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/

MAN IN BLACK - a story in one hundred words

MAN IN BLACK

The man in black’s sudden appearance at the meeting caused a ripple of consternation, but his demeanour made the Chairman of the Local Amenities Committee reluctant to evict him.

Within moments the proposal for a new bowls pavilion was rejected in favour of lighting the long path which ran diagonally across the park. Councillor Jarvis, the lone objector, was overtaken by a coughing fit, and the vote was carried unanimously.

The tall globular lamps became known in the local pubs as ‘that useless load of balls’, but all laughter ceased when aliens landed a spaceship on the brightly-lit runway.

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This dramatic image is the cover of my book A Volcanic Race, which is now available on Amazon in most countries, in print or ebook.

Written with a teenage main character, it is suitable for all age groups from early teens to pensioners, and would make a splendid stocking filler.

No stocking is complete without a book!

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Thanks to Sandra Crook for the photo of a lamp which inspired me and other Friday Fictioneers this week, and to Rochelle for hosting the group on  https://rochellewisoff.com/

FRUIT - THE PERFECT GIFT : a story in 100 words

“I’m not answering any more questions!” Gilmore yelled and the nurse shooed away the man in black. Gilmour grabbed her wrist as she increased his medication. “I really was abducted, you know.”

“Of course you were, dear,” she soothed, “But you need to rest now. Look at this nice fruit basket your friend brought.”

His eyes widened in terror. “Those are eggs, not fruit!” but the drug blurred his words as she closed the door.

 When she returned, the fruit was a putrid mess, the windowsill was smeared, and the bed contained nothing but gnawed bones lying in a pool of slime.

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Thanks once again to Rochelle at 

http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/ for the disgusting photo that prompted this week's story. No doubt other Friday Fiction writers have written equally nasty stories which you will find by following the link 

http://new.inlinkz.com/luwpview.php?id=429917

THOUGHTS FROM A TAILPLANE in 100 words

 THOUGHTS FROM A TAILPLANE

The only time I can relax is when I’m up here where the air is thin enough to breathe – the atmosphere at ground level is like hot soup.

Also, from a mile up, the planet is shrunk by distance. I wasn’t warned about the size difference when I volunteered for this assignment – perhaps the astronomers didn’t know. Although Xeb feigns nonchalance I know she too is overwhelmed by the sheer enormity of everything, but being comparatively small makes hitching a ride on a jet’s wing simple.

I am looking forward to Greenland – I believe that snow is wonderfully cold.

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Edited to add; After four comments, three of which seem not to have understood my story, perhaps I should add that the narrator is a tiny alien from a cold planet!

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Another story prompted by a photograph posted on Rochelle's blog.

http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/   Follow the link on there to read more.

Meanwhile, if you haven't looked before, and will excuse this shameless bit of advertising, see my post from last week about my apartment in Tenerife which is for sale. 

REHEARSALS - FRIDAY FICTION

REHEARSALS

The alien clung to the beam watching as the creatures made the same moves and said the same words repeatedly, while others scuttled round changing the colours on canvas walls. Hunger gnawed but there were always too many of them. It waited patiently.

The next day one plump specimen was on stage alone and the alien saw its chance, but when it dropped beside it the creature whipped out a sword, cried, “Have at ye, ye varmint!” and pinned the alien to the stage.

After a dramatic pause a shaky voice called from the darkness, “Darling, you were wonderful!”

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 I'm a bit late posting this week on Friday Fictioneers, but I only thought of this story today. If you would like to read the other entries for this week, go to Rochelle's blog:   http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/

FRIDAY FICTION - FIELD TRIP

FRIDAY FICTIONEERS is an online group of writers from around the world who write 100-words stories once a week prompted by a photo posted on Rochelle's blog http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/

This week's other stories are on here http://new.inlinkz.com/luwpview.php?id=346493  so do pop along and read some of them.

This is this week's photo prompt and my story.

FIELD TRIP

They caught me unawares – it’s difficult to breathe in that polluted atmosphere and I was concentrating on collecting my specimens quickly so I could leave.

I wasn’t doing any harm, although the way they treat their environment, a bit more damage wouldn’t make much difference.

When that bullet hit my shield it reverberated through my body and I started running. They nearly caught me once but I upped the charge in my shield, reached the ship and gave the command.

As we lifted off, one specimen made a strange noise.

I must ask the scientists what ‘mum’ signifies.