Friday Fictioneers: Owlhead

Blimey, where does the time go? Eh? A week has passed and what have I accomplished? Well i’ve done some work, and some walking and some listening to music, so nothing too interesting. Thank God for Rochelle providing some mid week excitement! Thanks to Miles Rost for the snap, I’ve been thinking about it all day and the first thought is the one I’m going with, so…

On My Marks…

Get Set…


Owl-Head lived in a town, and had been stuck in the town Square for some time.

He could spin his head completely around, notwithstanding physiology, 360′!! Strangers would spin his head; when it stopped, that’s where he headed, that was his life.

Place to place, permanently bewildered, and a fondness for magic mushrooms; a Strigiforme of a sensitive disposition and unusually long legs.

One inauspicious afternoon Owl-head spun into the laundrette, he’d been on a mighty-session and wanted somewhere to rest his unblinking eyes.

Inside a dark place, he lay down.

The door shut, the drum began to spin, this didn’t bode well.

There we are 100 words on Owl-head, a tragic figure led on by strangers and susceptible to bullying and suggestion, shout out to my friend M who’s story it really is.


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