50 Word Thursday # 48

Well, another week has just flown by! The 50 Word Thursday challenge has come to an end. Click on the link to see the post:

https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/2019/11/28/50-word-thursday-48/

 

The Rules:

  • Find the muse within the photo or line provided and follow where it leads. It can be a story, anecdote, poem. Anything!
  • The Story must be between 50 and 250 words, in 50-word increments. (so 50, 100, 150, 200 or 250 words)
  • Link back to this post with the tag 50WordThurs so that everyone can find it, or post your response in the comments below.
  • HAVE FUN!

Here was the picture:

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And the Words: “I turned instinctively toward the menagerie because this was the cue for the elephant act.” – Water for Elephants by Sara Gruen

Here are the fantastic stories that were written for last week’s challenge:

 

The elephant cried.

 

50 Words Thursday # 48

 

https://debbiewhittam.wordpress.com/2019/12/02/50-word-thursday-48/

 

Deb Whittam, of the blog Twenty Four, who created this challenge originally, has agreed to co-host this challenge with me. I am honoured to hand the baton over to Debbie, who will post this week’s 50 Word Thursday Challenge!

Deb, over to you 🙂

50 Word Thursday # 34

I used to alternate hosting this fantastic challenge with Teresa, The Haunted Wordsmith, but sadly, she has decided to leave WordPress due to her concerns over TYGPRESS harvesting her work. Then Deb Whittam of the Blog 24, who actually started this 50 Word Thursday challenge, agreed to co-host with me. Click on the link below to see her post about the results of last weeks challenge:

https://debbiewhittam.wordpress.com/2019/08/22/50-word-thursday-33-the-results/

So, now to this weeks challenge:

The Rules:

  • Find the muse within the photo or line provided and follow where it leads. It can be a story, anecdote, poem. Anything!
  • The Story must be between 50 and 250 words, in 50 word increments. (so 50, 100, 150, 200 or 250 words)
  • Link back to this post with the tag 50WordThurs so that everyone can find it, or post your response in the comments below.
  • HAVE FUN!

So here is the picture for this week:

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And the words:

“What had happened to him at that moment was what happens to people when they are unexpectedly caught in something very shameful.” – Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy. 

 

I hope you enjoy this week’s challenge. I will gather together all the entries and publish a results post on Wednesday.

Have fun. 🙂

 

 

50 Word Thursday – #32 – The Results and an Announcement!

Well, another week has just flown by! The 50 Word Thursday challenge has come to an end. Click on the link to see the post:

https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/2019/08/08/50-word-thursday-32/

The Rules:

  • Find the muse within the photo or line provided and follow where it leads. It can be a story, anecdote, poem. Anything!
  • The Story must be between 50 and 250 words, in 50 word increments. (so 50, 100, 150, 200 or 250 words)
  • Link back to this post with the tag 50WordThurs so that everyone can find it, or post your response in the comments below.
  • HAVE FUN!

Here was the picture:

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And the words:

“Miss Wonderly murmured, “Thank you,” softly as before and sat down on the edge of the chair’s wooden seat.” – The Maltese Falcon – Dashiell Hammett.

It has been another great week for entries, I’d encourage you to read all the short stories that are linked below:

https://obsidianeclipse.wordpress.com/2019/08/08/sunday-service/

 

https://bilingualemotions.wordpress.com/2019/08/09/the-cross-marks-the-exit/

 

THE ANSWER

 

50 Word Thursday — Everyday American Hero

 

https://jengoldie493473930.wordpress.com/2019/08/09/with-a-wake-for-50-word-thursday-32-aug-7-2019-j-e-goldie/

 

50 Word Thursday — Sanctuary

 

https://padresramblings.wordpress.com/2019/08/10/anticipation/

 

Desperate Sheep

 

50 Words Thursday #32

 

Those Who Knew Her

 

https://debbiewhittam.wordpress.com/2019/08/12/50-word-thursday-32/

 

https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/2019/08/13/50-word-thursday-the-dearly-departed/

 

And for the Surprise Announcement? Well, you may know that I used to take it in turns to host this challenge with Teresa, The Haunted Wordsmith, but, Alas, she decided to leave WordPress because of TYGPRESS.  I am pleased to announce that Deb Whittam, who created this challenge originally, has agreed to co-host this challenge with me. I am honoured to hand the baton over to Debbie, who will post this week’s 50 Word Thursday Challenge!!!

