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The wooly tale of Dennis Snugtop

Dennis Snugtop wore the snazziest knitwear known to man. He was never happier than when the days grew shorter and the air turned colder. Whether he was sporting a cardigan, tank top, sweater or scarf, Dennis could be spotted a mile off.

“There goes Dennis,” people would say to other people that were unfamiliar with persons dressed in bright coloured winter wool all year long. During December, January and February his fashion sense made everybody smile.

In June 2012, Dennis Snugtop was suspicious by his absence. He was later found dead, having drowned in a pool of his own sweat.


Thank you to everyone that commented last week, sending well wishes. They were most appreciated and apologies that I didn’t get to thank you all individually. I’ll do that next – and hopefully make time to come read all your stories that I missed due to job hunting!

This piece is submitted as part of the wonderful Friday Fictioneers. You can find all the information you need at Rochelle’s blog, where you’ll also find 100 new stories from other talented writers every week.

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An Easy Build

The manual had said “easy-build” and “ready to occupy in only 3 hours” but after 4 years and 77 hours, Bob was becoming more than a little bit fed up.

It was Fanny’s idea, they’d talked about building an extension for years but the money hadn’t exactly been rolling in.

But then she’d seen an advert for flat packed, “build it yourself” homes and decided there and then that her dreams had been answered.

She’s dead now, of course, her nagging body being used as a pivotal role in the foundations.

By the front door.

Where you wipe your feet.

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Submitted for Friday Fictioneers photo prompt. See if you can write a piece of flash fiction in 100 words.

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Run

Running With No Shoes had been a firm favourite amongst the other members of the tribe; his light-hearted and carefree attitude setting him apart from the other, more serious elders. So when, aged 87, he had run into the woods one rainy night, no one batted an eyelid.

In fact it wasn’t until the following Thursday when someone spotted his shoes, perfectly positioned to the west upon the porch, that the village realised he hadn’t returned. The shoes have never been moved since; a mark of respect to a friend that ran barefoot and wide-eyed wherever the wind took him.

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Submitted as part of Friday Fictioneers. It’s been a while since I’ve put words down on this here blog. Hopefully this will wake me up from my slumber.

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What’s in the box?

Another quick shot at the 2nd person perspective.

 

You should have been kinder at the time, ya know. There really was no need to act the way you did for the last 23 years especially now you’re revealing all these so-called feelings to so many people. How many did you invite in the end? It sounds like a good 40-50 out there.

Oh great, now you’re crying. For fuck sake, anyone would think you really did care. WHY. DIDN’T. YOU. SHOW. IT. BEFORE!?

Is that… Is that James blunt? You didn’t… Surely you didn’t.. Oh Christ It IS James Blunt. You utter, utter, bastard.

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Dead.

Today we’ve been looking at poems for funerals. Trying to find something light-hearted, dare I say “funny” specifically dealing with death is quite tricky. There doesn’t seem to be a hell of a lot out there, and I guess that’s to be expected.

So I thought I’d give it a shot. 

I’ll tell you right now…. I failed. I failed miserably. What I’ve come up with certainly scans ok, but I’m sure you’ll agree it’s far from light-hearted. It almost belongs in a sympathy card.

I think the trick to writing an amusing poem about death is definitely in knowing the person. The few examples scattered online all talk knowingly about the ex-individual. Perhaps in this instance, that’s where I’ve fallen down.
Back to the drawing board.

Dead.

You’re dead now, but that’s ok.

No longer will you suffer.

The good times will remain with us

and the bad, well they don’t matter.

Your friends and family all gathered here

on this cold grey winters day,

to say farewell, goodbye, ta-ta

and wipe the tears away.

They say it’s time to Rest In Peace

when it’s your time to depart.

So we’ll leave you now, to sleep, not dream

forever in our hearts.

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