E.A. Wicklund's Blog, page 9
August 7, 2019
Fertilizer
Photo by: Randy Mazie
The ivy, growing outside the abandoned building, turned to the trumpet vine and said, “At first I thought this was a mistake.”
“Why?” said the trumpet vine. “The intelligent plants growing inside are thriving, and will soon take over the world.”
“I mean the ‘no trespassing’ sign. To curious humans that’s like an invitation.”
“Agreed, but it works. Just enough of them venture inside, unable to resist their own curiosity.”
“And after seeing our incredible developments, they have to be killed. No witnesses allowed.” The ivy shuddered.
“But it all works out,” said the trumpet vine. “Humans are great fertilizer.”
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Written for the Friday Fictioneers: https://rochellewisoff.com/2019/08/07/9-august-2019/
June 19, 2019
Troublemaker
Photo by: Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
Billy-Joe never meant to cause trouble, but he had an uncanny talent for finding it. So when he stumbled across the intergalactic transit station, teeming with thousands of alien species, he vowed to stay out of trouble.
Hungry, he praised the station designers for placing a convenient orchard, complete with an apple tree. He plucked a fruit and ventured on, hoping to find a way home.
Minutes later, the mantis-like station police officer said, “Kidnapping is a serious offense, ma’am. Isn’t it possible your daughter wandered and got lost?”
“She couldn’t have,” exclaimed the sentient apple tree. “She’s an apple!”
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Written for the Friday Fictioneers: https://rochellewisoff.com/2019/06/19/21-june-2019/
May 15, 2019
The Terror
“OMG,” said Brittany. “Her butt is so big!”
Though new to the school, Brittany’s looks ensured she was popular, and she used that popularity like a terror weapon.
“Don’t talk about Angie’s butt,” hissed the girls around her. “It’s not safe.”
“Why not?” she laughed. “It’s huge!”
In the locker room, Angie was shunned by the other girls. Alone, she took off her swimsuit and breathed a sigh of relief. It was hard to squeeze into that thing, but there were advantages…
As her tentacles oozed over the lockers, Angie smiled.
Brittany would discover who the school’s true terror was, today.
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Written for the Friday Fictioneers: https://rochellewisoff.com/2019/05/15/17-may-2019/
May 8, 2019
That Time of the Century
Photo by: Jean L. Hays
The gargantuan dragon had proven impervious to human weapons and still demanded a virgin.
General Cavendish saluted fifteen-year old Genevieve Holder with a tear. “Your sacrifice will not be forgotten.”
Genevieve shook with fear, but bravely entered the cave entrance. Twenty minutes later, she returned, laughing.
Worried, Cavendish said, “What’s wrong?”
Still chuckling, Genevieve said, “It’s fine. She’s going through changes, and it’s that time of the century.”
Cavendish shook his head, confused. “Time for what?”
Genevieve patted his arm. “It’s a girl thing, General. I’m gonna need fifty yards of super-absorbent foam, preferably pink.”
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Written for the Friday Fictioneers: https://rochellewisoff.com/2019/05/08/10-may-2019/
Authors Notes:
Guys, if you still don’t get it…ask a female friend for help…
