Friday Fictioneers: Students, what Students?

Today is Wednesday, I’m getting in quickly while Mrs T catches up on some appalling medical drama; close ups of chest cavities and cries of, “He’s Tachycardic!” are way beyond my interest and pay scale and for this reason I choose to blog!

This club is a ship of non-fools navigating the choppy waters of the blogisphere, writing a story with beginning, middle and end of no more than 100 words prompted by the picture below. So for my millions of faithful disciples, now you understand what this FF is all about, don’t think i’ve explained it before!

Rochelle you wonderful wonder woman, well done for keeping us all in check and not misbehaving, at least on this page! And J. Hardy Carroll for the photo, immediately it brought to mind incarceration of the worst kind. So lets see what comes up, thinking cap on, and…

On My Marks…

Get Set…


Pok-Fu-Lam was on fire; the night sky refracted the flames and echoed the explosions of jettisoned Molotov Cocktails crashing into the reversing armoured vehicle.

They looked at each other; black clothes and face masks covering their smoke begrimed visages, eyes flashing hastily. The truck monotonously rattled through the night, and into the day flashes of light through bullet holes in the roof. No stops, urine puddling on the floor.

Some whispered rumours of their destination; cries of panic silenced by sharp crashes of gun-barrel on metal in front.

 Just some disappearing students, just some other meaningless statistics. 

Shit happens.

OK no nursery rhymes today, no bastardised fairy tales. A serious piece inspired (is that the correct word?) by events seen on the telly happening right now in Hong Kong, and the Police Brutality seen. So it’s 100 words on the nose, and a departure for me, with no jokes.


  1. I was waiting for a punchline that never came. The events in Hong Kong are certainly no laughing matter. I fear you may be right as things escalate, it will be something that emerges in the future I’m sure, atrocities are bound to come out of this if China decides to act. Good work.


  2. Up until three months ago, we lived in Hong Kong. My daughter lives and works there now. Dear friends of mine are on the streets or in legislative buildings fighting for democracy. My eyes filled with tears when I read your story. I don’t know what will happen. The world seems to be on fire and the innocent suffer under the thumb of the powerful. Sorry for the rant. Wonderful story and thank you for bringing the situation to light here.

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    • It’s terrifying, the fact is we know the Chinese administration are dodgy, with a shocking human rights record. Watching the story unfold I knew there would only be one winner, the students would probably be martyrs but ultimately disappear. The administration would take the criticism and stand firm. What the hell can anyone do? The largest economy in the world has nothing to fear I’d suggest. Thanks for reading, I really hope your friends and family are ok, words can only go so far, but I enjoyed (is that the right word?) writing it.

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      • I’m glad you wrote it. It’s tragic what’s happening … a drawn out version of Tiananmen Square (1989) I think. You are right about the longtime human rights abuses. I used to “work” in orphanages in China from the late ’80’s up to 2010. There are no words to express the horrors …

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