Music and Fiction – Everybody Wants To Rule The World

(Author’s note: Nothing…I’m going to be moving soon. It may mean no post-Christmas story…but you never know. Here’s today’s fictioneers: )

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© Douglas M. MacIlroy

Everybody Wants To Rule The World

by Miles H. Rost

“Dexter, this idea is crazy!”
“It’s not like you had a better one. Using the globe, I can track where the hacker’s main server is, and wipe it out with 1 keystroke.”
“Which one?”
“Backspace.”
“But what do you need to do to trace it?”
“As the signal moves, like it’s doing now, I need to…”

Dexter tapped his keys.

“…use commands to follow the trail and…”

He rested his hand above the backspace key.

“NOW!”

*click*

Suddenly, the room got pitch dark.

“What happened?!” Stephanie, his best friend, cried out.

“Uh…we better run. We just nuked PG&E’s substation.”

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Friday Fictioneers – Brick House

(Author’s note: Had to take last week off again, due to some unfortunate pain related to my exercise regimen. I’m better now. And while I’m on new business, there’s a new watcher to the board. His name is H.K., and he’s a great guy with a sense of humor. He’s someone who is interested in what Music and Fiction is all about. H.K., welcome aboard! Here’s today’s fictioneers…)

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© Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Brick House

by Miles H. Rost

His foot hooked on a root, and he fell flat on his face into a peat bog.

Michael ignored the pain and kept running.

He had to get away.

His girlfriend Nadine had gone nuts.

For the first 3 months, their relationship was hands off and very slow-going. Without warning, she jumped on him and tried to perform a tonsillectomy with her tongue.

Seeing the old brick garage, he ran in and barred the door. He could hide out there.

*click*

Light came on behind him. He turned around.

“Oh, Michael…”

It was the end. He couldn’t run from her lust.

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Friday Fictioneers – Jigue

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© Sandra Crook

Jigue

by Miles H. Rost

Tension as thick as whipped cream.

At the Ballarat Estate, the annual charity Chess and Pie Ball were underway, and the pie competition was fierce.

15 contestants, and the time was at hand for the final results.

“The winner of the Chess and Pie competition for this year is…”

The envelope opened. The bright face of the chairwoman turned glum.

“Angus MacDonald and his Scotch Pie…for the 12th year in a row.”

Angus laughed, and started to dance his jigue.

“HALT!”

Angus looked back, and saw Constable Barklay with handcuffs.

“The jigue is up. You were caught stealing that pie.”

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Friday Fictioneers – Sweet Dreams

(Author’s note: Still in a splint. Things acting up, but I’ll be fine. 84 calendar days until I end my working career in Korea. As for today’s fictioneers, I originally was going to go with “Stuck In A Closet With Vanna White”, but I felt like something…more. Enjoy today’s fictioneers! )

 

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© R.W.F.

Sweet Dreams

by Miles H. Rost

“Desi…”

Desiree and Mike had been picked by lottery to end up in the closet. Mike was fully sober, but had been intoxicated by something much stronger than booze.

And he could not see anything.

“Mike…keep going.”

Hot and heavy it was, heightened by Air Supply on the portable radio beside them.

“Desi, my finger…it’s stuck.”

Everything stopped, except for the guitars in the song.

“That’s my bra, Mike. Take it off.”

Another moment of slight movement, and a sudden shift of things crashed down, including a clang.

“Mike?”

She felt around, finding a clock beside Mike’s head.

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Friday Fictioneers – Bird Is The Word

(Author’s note: Big things to announce soon, not necessarily blog related, but we’ll see how things work. Otherwise, enjoy!)

© Douglas McIlnoy

Bird Is The Word

by Miles H. Rost

“You. You are a birdbrain!”

Ornithological expert Phil Kilanowski looked up from his desk.

“Come again?”

“You are a birdbrain. That’s all you have on your mind!” his wife, Melanie, cried out. She had a crow on each shoulder.

“Oh! You made friends with Phobos and Deimos! Excellent! This is great for my study on the social habits of crows!”

Melanie blinked.

“And the osprey in the living room?”

“Oh, he’ll be back at the university next week.”

“No, he’ll be back at the university tonight. Along with all others. Or your dinner will taste like chicken.”

Phil’s face went white.

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Friday Fictioneers – Rock Me Amadeus

(Author’s note: Thanks to all the folks who have subscribed to this blog. Some exciting things may be developing soon, so stay tuned to this blog for more info. Otherwise, let’s go with this! Today’s Fictioneers!)

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© C.E. Ayr

Rock Me Amadeus

by Miles H. Rost

“The map says we need to climb this rock to get to the treasure,” Colin said.
“Are you sure? This rock doesn’t seem safe,” Hannah replied.
“Come on, if the contest didn’t think this was safe, they wouldn’t have put it in the directions.”
“Well, I’m not sure it’s safe. Take a look, it seems tipsy.”
“I’ll prove it to you that it is safe. Give me a moment.”

Colin started to climb the rock, and it started to roll over. He jumped as it rolled it’s way into a farmhouse below.

“Well, rock me, Amadeus…”

Hannah rolled her eyes.

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Friday Fictioneers – The Bug

(Author’s Note: Getting things ready for a new 1000+ word story for the blog. Thanks to Lisa Young, my colleague here in Korea, who is also doing a story as a two-person challenge. Shapes will be abounding. In the meantime, here’s your Fictioneers.)

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Photo Prompt © Shaktiki Sharma 

The Bug

by Miles H. Rost

“Daisy, I told you that I’m just going to sit up here until someone notices me and screams. Then I’ll fly off.”
“Trent, realize that you’re a mantis wasp. People will be afraid, but you’re going to get smacked.”
“Bah. I’m big and people don’t smack big things around. They just run like crazy and we get our jollies off of them.”
“You’re gonna get killed. I’m not watching this. I’m outta here.”
“But wait, Daisy…”

Trent looked out at the people in the temple.

“Oh well, looks like I’ll just have to…”

Crunching was the last sound he heard.

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