50 Word Thursday #43 – Such Fresh Blood!


And the words:

“It wasn’t until I felt the sun on my face that I knew, really knew, I’d made it back.”   – Summoned to Thirteenth Grave – Darynda Jones.


I don’t know where I’d been, exactly, it was all a blur. I remember floating in a void with the only thing keeping me from fading away was my desire to return.

Luckily, four naïve young school girls decided to read from an old book. They’d been bored and preferred to procrastinate rather than study for their exams. It was four o’clock in the afternoon and the sun streamed through the window of their dormitory.

That was strange, in itself, people usually did this sort of thing at night, with candles lit, and protected by a circle of salt. Naïve? These girls were plain stupid!

The words worked, all the same, and I found myself falling out of oblivion and then I was back in the world again.

It wasn’t until I felt the sun on my face that I knew, really knew, I’d made it back.

Such fresh blood!

[150 Words]


This story was written for the 50 word Thursday challenge, this week hosted by Deb Whittam of the blog Twenty Four, click on the link below to see her post:



I have also included the following word prompts:

FOWC with Fandango — Procrastinate





Swelling, Protuberances and Apologies.

I have been totally lacklustre today.

I woke up with a strange swelling in my face. I have had random strange swellings (Not the kind you’re thinking of) before. I have been diagnosed with Idiopathic Angioedema, which sounds really cool, but what that just means is that parts of my body, specifically the layer beneath my skin, will swell up and the Idiopathic bit means, they don’t know why.

I have been taking tablets to keep it at bay, antihistamines, but they don’t always do the trick.

It could be caused by a virus or a bacterial infection in my blood, that whizzes around causing my own bodies autoimmune system to swell up to stop it.

It isn’t painful, only uncomfortable and quite scary.

The consultant gave me some sage advice. “Don’t panic,” he said, “It will only make the condition worse” he added.

“Worse?” I responded but what I said was barely audible because my lips had swollen to the size of an R&B artist’s bottom implants.

That was back when it first happened and I was concerned I was going to end up having an anaphylactic shock.

Now I just tend to scream on the inside.

So, I apologise for not being very productive blogwise today. Hopefully, normal service will resume soon.

I hope none of you decides to unfollow me in a fit of pique, due to my poor performance of today.

I’ll have a good nights sleep tonight, then I should be back with you tomorrow, my usual enthusiastic, imaginative and creative self.

Good evening.




FOWC with Fandango — Pique