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Click the picture for stories written for weekly flash fiction challenge – Friday Fictioneers



  • Bearskins and Backpacks - “Can you do this?” asks the girl, touching a lollipop-stained tongue to her freckled nose. Lance-Sergeant Blackwood, who can kill with his bare hands, grits his teeth and studies a nervous man amongst the tourists. Continue reading
  • A Pianoload of Clowns - Kaylee suspected this was ‘wrong’, but the little clowns were quite insistent. “Stupid girl! Hurry!” snapped the clown in the enormous hat. Bertie snarled. Never trust a man your dog doesn’t like, Kaylee thought. Continue reading
  • Professor MacDougal and the Improbable Metamorph Punch - The aftermath of this year's Graduation Ball is a complete shambles, and Professor MacDougal is left to pick up the pieces! Continue reading
  • Ma’s new iHome - The iHome has a remote that changes its exterior, moves furniture around, and even controls the toilet. What happens if it falls into the wrong hands? Continue reading
  • I phone - photo credit Danny Bowman “Hello?” “Madeleine?” “Who’s that?” “A friend. I don’t have long. Just a quick message.” “Huh?” “You’re going on a school trip today.” “How do you…?” “I know you are. I just need to tell you… sit … Continue reading
  • wrought iron fence with pillars Boundaries - Uncle was a great explorer, but unused to children. And what does he keep behind the fence? Could you resist climbing over? Continue reading
  • Library of books The Librarian (long version) - Roger plans to digitise the Librarian's entire collection, but will the Librarian stand by as he destroys her life's work? Continue reading
  • lonely girl Invisible Friend - Evie's family make fun of her invisible friend Bobby, and now they expect her to meet the Mad Old Hippy, Aunt Freda? It's not happening. Continue reading
  • Wishing Ball Wishes - A magical Grandma offers to grant the townsfolk one wish. But whose wish will prevail? Continue reading
  • rusty bike, rust sculpture The Will - A family of witches and warlocks bicker over a Will - but who will get the enchanted bike? Continue reading
  • Nightmares - “This stallion,” said Grandpa, a twinkle in his eye, “will bewitch those Nightmares and keep you safe.” The charm was bone white; whittled from the wood of a skeleton tree. “Nightmares are part of growing to Witch-hood,” huffed Grandma, but she let me keep it. Continue reading
  • Nightfall - “This tower is 700 years old,” said Uncle Atticus. “The house came later.” Lotta trailed behind. The incessant winding left her dizzy. Added to that, his tower smelt bad. Bat droppings. Damp. An unidentified animal smell that seeped beneath the doors on every landing. Quite a start to her first flying lesson. Continue reading
  • Grandma’s Camper Van - Grandma parked her camper van beside a sprawling oak, leaving eight year old Lotta roadside, collecting payment. As a steady trickle of townsfolk appeared, Lotta watched Grandma delve amongst her treasures, dispensing potions for all manner of mumbled ailments. It was sundown before the last customer skulked away. Continue reading