Category Archives: Friday Fictioneers

Meeting The Bar–Following Through On Metaphor – Three Armed Woman

Posted on September 12, 2014 by Michael

I see her in the street A woman with three arms On one arm is a blue heeler Its trots beside her, sniffing, Leading her along. Her second arm hangs by her side The third arm comes from out of … Continue reading →

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Friday Fictioneers – The Third Witch

Posted on April 2, 2014 by Michael

It was opening night and eight months of rehearsal were about to come to fruition. Tonight was a sell out; everything was in place except for Muriel Stepford who was suffering with nerves. She was under the stage, in tears, … Continue reading →

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Friday Fictioneers – Goblins

Posted on March 25, 2014 by Michael

Our guides had warned us that any unwarranted noise could attract the Goblins of the Forest and that was not going to result in anything satisfactory. It was single file until Carstairs tripped and fell. Covered in the slime of … Continue reading →

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Friday Fictioneers – Red Things

Posted on March 19, 2014 by Michael

The stairwell had long intrigued me. As a kid I used to marvel at the ornate metal work in the building my Aunty Eunice lived in. It was one of those that went up a long way, reached a point … Continue reading →

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Friday Fictioneers – Play Ball

Posted on January 1, 2014 by Michael

Hey Rover you there? Rover? Ralph, you up the tree again? Yes, it’s that kid again. Little Jack? Yes him, horrible kid, always chasing me, pulling my ears. Ah stop whinging Ralph, get down and play ball with him. No … Continue reading →

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Friday Fictioneers – Saw The Light

Posted on December 26, 2013 by Michael

There was one thing I loved about her more than anything. It was her ability to show me the way when my life was going down the gurgler. So many times I had found myself in the gutter of life … Continue reading →

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Friday Fictioneers – Tackas Goes Fishing.

Posted on December 18, 2013 by Michael

Clancy be getting’ over here What? It’s a feckin’ body in the water. No it can’t be. It is and look the poor feck’s got a hook through his cheek. You don’t die from a hook through your cheek. Yer … Continue reading →

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Friday Fictioneers – Boots

Posted on December 12, 2013 by Michael

Today I received my first pair of boots. The first I have ever owned. Prior to today boots were hand me downs or ones scavenged from the dump. Shoes are a luxury, but a necessity. They have saved me from … Continue reading →

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Friday Fictioneers – Bedraggled

Posted on December 4, 2013 by Michael

I’m torn and bedraggled, I’m a man with nothing. A bottle in a brown paper bag A lost life, little hope, Everyday a struggle. My thorny tree, Dishevelled in shape Like me Friends Best mates. The only colour in my … Continue reading →

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