Multiple Word Prompt Story – An Appreciation of Candour and Eloquence

This story was inspired by the following word prompts:

Word of the Day: Candour.

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2018/07/30/candor/

https://fivedotoh.com/2018/07/30/fowc-with-fandango-comfortable/#comment-17980

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2018/07/30/your-daily-word-prompt-eloquence-july-30th-2018/

https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2018/07/30/three-things-challenge-30-july-2018/

Today’s things are: buzz, July, load

An Appreciation of Candour and Eloquence

It was a hot July day and the air sizzled with the heat. The grass had lost any trace of green, it was dry and straw like and gave off a dry dusty aroma of the cornfields. I opened the garage door and drove my old car out onto the driveway. I wished once again that I’d had the air-conditioning fixed but money had been tight and I had no idea the summer was going to be so unbearably hot for so long. Usually we had a handful of hot days in July and August, but never longer than a week’s worth at a time. Usually a rainy day came along or a cold spell, but not this time. It had been in the low thirties since May and the forecast did not show any sign of cooling down. At least the car was a bit cooler for having been kept in the garage rather than out in the street. No one used their garages for cars anymore, they either used them for storage or else converted them into more living space. With all the hooligans around who loved walking down the street and pulling off windscreen wipers or scratching the paintwork, I was glad to keep my car locked away at night.

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A Multiple Word Prompt Story – A Political Affair.

This story was inspired by the following Word Prompts:

Word of the Day: Sensitivity

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2018/07/25/sensitivity/

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2018/07/25/your-daily-word-prompt-constituency-july-25th-2018/

https://fivedotoh.com/2018/07/25/fowc-with-fandango-shallow/#comment-17444

https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2018/07/25/three-things-challenge-25-july-2018/

Today’s things are: snowman, family, caring

 

 A Political Affair

William Wilberforce Dudley-Walsh was the member of Parliament for the constituency of East Redborough and Shorwell. It consisted of the eastern half of a former seaside resort and several miles of unspoilt coastline and a few scattered farms. He was a Conservative member and he was thankful that he represented a fairly typical Conservative seat. He was always returned with a safe majority and as such did very little actual work at all. He may have been given the middle name of one of Britain’s greatest political campaigners who successfully managed to get Parliament to pass the abolition of slavery act, but he wasn’t at all made from the same material. It had been quite a useful boon when trying to find a seat, people liked the reference.

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End Game – A Multiple Word Prompt Story

https://swimmersweek.wordpress.com/2018/07/14/god/

GOD

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2018/07/14/rdp-44-spoof/

SPOOF

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2018/07/14/your-daily-word-prompt-equanimous-july-14th-2018/

EQUANIMOUS

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2018/07/14/integrated/

INTEGRATED

FOWC with Fandango — Cursory

CURSORY

 

End Game

The world descended into chaos and more and more people refused to agree to disagree, especially when it came to different religions. They argued over which religion was the right one, they accused each other of heresy and used religious difference as an excuse to kill. All religions stated that they must love each other, treat each other with respect and never kill, only that message was ignored over and over again. Humans refused to become integrated within the natural world.

Finally, humankind imploded, destroying most of the world with it.

God looked down on the earth appalled at what had happened to his beautiful creation.

Satan looked equanimous as usual, barely taking a cursory glance. He had won his bet.

“I didn’t think you could do it. I created a perfect world and I never believed that you could ruin it and in such a short space of time. For aeons the world evolved and everything was balanced and then you go and create those things and within just a few thousand years they destroyed everything” God said giving Satan the full force of his stare.

“Well, I admit I only created them as a spoof really. I didn’t expect they’d be quite as brutal as they were. They really were the most easily corrupted beings. I am surprised I won my bet so easily. You didn’t really put up much of a fight” Satan replied.

“We agreed not to influence things directly, we had to work through people. I sent several people to guide them. I spoke to Moses and gave him ten commandments to live by. They seemed to listen at first but then slowly they began to fall by the wayside and so I decided to find out what life on earth was like for myself. I put my spirit inside a child who they called their messiah. He even managed to resist your efforts to tempt him. He gave them messages of peace and love. Over and over again I sent prophets to them with the same message of mutual respect and forgiveness. In the end the very religions that I inspired to bring peace seemed to lead to more war.”

“Yes, you worked mainly through learned and inspired individuals but for every good, kind, intelligent, peace-loving person there are ten greedy, power-hungry people who want to take over the world. My forces always outnumbered yours. You made it so easy, you thought they were created in your image, but really I created them in mine” Satan gloated.

They looked down at the chessboard between them. All the white pieces were lying on their side.

“Fancy a rematch?” Satan gave his best Mephistophelian leer.

“OK, best of three?” God replied. Suddenly, there was a big bang and the world began again.

