Kreative Kue 230

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Segway to Hell

The pugnacious man on the electronic scooter. Everyone in the neighbourhood knows him. Or of him. Zipping around the neighbourhood, he terrorises the pedestrians with his erratic and high speed driving, as well as frantic honking and shouting.

One is never be sure if he will be weaving in and out at high speeds from the back and almost knock into anyone as one is stepping out from the bus stop to flag down the bus. This has happened a few times, to the point everyone believes there is an alarm system on his electronic scooter which reminds him to zip past people from the back as they step out from the bus stop or get off the bus into the bus stop. Even more alarming, he will turn back to flip a bird or scream an obscene or both as he ignores what is in front of him and proceeds to narrowly mow down other pedestrians.

Once, an elderly woman was getting up from a bench in the park after feeding the pigeons when he flew past her on the electronic scooter, startling her so much she plonked right back on the bench, clutching her pounding heart. “Fuck you, you dying hag,” he screamed as he extended a middle finger toward her.

Then there was another time, a child was waiting for his dog to finish doing its business so he could pick up after his pet. Hardly had the child picked up the turd and turned around to throw the little bag into the bin on the pavement did the same man zipped past the child, scaring him so much he fell down and smeared the dog turd over himself. “Fuck off, you little piece of shit!” he shouted.

Today, a father is putting out the rubbish for the garbage collector. Again, the same man zips down the pavement, honking frantically. But the father fails to notice and steps back after depositing the bags of rubbish. The man swerves to avoid him and turns back to give him the middle finger.

“Fuc-” the man never has the chance to complete his swearing as he turns the corner, colliding into a car parked on the side of the road. There is a weird crackling sound from the man as he falls and rolls onto the road, his electronic scooter falling on him.

He groans but does not move. “Help…help me…I can’t move,” he whimpers. “Somebody…help…me…”

The father looks at the man and his electronic scooter. Then he shrugs, turns on his heel and goes back into his flat; he thinks the man is just going to swear at him and his time is better spent on answering the ringing phone. On the other side of the road, the old lady who is sitting on the bench and craning her neck to see what has happened, turns back and continues feeding the pigeons; she hears nothing but the coos of the pigeons. Further up ahead the pavement, the child who is waiting as his dog is marking a fire hydrant, sees the man rolling onto the road; but he starts chasing after his dog when it runs off to investigate a bush, hearing nothing but the barking of his dog. At the bus stop, a bus pulls in and passengers get on and off; they hear nothing but the electronic beeps of bus fare and the chugging of bus engine.

Life continues in the neighbourhood but not for the electronic scooter rider.


*evil grins at this story*

A group I hate besides pedestrians who are glued to their phones as they walk are these irresponsible electronic scooter riders. Pedestrians who are glued to their phones as they walk are annoying, because I have no eye contact with them so I have no way of knowing if they want to step to the left or to the right – we usually end up in an impromptu and awkward choreographing of waltz. My favourite trick is to stop in front of them and let them figure out which way they want to go.

But these irresponsible riders, weaving around on their silent electronic scooters at  30kph, sometimes 40kph even, on the pavement, there is no telling what is going to happen at times.

So please, if you are one of the riders, have the decency to slow down instead of just zipping silent past pedestrians.

If you are interested, the prompt is linked below.

On to this week’s challenge: Using this photo as inspiration, write a short story, flash fiction, scene, poem; anything, really; even just a caption for the photograph. Either put it (or a link to it) in a comment or email it to me at keithchanning@gmail.com before 6pm next Sunday (if you aren’t sure what the time is where I live, this link will tell you). If you post it on your own blog or site, a link to this page would be appreciated, but please do also mention it in a comment here.

Prompt: Kreative Kue 230

Kreative Kue 228

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Paparazzi

Oh, I see you sneaking around again, with your camera. What are you up to? Taking photographs? An harmless activity? I see, I see. It’s harmless to you, I guess, since all the harm is left to me. You see, you have taken a photo of me in a compromising situation, laying with another of my kind. Then you put up the photo without any context. Naturally, you are not in the wrong. And because it is taken in public space, naturally, this is your right to free speech.

But you don’t care about what happens next, do you? After all, the money’s already in and you’re ready to move on to the next project.

Meanwhile, I’m left behind, after facing a barrage of verbal attacks and unfair criticisms. But no one knows the truth, you see. Even after the truth about this situation is revealed, the keyboard warriors and social fighters have moved on together with you to the next project, gleefully awaiting for their next target to correct into social norms.

If I let you take the photos, I’m left to deal with the aftermath. If I don’t let you take the photos, I’m also left to deal with the aftermath. I can’t even execute my classic move of biting your hand. What a lose-lose situation.

But you go ahead and enjoy taking this photograph. Please, go on.

The subject of this photo is known as “The Cursed Celebrity”. Many paparazzi who took his photo died of highly unnatural deaths, such as getting struck by lightning, killed in earthquakes, dying in plane crashes or even choking to death. Paparazzi have long given up stalking and snapping his photos, in fear of being next in line to die. This is the only surviving paparazzi photo left of the celebrity and is highly valued, although it was almost destroyed a few times when it was housed in the National Art Gallery, from almost getting burnt down together with the gallery to being destroyed in a great tsunami.


I cannot understand the concept of paparazzi, especially after the death of Princess Diana, just like I cannot understand the concept of freedom of speech. And this is compounded by today’s prolific use of technology, which is so powerful to the point of being destructive in some contexts.

If you are interested, the prompt is linked below.

On to this week’s challenge: Using this photo as inspiration, write a short story, flash fiction, scene, poem; anything, really; even just a caption for the photograph. Either put it (or a link to it) in a comment or email it to me at keithchanning@gmail.com before 6pm next Sunday (if you aren’t sure what the time is where I live, this link will tell you). If you post it on your own blog or site, a link to this page would be appreciated, but please do also mention it in a comment here.

Prompt: Kreative Kue 228

Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #26

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When the two old roommates saw their Uber coasting toward them, they got up to flag it down.

“Ugh, I’m glad we quit drinking. Otherwise we’ll be puking all over the cab,” @n+h0ny started.

“So what if we didn’t quit drinking? This is the latest Uber cab that has automated cleaning services, complete with refreshing and cleansing abilities. It wouldn’t have mattered even if we puked,” N:9e1 replied. “It will simply clean up everything and we even have time for a smoke before we reach our place.”

“But I do miss the taste of beer and alcohol. And the smokes, of course,” @n+h0ny said wistfully as they loaded themselves into cab.

“Well, you gain some, you lose some. I mean, we could be dead 500 years ago,” N:9e1 countered. “Uploading our consciousness into this latest GT-2000 models and living to see all this – ” he waved at their surroundings. “worth it!”

“Yes, worth it!” @n+h0ny agreed and they laughed as the driverless Uber beamed to their private planet two galaxies away in less than 7 minutes.

(177 words)


Hmm, I must say, this is my first time trying my hand at a sci-fi genre. It’s not as easy as it looks, and I did not even go into details. I don’t know how sci-fi writers, or fantasy writers, craft a completely alien yet recognisable world. Salute.

If you are interested, the prompt is linked below.

Welcome to “Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge.” Each week I will be posting a photo I grab off the internet and challenge bloggers to write a relatively short flash fiction piece inspired by the photo. While there are no definitive style or word limits, I suggest trying to keep your posts to under 300 words.

Prompt: Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #26

Sunday’s Six Sentence Story Word Prompt!

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His frustration was all time high; first there was a confirmation code, then there was a re-captcha, and next was the OTP – One-Time Password – before the final test, his actual password.

He could not remember.

There were simple too many passwords to too many accounts, from social ones to productivity ones to business ones.