Deb, over to you 🙂

 

 

50 Word Thursday #33 – Endings and New Beginnings.

Sadly, this is the last 50 word Thursday hosted by Deb Whittam. I have enjoyed her weekly challenge very much.

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Nursing a chronic hangover, Jeff winced as the door slammed
Deb Whittam’s A Mystery Wrapped in a Riddle

Nursing a chronic hangover, Jeff winced as the door slammed

He wasn’t particularly callous, but the ending of the relationship didn’t bring him any tears. He’d realised it wasn’t going to work out from the start. They were both too selfish. It had all been lust without any real emotion underneath. She’d wanted something from him and unable to deliver, she walked out.

Nature sometimes had a way of preventing the worst from happening.

He sipped his Virgin Mary and contemplated his future batchelordom.

It was an end, but it was also the start of a new beginning for him.

50 Word Thursday’s #32 – All Things are Possible – A story in 250 Word.

Debbie Whittam sets this challenge every Thursday, 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.

This is the story I wrote last week:

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Around here, anything’s possible.- Cherie Priest’s Boneshaker

All Things are Possible

‘Just like two peas In a pod’ People said. My Twin and I were Identical before life separated us. I stayed at home and he went to study Architecture in Rome.

I had given up hope of having a different life. Mine was a life of drudgery, I woke up at six, went to the office, came home, ate then went to bed. Then over and over like some kind of Groundhog Day.

Then one day, as I was walking down a dark alley,  A man appeared suddenly. He was wearing a green long-tailed coat and fingerless gloves. He reminded me of a character from a book by Charles Dickens, like Ebenezer Scrooge, except he was grinning at me in a friendly manner and not rubbing his hands together shouting ‘Bah Humbug’.

 “Tell me, my boy,” he said, in a booming voice “What wish would you like me to grant you? Name it, and it’s yours.”

I decided to play along.

“Well, my Brother is in Rome, and I’d love to visit him. I’ve always wanted to see Rome. Can you make that happen?” I asked withholding my scepticism.

Easy as Apple pie my good fellow” The man then snapped his fingers.

We no longer stood in the alleyway, I stared in wonder at a grand white marble building.

The man laughed at my expression and said “You see. Around here, anything’s possible.”

“Where are we then?” I asked.

“In your dreams, of course” He said, and everything went black.

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 20/December/2018

50 word Thursdays #31 – Blank Stares

Debbie Whittam sets this challenge every Thursday, 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.

https://debbiewhittam.wordpress.com/2018/12/13/50-word-thursday-31/

This is the story I wrote last week:

https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/2018/12/06/50-word-thursday-30-family-ties/

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You better watch out, you better not cry. – 
John Frederick Coots and Haven Gillespie’s Santa Claus is Coming to Town

Ever since the air raid sirens had gone off and the bombs had started dropping, she had been trying to make it home. Despite living and working in the city for seven years, home to her was still the farmhouse, miles to the south, where her brothers and her mother still eked out a living from that dry old soil.

The world had descended into chaos, people pushing and shoving, there were gunshots coming from every direction. By making herself very dirty and crawling along the ground she’d managed to escape from the hell that the city had become.

After several days of sneaking she had made it to the farm.

She stood gazing at the remnants of the kitchen. It seemed to bring the reality of the situation crashing down. She began to cry.

A hand was around her mouth and someone whispered.

You better watch out, you better not cry. They’ll hear you. They’re everywhere.”

It was her brother, Zach.

She turned and threw her arms around him.

“Quick, This way,” Zach said as he grabbed her hand and half dragged her out to the old barn. They had built a tornado shelter there after the weather had turned crazy.

She climbed down the ladder into the dimly lit chamber followed closely by Zach who slammed the door closed.