The End

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 14/July/2018

Cave Tu Autem In Periculo – A multiple Word Prompt Short Story

I hope you enjoy this macabre tale. It is Friday the 13th After all 😉

 

Cave Tu Autem In Periculo

“No, I won’t do it. You know I’m not in the least superstitious but I tell you Suzie, that place gives me the creeps” Said Andy vehemently.

“Andy you’re behaving like a petulant child. I told my parents we’re going and that’s that.”

A lot of people didn’t want to spend time with the In-laws but in Andy’s case it had nothing to do with his Father or Mother-on-law, they were fine, upstanding folk. They didn’t have much sense of humour and were definitely not what you could call fun, but they were quiet, kind and considerate.

They never popped in to visit, which Andy took as being a kindness. No newlyweds wanted their parents or in-laws popping in all the time.

No, they never popped in, but occasionally they did want them to come and stay. He had been putting it off since the last time. He had never felt such fear in all his life.

The noises in the night, the messages on the mirror and the way the paintings looked at you, all convinced him that the place was haunted.

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A Petulant Smack

“I’m Not Being Petulant!” He screamed and stamped his large foot.

“You’re Not Listening to ME” The shout echoed around the car park for everyone to hear.

She stopped to look at her Son. He had clearly gotten out of the wrong side of the bed that morning. He had done nothing but fuss. She had threatened him with a smack if he didn’t start behaving and now threatened, she had to carry it out. No one could accuse her of making idle threats. No fear.

She grabbed him, put him over her knee, pulled down his pants and smacked him as he cried and bawled.

Lots of people came out of the supermarket and stared. It wasn’t everyday you saw a sixty year old lady give her forty year old son a smack outside Wall Mart.

The End

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2018/07/13/petulant/

Petulant

FOWC with Fandango — Fear

Fear

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 13/July/2018

 

 

A Multi Word Prompt Story – A Longer Visit

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2018/07/12/your-daily-word-prompt-concomitant-july-12th-2018/comment-page-1/#comment-334

 

https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2018/07/12/three-things-challenge-12-july-2018/

Today’s things are: tapestry, comedy, Big Apple

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2018/07/12/rdp-42-groove/#like-466

 

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2018/07/12/solace/

 

A Longer Visit

I went to visit my Mother in hospital. As a rule, I hate hospitals and try my best not to go there. I often send “Get Well Soon” cards or a bunch of flowers, if friends or relatives find themselves unlucky enough to end up in Hospital but I rarely visit.

My Mum, just like me, hated hospitals and I knew she’d expect me to visit and need me to distract her from where she was.

It was a relatively routine operation but I always worried about her. She had the appetite of a flea. I don’t mean that she bit people, well only when they deserved it, I mean she ate very little.

Her idea of breakfast was a yoghurt drink. Her idea of lunch was half a sandwich or a hamburger without the bun. Her idea of dinner was possibly the other half of the sandwich or just a Cup of tea.

Her frailty always made me worry.

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50 Word Thursday #9 – Rope and Lace

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 and include some particular lines. Here is the picture:

12-07-18

Here are the words:

“He was the stuff schoolgirl dreams were made of.  Unfortunately, she was no longer a schoolgirl.”

Stephanie Laurens Regency Revels

The post is here:

https://debbiewhittam.wordpress.com/2018/07/12/50-word-thursday-8-2/comment-page-1/#comment-5253

 

Here is my story:

Rope and Lace

She turned the corner and walked up the old familiar Drive. The sound of the rough gravel and the smell of the dust her feet churned up took her right back to her childhood. The melange of memories, both bitter and sweet came flooding back. It was here she had become a woman, but it was also here that she had learned how it felt to feel totally helpless. He was the stuff Schoolgirl dreams were made of. Unfortunately, she was no longer a schoolgirl. It was frightening how quickly that dream had become a nightmare. She had done the only thing possible back then and ran away from it all.

She received the letter begging her to come home. Her Mother was now ill and her Step-father had walked out on her after ten years. She could have told her he would do that, but she wouldn’t have believed her. Not then. Maybe now she could bare her soul.

She walked into the house and Margarita hugged her with tears in her eyes.

“It’s good to see you home Miss Angela, why you look the same, you haven’t aged a day since you left.”

“Thank you, Margarita. How is Mother?”

As she walked into that bedroom with its lace curtains and the iron framed bed she recalled the torment and the feel of the rough rope around her wrist. Then she saw her Mother looking so deathly pale and knew she couldn’t say anything about the past. No solace.

 

The End

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 12/July/2018

 

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2018/07/12/solace/

A Neighbourly Encounter – A Short Story.

