Posted in Flash Fiction

Cluttered Space

“It’s all looking a bit of a mess sir.”

“I quite agree Peter. It looks ghastly. When I created the sun and the moon and the stars and…. What’s the name of that planet Peter?”

“Earth sir. It was one of your speedier creations.”

“That’s right, Earth. Well, when I created that place and its people I didn’t think they would end up littering space with their satellites and space stations. It’s all too much. Something needs to be done.”

“What did sir have in mind? Destroy the planet maybe? Start again with a race that is not so technically minded?”

“I am inclined to obliterate the place and start again. The trouble is I’d have to go to the other Gods if I wanted to start all over again. Such hard work getting these ideas through committee. No, we need a simpler solution.”

“What about getting rid of the clutter instead sir. I could pop out tonight and cut the strings tethering them to Earth. They would then simply drift away.”

“Excellent idea Peter! I don’t know what I’d do without you. Sounds like fun. I might even join you. Can you lend me a pair of scissors?”

MikeJackson©2017

A story for Sunday Photo Fiction.

Posted in Drabbles, Micro Fiction

Such a Boring Man

I peeked around the door into the shower.

There he was exactly as they’d said he would be. Stark naked, with a nasty looking gash above his right eye, his silly pink plastic shower hat on his head, soaking wet and quite dead. Impressive.

When I’d first contacted the company they’d assured me his demise would be made to look like an accident. They weren’t cheap, but finally being rid of that bore of a husband was worth every penny.

All I needed to do now was scream, act a little hysterical and phone the police.

My new life beckoned.

 

MikeJackson©2017

Photo prompt courtesy of Rochelle Wisoff-Fields at Friday Fictioneers.

Posted in Drabbles

Rock Sample

Something a little different for this week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt. My 100-word story is included in this video.

Don’t stand there gawping. What’s the matter? Never seen a rock before?

Of all the places I could have landed on it had to be your god-forsaken planet. I was quite happy you know, hurtling aimlessly through the solar system.Then your awful planet gets in my way and I find myself crashing through your atmosphere and landing here.

What’s that? You want a sample?

Oh dear, you’re another one of those rock collectors, aren’t you?

Go on then, just a small piece mind you and be careful where you chip away.

Maybe around the back, out of sight?

MikeJackson©2017

Thanks to CE Ayr for the original photo. (Hope you don’t mind how I’ve adapted it!)

 

Posted in Flash Fiction, Micro Fiction

Malfunction

Damn! Bloody thing’s broken again! Third time this year, what’s wrong with these people. I told them last time it needed updating but nobody took any notice. I must make a note to send a stern letter of complaint to the authorities when I get home. That’s assuming I ever get home.

This is the third time this year. What’s wrong with these people. I told them last time it needed updating but nobody took any notice. I must make a note to send a stern letter of complaint to the authorities when I get home. That’s assuming I ever get home.
I could try travelling across town and see if the portal outside the library is working but I doubt I’ve got time. That thing shuts at seven and it’s gone six already. What with this heavy holiday traffic I’d never make it.

So it looks as if I’m going to have to spend this holiday season in this god-forsaken world stuck in this ghastly human body. I must check my data base and see what grotesque food and excruciatingly boring entertainment awaits me.

I do hope my human host hasn’t made too many arrangements.

MikeJackson©2017