The experiments were not going well. The latest one had lasted barely thirty seconds. The controlled surge of energy had caused the patient to flail around a little, then totally disintegrate.

“Jenkins! I need more bodies.”

“Yes Professor. Straight away, sir.”

“And Jenkins… no more old people, I need younger, fresher corpses.”


If Only…

PHOTO PROMPT © Björn Rudberg

We always knew that playing a concert in that war torn country would be a risk. Our group came under fire on the last night as we made our way back to the hotel. I was unlucky. Wrong place at the wrong time. The bullet narrowly missed my neck but buried itself in my ribs. Nothing fatal, but the damage caused was enough to put an untimely end to what was destined to be a glittering career. I now sit in one of the practice rooms. A spare instrument for students to practice on and young children to play with.


A 100 word story for this week’s prompt from Friday Fictioneers.

The Gazebo Thing

PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook


Marj, come and have a look at this. You’ll never believe what those bloody neighbours have gone and done now! One of those big gazebo things you get from them fancy garden centres. The sort you can have one of those enormous hot tubs in. Before we know it they’ll be having their weird friends round for late night bathing orgies. There’ll be naked bodies everywhere. It’s disgusting! And have you seen the colour of that roof? How the hell did they that get past the planning committee? If things carry on like this Marjory we will have to move.


A 100 word story for this week’s prompt at Friday Fictioneers.