clash.
Eyes flicker to the dreaded opponent, younger and quicker.
I look at Henry, read the doubt in his face.
And the fear.
I know it is the end.
Real Tennis is an unforgiving game.

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