The Word of the Day is Fort,
I hope this word inspires you to create a post, poem or story. Please link to the original word of the day post and not to this reblog.
Kira’s Sunday Scribbles is out, and it’s a lovely Easter themed picture.
write a story or poem based on this picture and please link to the original post and not this reblog post.
Happy Easter 🙂
Welcome to Kira’s weekly inspirational art piece.
Let the whole picture tell you a story, or dive into the small intricate details to make one up! Write a poem, a fiction piece or come up with a picture or drawing of your own, that you feel relates to it.
Feel free to copy Kira’s drawing, to add it to your own post!
Anything goes, there are no rules. But don’t forget to link us to your post with a pingback. Not sure how to do that? See how to create pingbacks here.
The latest Music Monday challenge is out,
Listen to the music clip and let it inspire you to write a poem or a short story. Please share it by including a link to the ORIGINAL post (not to this reblog post).
You have a week before I post the next one and link to all the weeks entries.
Have fun. 🙂
I started this challenge because I noticed that there were a great many picture challenges, but these are accessible to people with visual impairment and so I decided to post a challenge based on music. After all, music inspires our imagination even more than words or pictures do.
Here is last weeks post:
The music for last week was Sabre Dance by Aram Kachaturian.
Here are the entries for last week:
Here is the music for this week and it is an Easter themed offering, Wagner’s Parsifal.
I hope you find this music inspiring.
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Image by Kira Hoffmann from Pixabay
This story was written for The Haunted Wordsmith’s Genre Challenge, click on the link below to see the post:
Today’s genre and image: Crime Thriller/Suspense
This was not the kind of place Inspector Tanner usually frequented. In a city renowned for it’s high level of crime, this district was particularly notorious. It was funny how things had changed so dramatically in just over two decades. This area was once a prestigious university but now, crime gangs roamed the campus and the university building itself had long since been burned to the ground. Arson was a common here as thievery. In the centre of the old university grounds was the Black Jack tavern. It was said that you could find out anything there, who murdered who, who had stolen what, for the right price.
Inspector Tanner was dressed as inconspicuously as possible. Rather than his usual smart trench coat and trilby, he now wore a rather shabby afghan coat over a pair of denim jeans. He was here to meet an informant, but not someone he had ever met in person before.
As the inspector pushed open the black painted door, the fumes of smoke emerged in fine tendrils into the clear night air. Not tobacco smoke, the smell was far too pungent for that, not even pipe smoke was that foul. The tavern was not particularly well lit. Electric lights buzzed and flickered from various points around the room, making pools of light that the many bodies standing around seemed to avoid, preferring to linger in the dark recesses and corners instead.
Through the haze, he could see the bar and the barman. The man was tall and thin, with lank dark hair that fell to his shoulders, yet the crown of his head was bare. He wore no shirt, but a black leather vest, unbuttoned showing a hairy chest with more grey in it than it’s original black. His bare arms were covered in tattoos, mainly flaming skulls. He knew of the barman by reputation, they had a file three inches thick on him back at the station. Jack Peel had a record of petty larceny and aggravated assault with intent to cause harm. He used to like collecting ears too, an unpleasant habit that had sent him to prison for twelve years. On his release he had opened this establishment, which had hardly given much assurance that he had decided to go straight, but they had not been able to catch him at anything lately.
He was told to buy a drink and then walk over to the pool table. Grasping the bottle of beer, he wandered over to find two people sitting by the pool table. In one corner, a small, smartly dressed man, in a striped suit and blue tie, with mousy blond hair neatly trimmed. He had black round rimmed spectacles. As he looked in his direction, the man smiled slightly, his eyes remained devoid of emotion. In the other corner sat a large ugly man. His face was covered in small scars, a nose that looked like it had been broken several times sat above a grimacing mouth filled with gold fillings. This man was dressed in denim, head to toe, but his left sleeve appeared to have been ripped away, displaying an arm that was decorated with a snake tattoo that wound around it from his shoulder, with the snakes head, complete with fangs, tattooed on the back of his hand.
The Inspector turned back to the suited man and sat next to him.
The man smiled again and leaned towards him. “Can I help you?” he whispered.
This had to be who he was sent to speak to. “I understand you can tell me about the recent murders in Market Street. Was it the Armstrong gang?”
