Friday Fictioneers 18/4/14



Write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and end. (No one will be ostracized for going a few words over the count.)





Pop along here: to take part and have fun!



Mike sighed, the sound of his breath stupidly loud in his ears.

Ah well, he thought to himself, stooping to pick up the flip-flop before someone else’s kid tripped over it and he found himself knee-deep in explanations, it’s not as loud as it was in here ten minutes ago, chasing Amy and her friends around like the zombie monster from Scooby-Doo. Birthdays, eh? All noise, cake, snotty noses. Still, Alison would have the rest of the sprogs under control now and then they could…

He caught his train of thought; there was no ‘they’ anymore, only ‘he.’


12 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers 18/4/14

  1. Sprogs, ankle-biters, rug-rats – we’ve used all kinds of expletives for trainee humans in our time. Shame he lost his other half, though – dealing with them alone is hard.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s