Hello Friday Fictioneers, happy Thursday after having kicked this off on Wednesday; what a topsy turvy life we live and it’s all due to the masterful Rochelle.
So for some reason this one spoke to me after a few weeks in what i can only describe as the creative doldrums. So thank you to J Hardy Carroll for the prompt, most satisfying. But hold onto your hats people, I’ve got to write the bloody thing yet…
So without further ado…
On My Marks…
Get Set…
GO!!
Old McDonald did once have a farm populated with a very noisy bunch of animals. However animal populations had diminished catastrophically since the eruption of the Yellowstone super volcano.
The decades of darkness which followed spawned a behemoth flesh eating cockroach and an eerie Silence fell over humankind, hunting for sustenance, fearing for their lives.
Gradually the virulent clouds dissipated and the Photophobic peril succumbed to the light; withering and decaying.
A Mute MacDonald evolved, surviving on salted cockroach flesh and using colouring books preserved in the basement of the homestead to recall and learn past pastoral pursuits.
No E-I-E-I-O.
So there we are; a bleak look into an abysmal future and all for 100 words!! Whoop, Whoop!
Hope you enjoy.
The Count Of North Clifton 
Salted cockroach flesh – urgh. I’d rather perish in the volcano!
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They didn’t know it was going to erupt, and when it did no one anywhere near had a chance
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Post apocalyptic tall stack
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Ew-I-ew-I-Eeeeewww!
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Now I’m picturing what it would be like to ride a giant cockroach. Maybe later generations can domesticate them. 🙂
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Not sure where to start…I can only hope that the colouring books were correctly coloured in. Unlike thoose I find hanging around by house. And poor old McD – will he ever learn to talk/sing again?
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That’s the thing isn’t it? Language lost to the ash clouds and the terror of speech, the children shall inherit the awfulness we leave for them
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Dear Shrawley,
EEEEEEEEEEEE AYEEEE OOOOOOOOOO!!!!! This story has me cringing and laughing by turns. Well done, sir.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thanks Rochelle, a bit bleak this time, I’m disillusioned with politics at the moment and the way that nobody in charge is actually in charge. Glad you liked it
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No one ever spares a thought for Old MacDonald. First dwindling farm subsidies and now an exploding Yellowstone. Still, he came through it all okay!
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But unable to talk and having to relearn all the old ways, a clean sheet so to speak!
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what a life! i guess he needs a mate to keep him company. 🙂
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Excellent, Shrawls. Sometimes I think the only way we can fix things if the whole joint is wiped clean and we can start over… only it won’t be we…
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Very true Dale!
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One of the worst apocalyptic scenarios I’ve read. I pray it does not come to past as I’ll be starving…
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Keep a secret stash of biscuits; that’s the key!
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past = pass
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A beam picture indeed. Flesh eating cockroach, creepy! God help us, we are moving in the direction with global warming and all.
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Exactly
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Thank goodness you didn’t have 200 words to play with – I dread to think what else would have happened! Great take.
My story – ‘A stab in the dark’
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Thanks Kieth!!
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Like a beetle, he survives.
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A yucky but good story well written, Shrawley. I was thinking of the depiction of that super volcano exploding in the movie “2012” with Woody Harleson standing there thrilled with the sight. I’m not sure I could survive on salted cockroach but you never know what you’ll eat if you get really hungry. I hope I never have to find out. 😦 — Suzanne
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Thanks for reading Suzanne, I think woody was this lunatic scientist wasn’t he? Good film, I think?
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I think Woody was a radio personality who had studied some science but I’m not sure. He was sending out radio broadcasts though. It was a good film and they show it quite often on cable TV. 🙂 — Suzanne
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What an imaginative take! I’d never associated Old MacDonald with a post-apocalyptic dystopia, and yet, here he is!
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Nor did, I saw it in a dream
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Very bleak and the salted cockroach meat made me want to heave. I presume you were aiming for that, well done. 🙂
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Yep certainly was! Sorry about that I’m a really nice person; honest 😉
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Those cockroaches really bugs me 🙂
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Good!! Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that!
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Thank God he held on to those coloring books. I’m going to put mine in a vault right now!
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I would if I were you! The end is nigh!!☄️
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