Friday Fictioneers is hosted by the wonderful Rochelle, the undisputed master of what I call Sound Bite Fiction.
She sets the weekly challenge, and the standard.
Today’s photo is by Sandra Crook, perhaps the writer I most admire of all the Fictioneers, always worth reading.
I remember the story I wrote for this last time, and quite like it, but for some reason a whole different idea popped into my head this morning.
So I wrote it down.
The idea, as always, is to write a story of around 100 words based on the picture, below.
Copyright Sandra Crook
Little Piggies
This little piggy went to market…
I remember squealing in excitement, in glee, in almost fearful anticipation, as my mother nibbled my toes, and recited that rhyme.
Among the happiest of my childhood memories.
One of very few, actually.
This little piggy stayed at home…
After she was gone things were very different.
I spent most of the time locked in my room after new mummy screamed at me.
Maybe that is why I am so strange now.
Why I take children home.
Why I cut off their toes.
Why I eat them.
This little piggy had roast beef…
Nice cute build up that lulls the reader into a comfortable place before a wicked killer line. I liked it
Hahahahaha! Oh that was BRUTAL. Dark humor at its finest.
Great job, C.E.
Thank you for your kind comments, but I have to ask, are you off your medication again?
I love how some readers react with horror and others, like your good self, burst into laughter.
Medication? What medication?
It’s just that I pay attention to the way the story presents itself as opposed to the content. I know when it “works” and when it doesn’t. This worked, so it gets a laugh of approval, meaning you did great. Also, your rather bizarre sense of humor has always been appreciated.
I always appreciate your comments, Kent, and try to reply in kind.
I guess my ‘rather bizarre sense of humor’ missed the mark this time.
Another swig of laudanum should get me back on track.
Please feel free to share it anytime. 😀
I love how the cute childhood memory so quickly turned sour, and turned to an ending truly uncomfortable to read. You changed the mood very well and wrote so much story in a few words. Great stuff
Thank you, sir, I do try to keep it interesting.
Always a pleasure to see you here.
Now I do remember my mum blowing raspberries on my feet – after that your little tale diverges somewhat from my experience (and hopefully yours too).
So how many toes do you have now, Miranda?
Thank you for visiting once again.
Oh, C.E., that’s a ghastly ending twist. I should have known. That’s anything but a butterfly or rainbow. Good writing, though. O_o — Suzanne
Thank you, Suzanne, ghastly is good.
Next week, butterflies and rainbows, honest injun!
A heart-felt Ugh from me here, too. And hearing you read it, so matter-of-factly, almost chipper: great fun. It’s not my genre, but I can enjoy it in tiny doses.
I hope the dose was tiny enough, dear lady.
As I said last week, next week I will write about butterflies and rainbows.
Flash fiction is just the right dose. And I can see the blood dripping from your rainbows already–looking forward to it. 😀
Ugh, was not expecting such a gross and terrifying ending. This one is vivid and terrifying even fir your fiction. Hannibal meets some horror story. Great writing though CE 🙂
Oh Amanda, I am sorry.
But not really.
I love ‘Ugh’.
And thank you.
Good grief! Shocking! I was feeling all warm inside at the beginning, but the twist at the end blew that away!
Yeah, well, you really should have known better, shouldn’t you?
I like ‘Good grief’, it reminds me of Charlie Brown.
No way!
Way!
And welcome to my humble abode, ma’am.
Oh what adults can do to twist a young one’s mind….
Too true, Alicia, that is my excuse too.
Wow! Did not expect that. You dark, dark man 🙂 Reminded me of Red Dragon, the first Hannibal Lecter book. The killer in that had a very disturbed upbringing too. Dark, devilish but terrifically well done
You are not supposed to expect it, that is the point of my strap line!
I like ‘Wow!’
Mr Lecter is a scary canary.
A great write – expected or not! Good stuff 🙂
Oh this made my stomach roll – but I liked it!
Glad you did, strange lady!
Yikes!
He is one unhappy adult.
Not much escapes your eagle eye, does it, ma’am?
I like ‘Yikes’!
Backhanded way of avenging himself!
Looks like a backhanded way of revenging himself!
It looks like backhanded way of revenging yourself!
Yes, not altogether rational, is it
Hell’s bells man, you had me squirming with that one. And such a poignant memory too, having your toes nibbled. It borders on the excruciating, much like the sting in the tail of your piece. Good one, CE.
Language, Timothy!
I try not to make life too easy, and you really can’t beat a good squirm.
Wow! This is one of my favourite FF stories yet! Disturbing and brilliant. You sir, are a master.
This is one of my favourite comments yet!
Although I did get a bit embarrassed towards the end.
But thank you.
Dear C.E.
This one is high on the cringe-o-meter. Very well done. Guess you could say it curled my toes.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Thank you, m’lady.
You now have my mind meandering…
Dear Sir,
This is one of your best. A smart, wicked, perfectly realized life story neatly wrapped in butcher’s paper.
Yours,
Doug
You are very kind, sir, and your well articulated praise is very much appreciated.
I am not quite sure if I ‘like’ this pretty horrifying and likely to haunt me for quite a while…
Thank you for commenting, despite your doubts about liking.
Oh and happy hauntingness.
Just when I thought I had managed to get over it 🙁 But of course a compliment to your writing 🙂
This was most likely your most chilling story to date… love the reading and those nibbling of toes and the terror of what a nursery rhyme can bring.
Thank you, Bjorn, chilling and terror are pretty neat, I think!
That little piggy had better watch out, inspector Johnson’s on his case.🙂
Thank you for visiting.
Sadly I do not understand your reference.
Another surprising end chillingly executed.
One does one’s best, dear chap.
Thanks for visiting, and for not bringing him.
OMG, from light to darkness in just few words. Terrifyingly well done.
Now that is a cool comment, thank you.
Awww…he’s happiest when he is eating little toes, just like his mommy used to do.
Wait…what? :0)
You are not a well lady.
It is your best fault.
LOL…thank you 🙂
Yowzers! Black humour or what?
Pitch black, ye gads.
I like ‘ye gads’!
I like ‘Yowzers’!