Author: Sightsnbytes

PDG Pretty Darn Good

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PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll

Philip Donald Gabriel (or PDG as everyone called him) was quite the case. Nothing bothered him. Not losing his leg in a sawmill accident, not losing his job, not even losing his wife to his former boss. When asked how he was doing, his reaction was always the same: PDG…Pretty Darn Good.

One night, after a few too many beer, PDG ended up coming home with his wooden leg missing. Once he sobered up, PDG looked everywhere for his missing leg, without much luck.

When asked how he was doing, his response is changed to NTG…Not Too Good.

This little tale of the missing limb is brought to you via Friday Fictioneers. hope you enjoyed reading it.

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Humans 1 – Nons 1

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PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

For centuries, alien visitors known as the Nons (or Non-Humans) attempted to live amongst humans, but something in human DNA caused the aliens a painful death.

After years of research, a discovery was made. The cure was so simple: one part Human DNA, one part Non DNA.

How will we convince them to take it? asked a Non.

“Humans hate being sick” said the other Non. “They take meds for colds, so when we tell the world of the  Swine Flu, people everywhere will demand the shot.

And thus, the H1N1 flu vaccine was administered to half the Earth’s population.

This little conspiracy theory of the H1N1 flu shot is my entry into this weeks’ Friday Fictioneers.

This story has been banging around in my head for quite some time, I was just waiting for the right photo prompt to show up. I hope you enjoy it.

Four legs and Fur

I admit, I haven’t been keeping up to my goal of writing something each day. I used to write every day, mostly if I was feeling down or depressed. Writing was my escape from life I guess. I wrote every day, and like therapy, it seemed to be working. That was, until writing lost its importance to me, then it became boring.

I am happy to say I have found a new therapy.

Last May, my wife asked if I would be interested in animal fostering. At first I wasn’t too interested, all I could think of was the work involved, the kitty litter to scoop, or even worst, the puppy poop to pick up around the yard.

When the local SPCA showed up at our door with two little puppies, Labrador Husky mix, things changed. Yes they pooped lots, but that was ok, as I grew attached with both pups. The most difficult thing was letting them go.

A week after the puppies went, my cousin called. She had set up a group to rescue cats and kittens. She found herself with 13 kittens, way too many for the small room she had set aside in her home. We took three kittens off her hands, and of course fell in love with all three.

We found homes for two, and adopted one for ourselves. That made for three cats and three dogs in our home.

We were soon asked to join the SPCA, as board members. I accepted as I love being part of anything that helps out.

That was last year. Since the first three kittens were fostered in our home, we have had some 135 more come and go to wonderful homes all across the province. My position on the Board of Directors of the Southwest Coast SPCA turned in to a Co-Chair position, which gives me more work which I love.

We are now taking in sick kittens and nursing them back to health. Throughout the past year we have learned so much that we want to share the knowledge with others.

I am changing the name of my page from Sightsnbytes (which I originally wanted to feature a page dealing with photos of Newfoundland Scenery (Sights) and Bytes (food, recipes, and maybe some computer Jingo) to 4 Legs and Fur, a site dealing with the rescue and eventually adoption of rescue animals.

Stay tuned, I have some amazing stories to tell.

the night the lights went out

I remember sitting in our living room, watching TV when it happened. The house went dark. We had power outages before, but this one was different. It was so quiet. No more roar from the electric heating system, or from the fridge, hell even the lights made some noise, but not anymore.

We hoped it was like before, half an hour without power and it would all be over. Our teenager complained because his X-Box stopped working. “I’m bored” he complained, but it was no use. “Get the generator going, I want to go back online with my friends” he said. The generator purred for a few hours, at which time we tried the radio, but that too was dead, no broadcasts from anywhere. I even pulled out my old two wave, set it to any country with a voice, but that too was silent. Of course the X-Box idea never worked, no internet.

The folks with cabins fared the best, as they had wood stoves to heat the place, and the owners were used to the silence. We weren’t so lucky. Our furnace burned oil, but the fan was powered by electricity. We almost froze the first night, mostly covered with blankets and huddled together.

That was five years ago. The kids didn’t last long, most took their own lives. Couldn’t live without their games and imaginary lives I guess. Our kid was no different. We found him one day, huddled up in his bedroom next to his game system, so depressed he just didn’t want to move on. It took his mom almost a year to get over it, but she knew if we were to survive, we would have to do like the others, and leave our old lives behind.

It wasn’t the same after that; she grew hard. No more sweet smiles in the morning from my lady, it was ‘get up and go’ all the time.