The man jumped up and practically ran out of the bar.
Suddenly, he felt a tap on his shoulder. The ugly brute of a man was sitting close enough for him to smell his after shave and his foul breath.
“Why did you speak to him for? He’s the man I was going to tell you about. He’s probably gone to tell his boss you’re here now. You had better follow me, if you value your life, quick, out the back way.”
I have included the following word prompts:
Today’s prompt: campus, pipe, haze
The Word of the Day is Ugly,
I hope this word inspires you to create a post.
Ugly is a state of mind, what one finds ugly another will find pleasing to the eye.
Happy Easter Sunday 🙂
It was something that I’d come to dread
That every thought within my head
would burst from my mouth, as it spoke,
the day the tin foil hats broke.
My Uncle said “What is it son?”
For I had turned quite pale and wan,
my face was screwed up really tight
while my thoughts were picked up by satellite.
“My tin foil hat has broken!” I cried
My Uncle just looked smug and sighed
“Well, Nephew I wouldn’t worry a jot,
with your brain, it’s not going to reveal a lot”.
I had a longing for something that
would keep my thoughts under my hat
My tangled mind, tortured and petty
had spilled its contents like boiling spaghetti.
A tangled jungle of vine and fern,
revealed that I had failed to learn,
my head was empty of meaningful things
but I knew by heart the Lord of the Rings.
Like a boiled egg, my mind was bare
without any useful facts in there,
My Uncle said “Now you have a mission
“you should become a politician”
But still I worried, how could that fly?
When I couldn’t ever tell a lie.
but thankfully, and rather shocking,
a new foil hat was in my Christmas Stocking.
This poem was written for A Guy Called Blokes Challenge, see here:
I have also included the following word prompts:
Today’s prompt: nephew, fern, spaghetti
The Word of the Day is Longing,
I hope you all have a lovely Easter. I don’t know about you, but I have been longing for this all winter. 🙂
The Word of the Day is Longing
Write a Poem, story or anecdote, inspired by this word.
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Most Importantly, Have Fun.
I was never one who believed in conspiracy theories or ghosts or other fantastical things. My mother always used to say “He’s got his head screwed on right, no flights of fancy from him”.
I never believed in those tales about Aliens coming to earth and living amongst us. I remember watching a documentary about how an Alien race had come to earth and taught three separate civilizations the same amazing innovations of farming, irrigation and monument building, namely the Mayans, the Han and the Egyptians. The programme was quite convincing, stating that how could three civilizations separated by thousands of miles, each develop similar methods of agriculture and tool use? The step pyramids in Meso America compared with early Pyramids from Egypt. Convincing, yet I failed to believe.
My scepticism came to an abrupt end last weekend. The almost full moon had shone brightly in the garden as I went out to my chicken run to make sure my girls were OK.
I have a habit of checking on them before I go to bed. I’m sure the neighbours think I’m absolutely mad when they hear me saying “Good night girls, sleep tight” to my hens.
This time, as I glanced up at the moon, I saw something shoot across the sky. I blinked, thinking it might have been an aeroplane. I caught a glimpse of it again. It was a circular shape with flashing lights that passed across the sky then suddenly stopped and hovered overhead. I couldn’t believe my eyes. Was it some trickery caused by a cloud? I ran inside to get my digital camera but before I got to the end of the path a bright light surrounded me and seem to trap me in its beam. I have very little memory of what happened next. I’m sure I was probed with a surgical implement or two and recall a bulbous-headed figure with huge red eyes staring at me as I lay on a bench. It is all rather hazy until I woke up, lying in my chicken run, with one of my hens sitting next to me, pecking gently at the collar of my pyjama top.
I know we are not alone in the universe now, somewhere out there is an alien with my DNA in a test tube.
“How Credible or Creative do you find my tale – please score me out of 10.”
This story was written for Rory, A Guy Called Bloke’s Spin the Yarn Challenge:
I have also included the following word prompts:
The Word of the Day is Moon.
I hope this word inspires you to create a post.
Happy Easter everyone. 🙂
I’m prone to reminisce
about bygone days spent
in rapturous bliss
as sunshine bathed
my youthful face
Those days are gone,
That time, that place.
And now the truth
Appears before my eyes,
Life is just one big compromise.
Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 18/April/2019