The Fence – Friday Fictioneers

AnElephantCant believe it
Another week has flown by
He needs an idea
For the Fictioneers
So that he does not get left high and dry

 Just write a 100 word story about this picture prompt.

Copyright Sarah Ann Hall

Copyright Sarah Ann Hall

Okay, guys, looks like this is it.
They are coming back again.
I suppose it was inevitable, now the weather has cleared.
They look as though they mean business this time.
They have a lot of equipment, most of it fatal to our species.
And not just the hand held weapons that rip us apart.
No, the chemicals do the real damage.
Those of us who got through the fence should be safe.
But it looks all over for the ones in here.
Good luck and goodbye, my brothers.
Yep, they are loading their sprays with herbicide.
WMDs for weeds.

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33 Responses to The Fence – Friday Fictioneers

  1. I’d hate to think of what would happen if all the weeds got together. The rise of the Crabgrass Empire.

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  2. Sarah Ann says:

    It’s touch being a weed. This is a great take on the prompt.

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  3. It’s tough when everyone is out to get all the weed and all the grass 😉

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  4. elappleby says:

    Pity the poor weeds! You led me up the garden path with this one, elephant 🙂

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  5. emmylgant says:

    Love that POV.
    And the reality check, that some battles can’t be won but must be fought anyway.
    Show me poppies, daisies, cornflowers, buttercups, queen-Anne’s-lace and oodles of other flowers on the side of the road and we are looking at weeds…grass is better?
    Sorry. Off the soap box now.

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  6. Shreyank says:

    ha ha ha witty 🙂

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  7. julespaige says:

    Don’t turn your back
    Or they’ll attack –
    Three magic beans
    Reach a Giant’s clouded kingdom scene
    But if you’re still here…
    Watch carefully as the poison ivy draws near…

    I’ve only got my continuing story this week here…
    So I’ll direct you to an unofficial photo prompted piece, enjoy:
    http://julesinflashyfiction.wordpress.com/2013/05/14/the-start-of-the-drought/

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  8. EagleAye says:

    Clever lad. I knew a twist was coming, I just didn’t know what it would be. Weeds was definitely unexpected. You set that up brilliantly.

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  9. WMD for weeds. lol

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  10. Helena Hann-Basquiat says:

    Now all those plants in forefront of the picture really do seem to be escaping. Well done!

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  11. Dear Elephant,
    Makes one rethink about weeds. Nah…I still don’t like them in my lawn. Clever story, however. Unique POV.
    shalom,
    Rochelle

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  12. The Real Cie says:

    Reblogged this on The Cheese Whines and commented:
    Cool story! I never knew a weed that obeyed a herbicide for long. 😉

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  13. nightlake says:

    poor weeds.. a lovely fun read.. enjoyed this

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  14. Penny L Howe says:

    Weeds to some, flowers to others (a dandelion is still a flower to little Emma) another life form to the planet we share with them. I really like this one. The perspective and view, that of plant life. A view few too many take into consideration today! I also like the fact that the fence keeping the plants in was where the danger lay, not on the outside wilderness of the fence. Well conceived and written, thank you 🙂 xo

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  15. colonialist says:

    So now that the spraying has started
    Let’s pray for the souls of departed!
    Well done for the manner in which you succeed
    In killing each weed in a hundred-word read!

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  16. Alastair says:

    Haha I love that 😀

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  17. Now where are the giant dogs going to pee.

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