This short story was written in response to:

The Word of the Day prompt: Amorous

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2018/07/06/amorous/

The Ragtag Word prompt: Hospitable

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2018/07/06/rdp-36-hospitable/

And Sheryl’s daily word: Blindside

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2018/07/06/your-daily-word-prompt-blindside-july-6th-2018/

A Neighbourly Encounter

I had just started to relax in the bath, the ginger and passionflower scented bubbles were just working their magic on my tired muscles, when the doorbell rang.

I’ll just ignore it, I thought, but then I remembered our car was parked on the drive and not in the garage as usual, because it was full of my ex-husbands junk, waiting for him to come and pick it up and take it back to his love nest with his new fancy lady.

The doorbell rang again. I reluctantly left the healing waters of my bath and wrapped a towel around my body. I just caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. ‘Love every curve and bulge’, they told us at the Self esteem course. I still had a long way to come before I could love that body. It was so far removed from the young girl I had been once. Before I’d wasted 14 years of life on that man who simultaneously was sleeping with every secretary he’d ever had.

Wrapped up in a towel and a dressing gown, I gathered my damp blond hair back and clipped it in place then ran to the door. The bell had just rung for a third time.

I swung open the door ready to deliver a bit of a tongue lashing, when I saw one of the most handsome men I’d ever seen standing there. He wasn’t too young, I put his age about thirty, about the same age as the woman my husband had left me for. I had just turned forty.

The man on the doorstep looked a but flustered, possibly by my attire and the fact that a pool of water was gathering by my purple painted toes.

“I am really sorry to disturb you. I’ve just moved in next door and I’ve managed to lock myself out already. I wondered if I could use your phone to call a locksmith?”

He gave a nervous smile and flashed perfect white teeth at me. Then a thought came to me and I asked “What about your mobile phone?”

“No, that’s in the house too. You see I’ve really left myself in a bit of a mess.”

He had a nice way of speaking and I let my guard down. Stepping back into the hall, I pointed to the landline.

“OK, here’s the phone.”

I listened to him as he phoned for a locksmith and explained his predicament.

I decided that, as he was my new neighbour, I should really be a bit more hospitable.

I filled the kettle and switched it on and put some fondant fancies onto a plate.

He finished the call and walked into the Kitchen and smiled again.

“Thank you so much. I really appreciate you letting me use your phone. I was becoming quite frantic. No one trusts each other nowadays. I was beginning to think no one would help me. That’s such a weight off my mind.” He said.

“Would you like a cup of tea or coffee?” I asked him.

Then just at that moment, my towel unravelled and fell to the floor. I quickly gathered my dressing gown tighter around me, covering up my breasts that had only briefly been exposed.

I blushed with embarrassment and looked at the man, who was also a bit taken aback.

Then the amorous look that came into his eyes rather blindsided me.

I hadn’t thought for a moment that I would have been attractive to this fit man who had the body of someone who worked out a lot at the gym.

It all happened so fast.

I let his passion flow over me and we made love on the kitchen floor.

It was only after wards when the Locksmith arrived and he’d left that I realised I really enjoyed myself.

Sipping my tea, I couldn’t help smiling. That young handsome man had done more for my self esteem than a whole month worth of self esteem courses had done.

Things were looking up after all. I will have to find out his name and invite him round for dinner some time.

 

The End

 

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 06/July/2018

Multiple Word Prompt Story – The African King

The African King

“Will you come away from that computer and eat your dinner, it’s going cold.” Molly shouted upstairs to her teenage daughter.

“I’ll be down In a minute. I’m talking to someone on Social Media. They’re a really important person. A King of somewhere, apparently.” Laura shouted back at her Mother.

It took a little while for the statement to sink in. Did she just say she was talking to a King? On Social Media? It’s bound to be some hoax. I mean it would be too great a fluke to really be talking to an actual King. It must be some kind of trick to get hold of her bank account. They’ll be in for a shock, with the college fees so high, her daughter was so badly In debt there was no money to take. Maybe they’d have pity on her and pay some money in instead.

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Multiple word prompt story – The Second Honeymoon, a Monologue

 

The Second Honeymoon

It’s our third wedding anniversary, a real milestone for us and we’ve decided to have a proper honeymoon. The first one had been a bit of a nightmare.

We couldn’t afford an expensive honeymoon, the wedding itself has set us back a fortune and we still owed the wedding photographer who withheld the photos until we had paid in full.

So, we ended up borrowing a friend’s caravan in North Wales. Now, don’t get me wrong, I like staying in a nice Caravan, a lot of my favourite holidays growing up were in caravans, and I’ve got nothing against North Wales, the scenery is beautiful. However, the weather was atrocious. It never stopped chucking it down with rain and the Caravan leaked. Our marriage nearly ended then and there, but as we still hadn’t properly paid for it we thought we’d try to put the arguments and petty fights behind us. Bruises heal and the insults will be forgotten. We did end up having to go to Llandudno general hospital after I dislocated my Husband’s jaw for calling me a sanctimonious bitch, but he forgave me.

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