The fingerprint lock was possibly the best invention that ever happened to him, since all his passwords were protected by forgetfulness.

He gave up and click on “Forgot Password”, something he had been clicking on too many times these days before he paused.

What was his account ID?


I don’t know if any of you have this problem, but these days, I found myself unable to remember the passwords, sometimes, even the account ID. Then there were times I went to a website to register, only for the website to go “Tsk tsk tsk, you have registered this email with us. Come on man, try to remember.”

I could easily write it all down on a notebook but I have already established the fact that I am paranoid. Also, I have once done that and then proceeded to lose the said book…

If you are interested, the prompt is linked below.

Rules of the hop:
Write 6 Sentences. No more. No less.
Use the current week’s prompt word.
Come back here on Thursday, link your post…
Spread the word and put in a good one to your fellow writers 🙂

PROMPT WORD:  CODE

Prompt: Sunday’s Six Sentence Story Word Prompt!

Carrot Ranch – August 8: Flash Fiction Challenge

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Poisoned Apple

He could scarcely believe it. Months of effort – of planning, of sleepless nights – wiped out in matters of seconds.

Oh, how can the apple be poisoned so?

Known for its immunity, most viruses are unable to affect it. Yet, he could deny the truth no longer.

His MacBook Pro is not responding to any of the commands.

Well, every cloud has its silver lining. Or at least he hopes the iCloud has, that the documents have been backed up to the online server.

Then he realises, he has forgotten to switch on the Wi-Fi.

Poisoned Apple indeed.

(99 words)


Well, this happened to me once. I wasn’t using MacBook Pro but rather, some other brand (NEC or Sony Vaio, I forgot which one until I made the switch to MacBook Pro). Google didn’t have a range of services like it does now and auto-saving a copy online was a foreign concept. At least to me.

The whole thing died and my heart along with it. Everything I had on the computer was the only copy. Thank goodness I know of a friend who knows of a friend who knows of a computer whiz. He did some tech mojo and I managed to salvage most of what I had, albeit not the latest updated copy.

But hey, at least I managed to get some things back!

And I never trust technology again. I have different copies of the same document saved in various places.

Talk about paranoia.

If you are interested, the prompt is linked below.

August 8, 2019, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about a poisoned apple. Let’s explore dark myth. Deconstruct the original or invent something new. Negotiate the shadows, shed light, but go where the prompt leads you!

Respond by August 13, 2019. Use the comment section below to share, read, and be social. You may leave a link, pingback, or story in the comments. If you want to be published in the weekly collection, please use the form. Rules & Guidelines.

Twittering Tales #148 – August 6, 2019

Maiden Flight

The little boy’s parents gasped while he cried out; the birthday surprise was morphing into a nightmare.

The hovering helicopter wobbled drunkenly before nosediving.

Screams sounded out at once.

The father picked up the toy helicopter and, after a brief check, announced “It’s OK!”

(278 characters)


I’m exceptionally bad at controlling electronics, which is why I don’t have remote cars or helicopters. That and the fact that our family is an average family who just managed about to settle our monthly bills and expenses.

I also don’t understand the fascination of other boys my age in cars and drones. My male friends have offered to let me to drive their cars in an attempt to “teach” me how to drive. It’s probably illegal as I don’t have a driving licence but they were excited to “cure” me of my apathy toward cars. On second thoughts, maybe I should not have said this on a public blog.

Well, long story short, we didn’t crash but let’s just say it didn’t go well – my friends would rather go on roller coaster rides and that’s saying something, since they are all not fans of rides.

For some reason, they never offered to let me fly their drones.

If you are interested, the prompt is linked below.

About the challenge: Each Tuesday I will provide a photo prompt. Your mission, if you choose to accept the challenge, is to tell a story in 280 characters or less. When you write your tale, be sure to let me know in the comments with a link to your tale. This is important as I have noticed that some of the ping backs have not been working. If you would prefer to post your tale in the comments (some people have very specific blog themes but still want to participate), I am happy to post a link to your site when I post your tale in the Round Up.

