(Image Credit: Ted Strutz)

The hovercraft was supposed to gently waft in before floating demurely on the expanse of the vast azure sea. Instead it came hurtling down with its blades whirring furiously like an extremely busy entity racing to keep an appointment. The body of the aircraft swayed like a ragged doll buffeted by strong winds. The sounds created by the combination of a careening aircraft and howling winds sounded like the ferocious and ominous demon’s whistle. The next morning’s headlines read, “Just before the plane disintegrated, the debt laden businessman piloting the aircraft laughed like a deranged soul into his radio.”

(Word Count: 99)

This story was written as part of the FRIDAY FICTIONEERS challenge, more about which may be found HERE

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Vilins & The Peacock

(Photo Credit: Crispina Kemp)

It was the second time in a week that the stalks had changed colour. This phenomenon was more a peacock turning into a rainbow than Mother Nature experimenting with her portfolio of colours. Vilins had enough of playing peek-a-boo with the supernatural. He decided that he would play possum next time round. Remaining as alert as Sherlock Holmes on taut nerves, he would pretend to be Zaphod Beeblebrox on steroids.

Neither Nature nor its call would deter his investigation. Accounting for all contingencies, he hit the field with a wide portfolio ranging from a portable WC to baked beans. He may have been hoodwinked by Green and caught unawares by Blue, but that would be it.

Vilins felt a sharp pain in his shin. Stooping down for a few quick seconds he tried to locate the intruder but in vain. When he looked up the stalks were chalk white!

(Word Count: 149)

Written as part of the Crimson’s Creative Challenge #38 More details regarding this challenge may be found HERE.