Category Archives: Friday Fictioneers

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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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