CHUFFER TRAIN - a little story in a hundred words

CHUFFER TRAIN

The landing craft circled, its cameras focussed on the train below.

“A primitive form of transport,” the Commander decided, and sent Phtam to make First Contact.

Slightly wobbly on her unfamiliar legs, Phtam walked along the platform and approached the nearest figure. “Good day.”

The man didn’t even acknowledge her. She tried each person in turn with no success. A train chuffed into the station but still no-one moved, and when it left, so did Phtam.

“They’re all dead,” she reported. “Probably a virulent virus.”

The ship left hurriedly – without spotting the sign on a gate --

‘Model Village closed today’.

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Apologies to the real people - if they ARE real - on this station, but Sandra Crook's photo reminded me of a model village on the Isle of Wight which I visited recently with my granddaughter.

Thanks as ever to https://rochellewisoff.com/ for hosting Friday Fictioneers - if you care to follow the links from her blog you can read other stories prompted by Sandra's photo.

PS to Sandra - is that Corfe Castle in the background of your photo?

This is the Isle of Wight model village...

MARVIN'S EXTRAORDINARY EXPERIENCE - a story in 100 words

MARVIN’S EXTRAORDINARY EXPERIENCE

Marvin was waiting for his brother to help move his stall, so when the Thing landed he was alone.

“Who are you?” it demanded.

“Don’t you mean, ’Take me to your Leader’?” Marvin replied.

“That is so last millennium.”

Marvin tipped his hat. “Marvin Brown, purveyor of pretzels and chilli chicken dogs. You look a bit undernourished.”

The Thing sniffed with a nose the size of a small car and covered its face. “Don’t think I’ll risk it, thanks,” it said, and shot back up into the night sky.

“Bloody aliens don’t know what’s good for them,” said Marvin.

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A ten minute, one hundred word story for a very odd photo prompt - my first thought was, who would actually PUT something so weird in the middle of a town? My granddaughter would be scared silly. 

Thanks to Roger Bultot for the photo and to Rochelle for running the weekly show that is Friday Fictioneers. Click on the link to read what other writers thought of the photo - https://rochellewisoff.com/

DINNER - a story for Friday Fictioneers in 100 words

DINNER

People were enjoying a peaceful dinner when the power failed, plunging the restaurant into darkness.

In the ensuing confusion tables were overturned, glasses smashed, and then the screaming started. One after another the voices rose to a crescendo ... and stopped. Then there was another sound, like a child slurping thick milkshake through a straw, but amplified a hundred-fold.

After a few moments there was nothing but silence.

When the police arrived, three strange tubes were disappearing into the ground, smeared with gore, and the floor of the restaurant was a foul, pulpy mess.

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Not the most pleasant way to make my reappearance after a few weeks absent, but those waving arms look menacing to me! Two weeks ago I was in Northern Ireland visiting my elder daughter and her husband and drinking Guinness. And last week I was painting my bedroom and my desk was inaccessible!