PHOTO PROMPT © CEAyr
Mr Twinkle reclined, an air of nobility and idle grandeur about him. He stretched and opened his eyes.
It was a bit of a shock to his eyes to see that although he was still on the comfortable seat on the back of the scooter, he was not in the same place at all. The sight of the cobblestones, the warm summery smells, were all very different.
Clearly, he would have to watch where he decided to fall asleep in future.
Jumping off to search for breakfast, he thought ‘Where ever I am, I’m not in Kansas anymore.’
This story was written for Friday Fictioneers: See link below.
8 March 2019
I have also included the following word prompts:
FOWC with Fandango — Watch
A marriage, a vicar?
Get me some liquor,
I’d rather get drunk than get wed.
There are no photos to post
Of a wedding toast
I just stayed home and in bed.
No Bishop or priest
And no wedding feast
to enable our loved ones are fed.
My attitude stinks?
It’s more honest methinks,
And proof that I’m not easily lead.
Harmony and Love?
Good heavens above,
I’m sure I can do better than that.
The world’s end may come
But with less fuss than some,
I’ll just stay at home with my cat.
Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 11/August/2018
Inspired by the following word prompts.
Today’s things are: bishop, vicar, post
This is a Three Things Challenge as set by the haunted wordsmith, see link below:
Here are the three words for 11 June 2018: cat, grass, midnight
Here is my attempt:
It was funny how things looked so different at night. The colours had somehow leached out of everything. The grass no longer looked green, but a funny grey colour. It was a bright night though. There was hardly a cloud in the sky and the moon was only just short of being full. It shone brightly, casting an eerie silver light over everything.
It was a warm night too. The humidity was quite stifling, maybe the black clothes were not such a good idea.
Just then the clock in the old church chimed midnight.
If it was going to happen, It should happen now. The dead were supposed to walk abroad at midnight and this was supposed to be the most haunted graveyard in the country.
Continue reading Three Things Challenge – 11th June – The Night Crawler
Debbie Whittam has set a challenge to write a poem or story in 50 words, or multiples of 50 up to a maximum of 250 words, inspired by a picture. Here is the picture.
“You had to take your shoes off when you went in and you weren’t allowed to jump on the furniture or tease the cat.”
From Robert Rankin’s Snuff Fiction
Here is my attempt:
Visiting my Great Aunt Ivy was always an adventure.
She was a strict Victorian old lady and you had to take your shoes off when you went in and you weren’t allowed to jump on the furniture or tease the cat.
The cat used to sit on the windowsill, looking even more ancient that my great-aunt.
The house was Victorian, with an addition to the back that had a bathroom and kitchen with running water. The place was littered with doilies and knickknacks like an antique shop.
She was strict but she told the best stories I’d ever heard.
See Debbie’s post here if you want to take part in this fun challenge: