Friday Fictioneers – Knowledge Transfer

Seth was a man of the stars. He claimed to know it all. Most thought he was barmy.

Old people had died before in the college library. Nobody ever gave it a second thought. Seth had a theory. He had to try.

The gentle motion of the rocking chair ceased. Seth’s eyes closed for the last time.

A shuffling sound came from the top shelf. The books appeared to move slightly to the left. A new one was squeezing its way in.

“The Story of the Stars by Seth Lampwick”. His theory was right. His life’s work wouldn’t be forgotten.

This is my entry in this week’s 100 word writing challenge over at Friday Fictioneers.

Friday Fictioneers – The Biter Gets Bit

Johnny Tinkerman was a pest. His girlfriend Susie Butterworth had a lot to put up with.

“Hee Hee” chuckled Johnny as he kept a firm eye on the wasp. It had been buzzing around for a while, stubbornly refusing the freedom offered by the open window. Johnny was glad.

“Here waspy” pleaded Johnny as he dribbled sticky jam onto Susie’s arm.

“Johnny, what you doin? Gerroff!” screamed Susie.

“Hee Hee…Ouch….waahhhhh” wailed Johnny as the sting punctured his skin.

Wasps at the Appleweed Kindergarten much preferred bare necks to strawberry covered arms. Johnny was only four. He would learn.

This is my entry in this week’s 100 word writing challenge over at Friday Fictioneers.

Friday Fictioneers – Hell’s Angel

Day after day the old fool would be ploughing his fields. Nobody else was ploughing. He seemed obsessed.

No ordinary plough though for Zebediah Higgins. Made it himself he did. Looked like one of them choppers. You’d see him lying back, ploughing away. “Born to be wild” blaring out from his radio. It just wasn’t normal.

Zeb’s wife had gone missing recently. It seemed to tip him over the edge. He now ploughed more furiously than ever. Elsie had been his rock. They argued incessantly but loved each other dearly.

One more plough and they’ll never find her grinned the mad old farmer.

This is my entry in this week’s 100 word writing challenge over at Friday Fictioneers.

Friday Fictioneers – Nature’s Law

“Take a break” shouted Dan as he and Frankie collapsed breathless under the gnarly old tree.

“It pulls in evil” said Dan looking up at the knot riddled branches. “Reaches out and just grabs it. Those lumps? Bad people. Every crime committed in these parts, it removes a bit of evil. The bigger the crime the more it needs.”

“Does stealing Mr Perkins car count?” said Frankie jokingly.

As Dan moved away Frankie’s muffled cries faded to silence.

How many more? How many…?

Dan knew well enough that what he’d done to that girl meant the old tree would be expecting him again very soon.

This is my entry in this week’s 100 word writing challenge over at Friday Fictioneers.