Friday Fictioneers: Whatever I Want

Evening all, especially Rochelle, what a crazy few weeks we’ve had, i’ve been offered redundancy and Trump is on his way to being redundant. It’s crazy, I shudder to think what it’s like in the US right now. I’d go to the Moon but Elon Musk will probably find his way there. So this weeks FF is an oasis relative literary calm. The aim; 100 words on the picture below, supplied by Kent Bonham, I have no idea what it is, so thinking caps on…

On My Marks…

Get Set…

GO!!!

“I think maybe you should calm down Donny, some of the class are upset”

“Shut up Poobumhead, I want the Green one, the blue one, the yellow one; all the lands. The canals, and I’ll flipping well build houses there. I can have whatever I want, Elon said so”

“But I don’t think you should be speaking to Vlad, he’s been put ‘On Silence’ so he’s not allowed to speak”

“I can speak to him if I want, I can give him some coloured lands, maybe he’ll be my friend”

“Why don’t you do some fun colouring in Donny?”

Here we are 100 words on that fucking lunatic, the most powerful man in the world having a permanent bout of verbal diarrhoea in the classroom, the picture looked like a colouring book, apologies if its an important text, I mean no harm.

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