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.
And this week she also provides the photo prompt, sure to soothe even my savage breast.
Probably.
The idea, as always, is to write a story of around 100 words based on this picture, below.
© Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
Click here to hear the writer read his words:
The Food of Love
You can probably guess my taste in music.
Well, rock ‘n’ roll, obviously.
But cats make good instruments, although their yowls become tedious rather quickly.
A dog’s howls have more variety, greater range, especially if suspended over flames.
Elderly folks have a higher pitch, but too weak to truly fulfil my needs.
A couple of lovers, played together, can sometimes be very rewarding.
The anger at what I inflict on the other adds a welcome dimension.
But too often they create discordance rather than harmony.
So children are my favourites.
They shriek exquisitely.
And they taste so much better afterwards.
Pretty sickening, reminds me of giant. A terrible nefarious one at that. Exquisitely evil.
Yep, I have to admit that this is a particularly vile tale!
Try a dishwasher. It’s a whole sympathy in a box. Wait… children?
Laughing. I have no idea how a dishwasher is relevant here!
creepy and like Trent – count me out…
but your humor is fun here – esp. this:
although their yowls become tedious rather quickly
But, dear lady, the humour and the snacks go hand in hand!
indeed they do!!
and good day to you, sire
I mean sir
Barbecue and blues.
Rock n roll, medium rare!
hmmmm….don’t know whether to lol or not.
Yeah, go on, it aids the digestion!
oh, no! Ha!
Ha ha ha ha. A true artist that one 🙂
You are not a well man, are you, sir?
While others hide behind the settee, you hold your sides in laughter.
Bravo!
Ha ha ha. Reading my stories, one reader too many has hinted that I’m a closet psychopath, so you just might be on the right track Sir 🙂
Wow, imaginative and descriptive enough to consider calling the police
I heard you the first time!
Yeah, sorry technical hitch made me think it didn’t go through 😊
Wow, so well conveyed and imaginative there’s almost the temptation to call the police
Cheers, Michael, glad it got to you.
Very sinister. Great piece.
Thank you, Lisa.
Sheesh! Hannibal Lecter ain’t got nothing on this guy!
Sheesh?
You are truly an aristocrat of the English language, Dawn!
LOL…true dat! 😉
who needs anthony bourdain when we have him? well done.
I am unaware of this gentleman, so cannot comment!
This is delightfully sinister! What a unique take on the prompt.
Thank you, Ellie, I try to surprise on occasion.
My “like” was a pure appreciation of originality and talented writing. As a stringy old gal with a weakened cry I am confident I wouldn’t be on your dinner table. I love the way the wickedness unfolds. The “hang on a minute, oh I get it moment” was great. Can’t wait to see what next week’s menu serves up.
You are very kind, Jilly, thank you.
I am happy you found something to savour from this abomination of a tale!
Well. Well. Well. I’ve got to say. Well. What have I got to say? This is masterfully done. I guess that’s it. Kudos!
Well. Well. Well. Well.
Thank you.
I guess that’s it.
Hugs!
Is this from the Hanibal Lector Song Book? 🙂
Feel free to sing along, Stu
I have never before read anything quite like this! I was having a barbecue tonight but now I’m having second thoughts, especially as I can hear my neighbour’s kids shrieking in the garden right now!
Click to read my FriFic tale
Take care not to overcook, Keith
We old people are known for our low guttural moans. Good as background singers, but not ear-catching enough to do the lead vocals. Also, I’m told we’re tough, stringy, and taste like shit.
Ha!!!!
I bow to your superior knowledge re the taste of excrement, my good sir, albeit mere hearsay.
Letting your not-so-secret evil self come out with this one, CE — where do you get this stuff? Effectively gruesome and terrifying!
I have lots of this stuff, Joy, I’m not just a sweetheart with a pretty face, y’know!
I would never dare to accuse you of such, sir!
I am thinking over that comment, Joy!
Just another handsome devil, I suppose.
Sometimes, Russell, you really are funny
With Rock and Roll for the first course, I am not surprised something softer is offered for later courses. 😉
Grinning.
Thanks, Michael, you are a wonderfully sick man!
So pleased Mr Ayr🙂
I think this is probably the most horrible story I have read ever…. well done (I will have nightmares tonight)
Laughing. Thanks, Bjorn, it is one of the most horrible I have ever written!
Tu m’invite à dîner ?
Mais qu’est-ce qu’on va manger?
Les cuisses d’enfants ont l’air très appétissantes 😋
I started reading his smiling & ended reading through splayed fingers!!
I still see you, Louise!
Shudder.
You truly are a devilishly twisted man – I mean that as a compliment of course. The couples segment was sick, but then with finish with the children. That’s the darkest tale I’ve read in a while C. Well done!
Aw shucks, Lynn, you say the nicest things!
I am quite glowing with pride here.
Sorry, I won’t be joining you for dinner. I find the music distasteful…
Yow, this one is morbid!
Your loss, Trent.
A little cuisse d’enfant in a garlic and herb sauce is very tasty.
And is the liver served with fava beans and Chianti? OK, on to read some happier stories on FF…. 😉
I’m with Iain Kelly on that one…
Brrr.
Oh don’t be so soppy, Em!
What’s a wee bit torture and cannibalism between friends?
I had to “like” for the writing, but truly, it gave me cold chills. Yikes.
Cold chills and Yikes.
My work here is done!
That’s one nasty monster.
Nobody’s perfect, James
Now, that was a grisly story! I hope he gets caught soon. Nicely done.
Susan A Eames at
Travel, Fiction and Photos
Grisly is good, thank you, Susan!
Well that was revolting. I feel we have reached ‘peak CE Ayr!’ 🙂
It is very rewarding when a 100-word story can generate such a reaction in almost everyone!
Dear C.E.
I clicked ‘like’ under protest. You could title this the “Song of Hannibal Lector.” Eew. But you set up the story well.
Shalom,
Rochelle
I think Mr Lecter killed only for personal safety or to meet his somewhat unusual dietary preferences.
But ‘Eew’ is good, m’lady!
You mined a previously unvisited seam of cruelty here. I’d like to press like, but find I can’t. Expertly, horrifically executed in more ways than one.
Sorry, Sandra, I totally understand.
The title came first and I was unable to resist the horror that followed.
I thought of posting an apology as an addendum, but by then it’s already too late, I think.
Bon appetit!
No worries. There are enough constraints on creative writing without imposing self-censorship too. 😉
You are right, of course.
Thank you
He has hard to meet needs!
We are all different, Neil!