FRIDAY FICTIONEERS - THE VIEW FROM PLANET 9 - MY 100 WORDS BY LINDAPALUND

        THE VIEW FROM PLANET 9

          I promised George, the Laboratory's R7 Series Robot, that I would visit Planet 9 to see how his brothers were faring.   Since completing their project for Peachy Keen Technologies, the Robots had become despondent, even suicidal.          

          Exiled, they had lost the human companionship they required to fulfil their remit. They no longer had any useful function to perform. 

          How could I tell George we were too late? The exiled R7s had self destructed before I got here. All that remained of them floated within the hydrogen and nitrogen particles that make up the atmosphere of this beautiful, but lonely planet.

                       END

Forgive me, Doug and Fictioneers, my computer met with a terrible catastrophe (marble steps in Athens) and I am trying to use my phone. I could not figure out how to upload your inspiring photo, but I had this one in my phone , so had to substitute. I also can't answer any comments, but they are always welcome.

FRIDAY FICTIONEERS - MAN AGAINST MACHINE - MY 100 WORDS BY LINDA PALUND

MAN AGAINST MACHINE

            The bike was there every day, fastened to the tree where Jenny worked.  But when Jenny failed to show that day or the following, and the bike remained, they gave up calling her home and called me instead. 

            I found the note taped under the seat.

            ‘Dear Mom and Dad, I have gone to Mars with George. 

            Intermarriage with Robots is legal there. 

            We no longer have to live in sin.

            Please believe this is the happiest day of my life.

            Jenny’

            The Man Against Machine Act is pretty clear. The bike can stay, but the Robot has to go.   

This Dabble in FLASH FICTION is from FRIDAY FICTIONEERS courtesy of:

http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2013/07/17/19-july-2013/

and you can comment on mine below:

FRIDAY FICTIONEERS - TWO GUN GIRLIE GETS HER GOAT - MY NEXT 100 WORDS - BY LINDA PALUND

I said I wasn’t going to do this, but I have anyway.  Here's another Flash Fiction on this weeks prompt for Friday Fictioneers – totally cause I need to use this character in a novel…

TWO GUN GIRLIE GETS HER GOAT

            Peachy Keen Technologies catapults me everywhere to pick up packages. Tonight, I’m in one of the planet’s last graveyards.

            The package turns out to be a ’Goat’, an illegally engineered clone.  King Enterprises would love to get their hands on it.  Worse, we’ve heard the locals are preparing to eat it.

            “Hey, Girlie!” It calls.

            “Shush”

            “Talking goat, Girlie?” One of King’s men points a Chambers Pistol at me.  Without thinking, I draw my spitfire, zap him where he stands, grab the Goat’s collar and flip back to the lab.

            “Thanks,” sighs the Goat.  “It’s a real zoo out there.”

Brought to you by Friday Fictioneers.  Try it at:

http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2013/07/10/12-july-2013/

And Please leave a comment below:

FRIDAY FICTIONEERS - GOATS & GRAVES - MY 100 WORDS BY LINDA PALUND

Goats and Graves

            Goats and Graves surveyed the old graveyard through the chain-link fence.

            “Someone should really clean that place up,” remarked Goats.

            “Nah, it’s a waste of energy.”

            “But it’s disrespectful leaving it like that!”

            “Just some old white folks buried in there.  Let them clean it up.”

            They watched Bulldog climb through a hole in the fence and lead his small flock of goats inside to graze in the shade of the Magnolia trees.

            “Hey Bulldog!” shouted Graves, “What you think you’re doing?”

            “The only good grass ‘round here grows between these old gravestones. These white folks won’t mind.  They’s dead!”

For some reason, I don't know why, I couldn't really write a story, but I felt like writing these little pieces.  Forgive me, here is another:

Goats and Graves

            Daylight doesn’t show the old graveyard to its best advantage.  The chain-link fence couldn’t stop the vandals from knocking over as many tombstones as they could or smashing up the crypts and ripping holes in the fence to graze their livestock inside.

            It wasn’t so much an act of vandalism.  More like revenge.

            The old white folks graveyard sat smack in the middle of our neighbourhood, abandoned but not forgotten.

            It would have made a great park for our kids, with its trees and green lawn.  
            Someday, we’ll tear down the fence and bulldoze the place, obliterating its oppressive history forever.

This Dabble in FLASH FICTION is from FRIDAY FICTIONEERS courtesy of:

http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2013/05/22/24-may-2013/

and you can comment on mine below:

FRIDAY FICTIONEERS - THE VIEW - MY 100 WORDS - BY LINDA PALUND

The View

            It was a beautiful day. The wind blew softly in the direction of the Spaceship, less than a mile away.  Perhaps the fumes would be blown away from us.

            We had heard the news on Fred’s shortwave radio.  Spacecraft had landed everywhere, emitting a gas that drove people mad, committing suicide in staggering numbers.

            To get a better view, Fred climbed up the Sterling Building, the highest point in town. The Fire Company followed with a ladder.

            After the Fire Crew leapt to their deaths, I felt an irresistible urge to climb up there, too.  
            “Oh, look, there goes Fred!”