Friday Fictioneers – Punk Rock

Good day, everyone! This blog is about to go boom, as in explode with people visiting soon. I have a facebook page that people can come and visit (and like) at this link. I’m also on Twitter, just look for @MusicAndFiction

Also, before I go with the show today, make sure you read over the last two stories that have come out. These are big ones, what I call the “normal” stories. Get inspired, get involved, and enjoy them. You can read “Angelia” and “We Fight Another Day” at the links. 

Now, time for the Friday Fictioneers story!

Copyright – Marie Gail Stratford

Punk Rock

by Miles Rost

Three guys, drunk as sin, walking home from a punk concert and pub crawl. All three passed by a window.

“Oi! Wot ya take an eye at that!”

“Wow! It’s got spikes an’ everything!”

“Yeah! That’s definitely punk!”

All three roared out in laughter, as they kept walking past.

After a few moments, the pile of rocks started to lift up from where it was. Underneath it popped out a head.

“Oooh! I really like this style! I think this hat will go great with my rhino-stone dress,” the head said, standing up straight. Under the hat was a very stylish socialite, opening her very expensive purse.

“The hat rocks, ma’am,” the store owner said, as he chuckled while collecting the money.

30 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers – Punk Rock

    • Well, it reminded me of the gaudy outfits the folks used to wear at Studio 54, and I just thought…hey, why not. Contrasting with the knowledge of the opposite side of the tracks, the punk side, it makes for a great story.

      Thanks for reading!

    • It’s the 1970s all over again. The socioelite had disco and Studio 54, the punks had CBGBs. I think I might actually write a story about that. Glad you read it and liked it.

  1. Fun stuff, Miles. I enjoyed the association of this picture with punk rock.

    One word of critique: If you eliminate the word “very,” you would have some spare words to fill out your story a bit.

    Still, an enjoyable tale.

    All my best,
    Marie Gail

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