Another one of your daft ideas. “Let’s have a walking holiday,” you said, “It’ll be great, just the two of us.” Never thought to ask me what I wanted. Next thing I know you’re off buying boots and poles; a tent and a backpack. I knew it wouldn’t end well. Look at us. You marching off down another endless, dusty track and me trudging along behind you. I’m telling you now, next year we’re going back to normal. You can have your week on a sunny beach somewhere, while I’ll be in some luxury kennels where I’m pampered and appreciated.
Another 100 word story for Friday Fictioneers
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red blood dribbler
no shadow caster
This poem is made up of ‘kennings’ and is based on the poem below called ‘I Am Hamster’
Every day they wheel me out here. Tell me the warm sun will do me good. Poppycock! They just want me out of the way. Never ask me what I want. Talk to me as if I’m stupid. If only I could get out of this bloody chair, I’d show them. Anyone would think I wanted to be in this god-forsaken place. All down to that son of mine putting me here. Money-grabbing bastard. If any of them think I’m going to make their life’s easier by dying any day soon, they’ve got another think coming. I’ll show the buggers.
100 Word Story for Friday Fictioneers
“Third one this week sir. Molly Jenkins. Went in with two friends. They got separated. She’s not been seen since. We’ve searched the place – found nothing. Just like the others.”
“How the hell did this happen sergeant! Thought I told you to flatten this place. Stop this from happening.”
“That’s the thing sir. Had bulldozers in all last night. Pulled the whole lot out. Came here this morning to find it was all back, like nothing had happened.”
As the two men stared at the maze they heard a large growl emanate from the centre. It was hungry again.
A 100 word story for Friday Fictioneers
“Yes boss. Just like you said. He weren’t happy being dragged out of his house late at night but he’s here.”
“Good. The machine ready? I went to get started as soon as possible.”
“It’s ready boss but are you sure we should be using it. Don’t look safe.”
“Jimmy, if I wanted your advice I’d ask for it. Hope you’re not going soft on me?
“No boss. Course not.”
“Good. Now go plug it in and make sure the wires are attached to his body just like I explained. Come and get me when he’s starts talking.”
A 100 Word Story for Friday Fictioneers