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Friday Fictioneers – Teeth


“D-d-d don’t look like much to me,” had started ol’ Dawkins, but his job was to tether the mules.

“I’ll take a picture of the markings from above, and get a better idea,” said KZ, her white scarf fluttering across her face, disarming my thoughts.

“Tough flying through those mountains,” I replied.

“I do tough,” she said.

Her white scarf had flowed in the air stream as she flew over the high plateau in her prop plane.

She landed smoothly in the sand below us.

“So what are they?” I shouted down.

She motioned with her gloved hands.

“I think she’s sayin’ p-p-p-penis,” Dawkins stuttured.

“Probably ones that bite, knowing KZ!” I grinned aloud.


Thanks very much to Rochelle! Pic this week by Danny Bowman. For Friday Fictioneers 100 word stories.

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100WCGU ~ Knock Knock!

image004“Well I don’t know.”

“You don’t? Why not?”

“What’s the slogan again?”

“KNOCK’s hilarious!”


“Why what?”

“Why is it hilarious?”

“Well, knock knock, you know, and he’s knocking over a vase. Funny!”

“How does that sell me cameras?”

“It doesn’t.”

“I see.”

“Well, not directly, but subluminably..”

“The word is sublinally.”

“Yeah, sublalli…uh, yeah, anyway, makes people want to shoot those kind of pictures when they see that advert.”

“I see, shoot as in, fire.”

“Uh, well, I suppose could be..”

“As in, when I see that advert it makes me want to shoot you.”


“Yeah. Bang. Out!”


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Friday Fiction ~ A Career Change

Ol’ Pops Dawson had been a cleaner at Brisbane Airport as long as he’d been cleaning, but had never been in a plane. So it seemed natural when he saw the pilot’s hat and jacket behind the desk at the gate that he would just try them on in the walkway.

When he boarded the plane he remembered not to look too joyful, and when he slipped into the pilot’s seat and put headphone on, he happily replied to the control tower:

“Uh…yeah, this is Tango Lima 332 ready for departure.”

He okayed the purser’s request to close all doors and let the copilot fire up engines.

Captain Olson, returning from the bathroom, was somewhat perturbed to see his jet pulling out of the stand.

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