Prompt: Twittering Tales #148 – August 6, 2019

Weekend Writing Prompt #116 – Amateur

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The Art of War

“No, I’m not using mobile phone!” the student protested when his teacher asked for his phone.

“Take out all your books from the drawer.”

“See? Nothing!” he replied triumphantly.

From a thick reference book, his teacher pulled out the phone. “And your watch too.”

The student grudgingly surrendered his gadgets.

“Amateur.”

(51 words)


Oh, the games I play with my students. I swear they think I’m an idiot, not realising that sometimes, I just don’t say anything to their using of mobile phones.

If you are interested, the prompt is linked below.

The challenge is simple: each week you will be given an exact number of words you can use to write a poem or piece of prose.  You can use any format or style you like; go wherever your inspiration takes you.  The only rules are these:

  • your poem / prose must contain this week’s word.  The word does not have to count towards the exact word count total – it can be in the title, or the first letters of the lines of a poem can spell it out – you can be as creative as you want as long as it’s there somewhere.
  • the length of your poem / prose must match the number of words stated in this week’s challenge.  No more.  No less.

Prompt: Weekend Writing Prompt #116 – Amateur

Three Line Tales, Week 181

Landing on exoplanet TRAPPIST-2g7 in the TRAPPIST system was the moment of greatest triumph in humankind’s deep space exploration, opening up opportunities to rare resources.

Reports of the planet as habitable was favourable; the developments of inter-galactic gates was already commissioned and several multi-national companies, Starbucks and McDonald’s among the strongest contenders, were bidding for inter-dimensional expansion.

The collective human civilisation fell when cannibalistic aliens, waiting patiently for their livestock to expand, attacked.


When the mantis is preying on the cicada, the oriole is just stalking behind. How often are we unaware of the dangers around or behind us when we are pursuing for short term gains?

If you are interested, the prompt is linked below.

You’ll find full guidelines on the TLT page – here’s the tl;dr:

  • Write three lines inspired by the photo prompt (& give them a title if possible).
  • Link back to this post (& check the link shows up under the weekly post).
  • Tag your post with 3LineTales (so everyone can find you in the Reader).
  • Read and comment on other TLT participants’ lines.
  • Have fun.

Prompt: Three Line Tales, Week 181

Twittering Tales #135 – 7 May 2019

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Allied Destruction

When the Dark Elves came for Men from Deep Within, they were confounded; Gaia had unleashed a cataclysm which Men’s toys failed to anticipate. They stood in awe as she wrecked her artistic destruction.

Men were scrambling for fictitious safety, like ants in rampaging rapids.

(274 characters)


The image looks like there is a giany UFO hidden within the storm and the city looks very much like Dubai. In any case, this Twitter Tale surfaced because, once again, we are failing the Earth.

If you are interested, the prompt is linked below.

About the challenge: Each Tuesday I will provide a photo prompt. Your mission, if you choose to accept the challenge, is to tell a story in 280 characters or less. When you write your tale, be sure to let me know in the comments with a link to your tale. This is important as I have noticed that some of the ping backs have not been working. If you would prefer to post your tale in the comments (some people have very specific blog themes but still want to participate), I am happy to post a link to your site when I post your tale in the Round Up.

Prompt: Twittering Tales #135 – 7 May 2019

Inspiration Call: Create a 6 -Word Story

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Disconnection – discharged from technology and reflect

 


I love six word story. Telling stories in six words, it really forces you to be very selective in your words – not a single one is to be used carelessly.

If you are interested, the prompt is linked below.

Inspiration Call: Tell the story behind this picture in just 6 words. A Six Word story is a challenge for each writer to come up with a short story within six words.

Publishing opportunity details for this writing prompt can be found at Open Publishing Projects.

Prompt: Inspiration Call: Create a 6 -Word Story