Packing wasn’t as hard as we thought it was. No picture albums, all our photos lost with the computers. We didn’t realize how dependent we were on those things. The hardest thing to give up must have been the phones. These damn things were our communication, our pastimes, our cameras, our compass, we were totally dependent on them, but not now, never again.

A few of the people we met seemed confident they could build machines, use generators, but whatever took out the electricity did something to the earth. Some believe the magnetism of the planet was upset. I don’t know, I am just a computer programmer in a world without computers… I felt useless.

 

see the world

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PHOTO PROMPT © JS Brand

 

Harry was a cheapskate who lived with his wife Thelma in a small rundown shack. Harry’s main pastime was seeing what he could scrounge and sell, hopefully for a profit.

One day, Harry came running into the living room yelling “Honey, we are going to see the world!”

Without a word, she began packing for the vacation.

“Where you going, honey?” asked Harry.

“You said we were going to see the world!, I am getting ready for our trip.” she replied.

“What trip? Local cable just gave us a free TV package, which includes The Travel Channel” he said, proudly.

This is my entry into this weeks’ Friday Fictioneers.

The Gate

The thick autumn air was difficult to breathe, as he surged  through the thick brush. He knew his destination was near, but it was difficult to see through the dense fog.

While trudging through the cold water, he lost all feeling in his feet. Soon he was crawling frantically on his hands and knees, trying to stay ahead of the monster behind him.

When the fog  cleared, he could see  the large wrought iron gate.  As the beast gained on him, he used what little strength he had left, and lunged towards the gate, praying it would open. Then suddenly…

This intentionally unfinished tale is brought to you by this weeks’ Friday Fictioneers’ Photo Prompt. I hope this story had you wanting more…

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PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook

Complaints

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PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

“It’s raining outside. I hate the rain!” complained Charlie.

“Look, its starting to freeze, soon winter will be here. Nothing I hate more than winter!”

“The snow, its covering the window, can’t see a damn thing!”

“Will you shut your trap? All you do is complain about what’s happening outside your damn window. At least you are strong enough to look out the window, not stuck here in the bed too weak to move like me!” said Charlie’s roommate, an old man on the verge of death.

Conversations like this are common in Sunnyville Retirement Home.

This bleak reminder of what is to come for many is my entry into this week’s Friday Fictioneers. This Holiday season, try to  take some time to visit someone living in a retirement home. Many of the residents of these homes have no family around them, and often spend their Christmas and other holidays alone.

Look ma’ it flushes

When I was a kid, I lived in a very rural community. In fact, I can still remember having to go to the outhouse even on cold winter days. I also remember the day Dad installed our first toilet.

Although the toilet came with instructions on how to install it, there were no directions on how to use it. I used to sit on the seat with the tank at my chest, as if riding a bicycle.

My friend Ricky nearly burst when I showed him our new toilet. He was like “You are sitting on it wrong; backwards actually!

I had to write two stories based on the prompt this week. Just something about a good toilet picture, brings back memories from my weird childhood I guess.

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PHOTO PROMPT © What’s His Name

 

 

 

 

 

The Techno-Crapper 2000

Harvey Winston ran his business for years before going public, so when he attended his first board of directors meeting, he was in dismay.

The engineer displayed the latest in office technology, the Techno Toilet.

“The toilet is fully automatic, it flushes automatically. A warm stream of water cleans you. Instead of staring at a stall door, a LCD screen scrolls out the latest stock information.” As he babbled on, he noticed Harvey had disappeared from the room.

Harvey was found sitting on an old toilet in an abandoned shed.

“I don’t need a Techno-Crapper, this one suits me fine!”

This little tale of too much technology is my entry into this week’s Friday Fictioneers

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PHOTO PROMPT © What’s His Name

epitaph

In Canada, on November 11 we celebrate Remembrance Day  to remember those who fought to keep this country safe. This is my tribute to those whose battles only begin on the battlefield. I have linked up to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ Friday Fictioneers .

The house went up quickly

they said it was old

not unlike the man outside

lying dead in the cold.

People walked past him

lying still on the ground

but I stopped 

and looked down.

his clothes were tattered

and torn

a patch on his shoulder

 looked like a flag

he must have been proud to have worn.

The preacher said he fought in two wars

But his battle was home

 nowhere to go

he lived alone.

Depressed and tortured

He set fire to paper

And it caught in the wood

And burned him and his memories

Away for good.

PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll

 

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