Alternative Fiction

It came to me in my sleep, as many fantastic ideas do, that I should give myself an extra challenge and try to come up with a story without first seeing this week’s Friday Fictioneer prompt. Fortunately for me, the 100 words I chose were easy to manipulate to match the photo provided courtesy of Al Forbes.

Telling stories without having all of the information is all the rage these days. We’ve come a long way, Baby, since “I cannot tell a lie” evolved into “who am I to say what is true.” Those for whom facts are important haven’t gone the way of the Dodo. We are still holding out hope for the truth, the whole truth, instead of fractured fairy tales.

…And now here’s something I hope you really like!

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Copyright Al Forbes

This Just In: Santa Claus Is Dead

A flurry of activity to pass the Calendar Reinvention Act has ended in tragedy. Efforts to halt climate change debates and modernize the names of months have taken from us a beloved icon.

Upon hearing the Christmas season would begin five months earlier, in renamed Trumtober, Santa Claus went into cardiac arrest. Doctors tried to revive him, but a future where summer is winter and February becomes Penruary was more than the ol’ saint could take.

Insiders report Santa’s worldly possessions, including the Big Fella mobile presented to him at the 1919 World Series, are headed to Virginia for auction.

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Thanks for reading. More Friday Fictioneers are here. Evidently this week’s photo was used in a previous FF week that I missed. Way to recycle, Rochelle!

42 thoughts on “Alternative Fiction

    1. I rarely, if ever, endeavor to be clever, but when I do, there’s nothing like myth busting with humor. Gets ’em every time! A satire, a metaphor, and a politician walk into bar…stop me if you’ve heard this one – xo.

  1. Wow, I want to say this is a beautiful piece of fiction but I now believe such ridiculous stuff could happen.

  2. “What IS truth, said jesting Pilate, and would not wait for an answer.” — Mr. Smith Goes To Washington.
    As for the Fractured Fairy Tales, my favorite was red Riding Hood with the 15 baskets full of — “(BANG!) uh, yeah. Goodies. Well, the story ALMOST had a happy ending.” 😀

    1. It depends, one might say, on what your definition of is, is. That little nugget from a previous administration’s trials and tribulations…and happy endings (sorta) are better off forgotten. 😀

      1. Hahahaha! Or as Jacques Monod, the French biologist said in his book, Chance and Necessity, and he held this view, that we don’t know an “ought” from the “is.” 😀

  3. Dear StepHonie,

    Prompt? We don’ need no stinking prompt.

    I grew up on Fractured Fairy Tales. That might explain a lot. We all know that climate change is hogwash and hooey, right? That’s why my friend in New Mexico in the desert is suffering from the high humidity.

    As for recycling the prompt…totally unintentional. Oops.

    You had me at “Here’s something you’ll really like.” 😉 Love Rocket J. Squirrel.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

    1. Dear Rochelle,

      Imagine my joy when I discovered that the prompt could work so well with an idea I had squirreled away in my brain. It’s all about editing, isn’t it?

      Nuts about you,
      StepHonie

  4. You know I’m a sucker for Edward Everett Horton. Where do you think I get most of my material?

    I can’t wait for St. Reagan Day and the Festival of Robbers Hood (the national stealing from the poor and giving to the rich extravaganza).

    1. I have the news (what passes for news, anyway) to thank for setting this tale in motion. The most ridiculous idea sometimes manifests itself in ways we could never expect.

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