The Jokes on You! – Sunday Photo Fiction – 04/22/18

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Miranda was a shrew. Richard declared it on the second day of their honeymoon in the Bordeaux section of France and since then all had been downhill. But today Miranda chose to sink to anew low. She knew her obsessive compulsive affected husband would be shoved over the edge by this prank. It was a simple idea, but clever as could be in her twisted noodle.

She googled the method, perfected the placement and hid out of sight to watch with glee.

Richard bounded down the stairs from the upper bed room and stopped cold on the last step. Miranda felt the glee swell in her heart because Richard would be so crazed by this simple trick. But Richard did something very uncharacteristic. He stepped forward and swigged all three glasses of wine without hesitation.

Miranda stood aghast at the failure of her trick. What she didn’t know was the classes Richard took to know how to hack her browsing history. For almost seven months now he was wise to her plans.

 

 

 

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Cornelius’ Last Journey – Sunday Photo Fiction – 04/08/18

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Normally Cornelius was all about delivering every message his handler had to send. There had been so many over the five years they were partners. Messages about all manners of things and sent in any kind of weather. Cornelius had experienced every climatological event: hail, sideways rain, hurricane-force winds, heavy snow and even a near-miss lightning strike. He’d always answered the call, but this time he did so with such a heavy heart.

He could tell his handler was not doing well in his daily routines. Even a white bird could tell the future would be different. The next message was one Cornelius hoped he would never have to deliver, but he was loyal to the end. If the message must go out, it would be his honor to make sure it was a job completed. Birds don’t cry, but Cornelius did find his eye sight affected as he gave his wings the strong up and down motion needed to begin his final journey.

 

 

 

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Wishing you the best Al.

 

We Three Kings – Sunday Photo Fiction – 03/18/18

 

 

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“It is a radical plan,” the king’s brother nodded. “But our enemies approach from all sides. We will surely be overrun.”

The aged King looked at his sons, the heirs apparent who stood with fixed jaws, determined to represent their father well, even though they had as much concern and fear as he that their reign would soon end.

“Your majesty, our latest reports . . .” the King’s advisor said nervously before the king raised a hand silence.

The King then turned to his sons and gave them his best reassuring smile.

“I know to you this is cowardice, but sometimes you have to know how to win your fight without fighting. Be well my sons!”

After the king departed the chamber his brother allowed the evil grin playing at the corners of his mouth to consume his face. His plan was going better than expected. He had all three heirs in tucked away in gift wrapped shells for his co-conspirators from the next kingdom.

 

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A Hero’s Watch – Sunday Photo Fiction – 03/04/18

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There was an undeniable honor to be chosen as the Solo Sentry. To be the one most revered and certain to be remembered forever for your bravery. Everyone had a role in protecting the crown, from the smallest to the largest of the kingdom.

All these arguments washed over Stanley as he went through the mental process of psyching himself ahead of his posting at the Eastern fence. There were three others at the other three sides, but his post would see action first. How many snow lives would be saved by his early alert? He would never know.

He steadied himself as he began to feel the first trickle of water as his nemesis crested the mountains facing him. He could not warn too early, that was the same as cowardice. The snow people deserved their time to play and live, but when the sun gained its full power they had to retreat.

 

 

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Follow the Wooden Path – Sunday Photo Fiction – 02/25/18

 

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Evan inched along the wooden path, careful not to approach the edge. The legends of what awaited one too daring were deeply etched in his mind. Every undefined sign pushed the tick of his heart a tad faster. He was not made for this, no heroism resided in his body, yet he was the one chosen for this unenviable task.

Yes, a princess’ life hung in the balance, but it wasn’t likely he would win her heart by risking his. He had never even seen the daughter of King Leopold. Her reputation as the fairest in the land was known in their kingdom as well as all around. It was why King Nelson wanted her for his son. Now Evan was tasked at bringing her back.

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Catching Deidre – Sunday Photo Fiction – 01/28/18

 

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It is said that heroes are born, not made. So what is necessary to create such a thing? Obviously some kind of heroic adventure. In past times slaying a dragon or saving a kingdom would qualify the doer for such a reputation. But in the time of Artemis and Deidre neither dragons or kingdoms played a hand in the ascension of Artemis to greatness.

Instead it was a pesky and overgrown bird that favored the flowers Deidre loved to fashion into a necklace. Keep in mind these flowers were quite fragrant and large bloomed, so they not only carried the powerful fragrance to attract attention, but the crimson red of the flowers made Deidre easy to see.

The day Artemis’ legend began was the day this particular bird decided to grant Deidre a free ride, snatching her off the trail to Artemis’ home on her early morning walk. As it happened Artemis was hunting with his bow and he made a quick target of the fowl. Tossing his bow aside, he was able to swoop under his falling damsel to solidify his credentials.

 

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After a brief four week sabbatical I am back to spin some more tales. The old story factory needed a breather as I could even see the creativity was strained. I hope all had a great holiday season.

Details Matter, Santa – Sunday Photo Fiction – 12/24/17

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Red lights and buzzers blare all over Santa’s workshop as little elves scrambled to and fro, knowing the spot they were in. This was a Armageddon equivalent event. There was less than sixty minutes to lift off and the sled, THE SLED, was damaged and in need of repair.

Normally the top shelf elf crew could do anything, but there was a special piece they had never learned to master that was due for it’s 100 million flight miles upgrade. Buddy the elf had been the one charting the use, but since he had gone to the big city to find his dad the job fell to Curtis the Elf. But Curtis’ math skills weren’t the same as Buddy’s and a missed decimal meant this part was overdue.

An emergency call to the only guy capable found an answering machine response. With snow covering every road there was no telling where he might be helping someone else.

Santa wrung his hands as he considered his mess.

 

 

 

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I hope you will all permit a brief commercial, but I would like to get all the fiction lovers to join me in a Christmas themed 7 day flash fiction serial. I will post a theme and you will have 7 days of 1,000 words to build your story. It will start on December 12 (mainly because I will be out of the country the first ten days of December). If interested please let me know.

My HAR-MON-KEE-UH! – Sunday Photo Fiction – 11/13/17

 

 

 

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Cornelius swayed as he blinked hard to focus on what he saw before him. His wife was always on him to get his eyes fixed. Lasik was the best thing going in her book. But Cornelius had other priorities for the disposable income nestled in his pocket, usually gambling and booze.

“It’s a HAR-MON-KEE-UH!” Cornelius said way too loud,

“A what?” his drinking buddy Allan asked.

“HAR-MON-KEE-UH! Watch I’ll play it!”

It was Allan’s turn to sway as he watched Cornelius crawl into the gutter of the street and try to blow on the drain openings.

Cornelius slapped the cold metal before groaning in disappointment. “It’s broken old buddy, just like the one I had that my dog Buster used as a chew toy!”

Sunday Photo Fiction – 11-13-17

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I hope you will all permit a brief commercial, but I would like to get all the fiction lovers to join me in a Christmas themed 7 day flash fiction serial. I will post a theme and you will have 7 days of 1,000 words to build your story. It will start on December 12 (mainly because I will be out of the country the first ten days of December). If interested please let me know.

No Time to Focus – Sunday Photo Fiction – 11/06/17

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“DO BE CAREFUL 007!” Q shouted from his position prone on the floor.

Any time James Bond frequented the lab the voucher requests for hazard pay always quickly followed. This time it was a remote control machine gun 007 triggered with his wolf whistle at the newest young female lab tech.

“Now, if you can pay attention please!” Q said brushing off the debris that still filtered through the air.

“So sorry Q!” I must alter my frequency, huh?”

“This,” Q said pointing at a camera before them, “is a ultra high density explosive!”

Bond stopped just before he was about to scoop up the device, his eyes slowly rolling to allow him to look at the head of quartermaster corps.

“How many 3-D printers were harmed in the production of this device?”

“Very astute, 007. It takes 21 compressions to trigger this device and we have production down to eighteen. Please, trust me, we are sure it is 21!”

“Right!” Bond nodded.

 

Sunday Photo Fiction – 11-06-2017

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I hope you will all permit a brief commercial, but I would like to get all the fiction lovers to join me in a Christmas themed 7 day flash fiction serial. I will post a theme and you will have 7 days of 1,000 words to build your story. It will start on December 12 (mainly because I will be out of the country the first ten days of December). If interested please let me know.