Her other two brothers were there too, Eben and Joe.

“Where’s Mother?” She asked, but the blank stares of three pairs of eyes was the only answer she received.

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 13/December/2018

50 Word Thursday #30 – Family Ties.

Debbie Whittam sets this challenge every Thursday, 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.

https://debbiewhittam.wordpress.com/2018/12/06/50-word-thursday-30/

This is the story I wrote last week:

https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/2018/11/29/50-word-thursday-29-blurred-instincts/

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“She discovered it by accident on her fourth day at the lake.” –
Mary Kay McComas’ His Brother’s Keeper

Family Ties

She’d taken her summer vacations there. The beach and the lake, the old train station, the memories of her family came flooding back.

This was where, ten years ago, her brother had disappeared. Something inside her drove her back here. Some inner quest.

She discovered it by accident on her fourth day at the lake. It was a decaying, putrescent corpse.
She let out a scream. There were other people at the lake. One came over and put a towel around her shoulders.

She turned and said, “I think he’s dead”. As she said it, she realised how fatuous her comment had been. Of course, he’s dead, there’s nothing deader than a rotted body!

She passed out. When she came too, she was lying on the floor of a cell.

A guard dragged her to a desk and into a chair.

The uniformed man sitting opposite glared at her with cold blue eyes.

“We’ve managed to get some DNA checks done. Your DNA matches the corpse. I suspect he was your brother. Our witness said you told her ‘He’s Dead’. How did you know the body was male? The body was far too decomposed. So, you’ve come back to the scene of your crime, haven’t you?”

She felt the weight lift from her shoulders as she confessed. She’d always hated him, but crushing his throat with her hands had brought no pleasure. Her parents never got over the death of the son who they’d always loved more than their daughter.

[250 words]

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 06/December/2018

I have also included the following word prompts:

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2018/12/06/rdp-thursday-putrescent/

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2018/12/06/your-daily-word-prompt-fatuous-december-6-2018/

50 Word Thursday #29 – Blurred Instincts

Debbie Whittam sets this challenge every Thursday, 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.

https://debbiewhittam.wordpress.com/2018/11/29/50-word-thursday-29/

This is the story I wrote last week:

https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/2018/11/22/50-word-thursday-28-realisation-in-the-desert/

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Familiarity drugs thought, and begins to blur instinct. –
Arthur Upfield’s Bony and the Mouse

Blurred Instincts

What a contrast he was to her ex-boyfriend. He smiled at her as they drank cocktails on the beach. He actually seemed interested in what she had to say, though he gave very little information about himself.

He was youngish and reasonably handsome. When he initially started chatting to her at the Bar she wasn’t interested, something about his smile and those cold eyes she didn’t like. Finally, she’d agreed to have one drink with him. She’d been flattered, there were much prettier girls at the bar. His easy-going manner and the way he listened attentively to what she said had slowly chipped away at her initial reluctance, familiarity drugs thought and begins to blur instinct.

After that, they took their drinks down to the sea and sat on the beach. She sipped her drink and enjoyed the feeling of numbness that rose up from her toes. The sound of the waves lapping against the soft sand was soothing. The smell of the salty sea mingled with the scent of his aftershave.

She woke up suddenly. The sun streamed through the window. A blurred figure stood over her as her eyes adjusted to the light.

It was a female figure dressed in a police uniform.

“Ah, you’re awake. We were worried he’d given you an overdose. You’re lucky our patrol found you when we did before he could carry out his plan. He ran off though and we didn’t manage to catch him. Could you provide us with a description?”

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 29/November/2018

I have included the following word prompts:

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2018/11/29/your-daily-word-prompt-information-november-29-2018/

50 Word Thursday #28 – Realisation in the Desert

Debbie Whittam sets this challenge every Thursday, 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.

https://debbiewhittam.wordpress.com/2018/11/22/50-word-thursday-28/

This is the story I wrote last week:

https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/2018/11/15/50-word-thursday-27-thoughts-of-home/

22-11-18

The van bounced along the dirt road, running like an arrow across the desert

Reaslisation in the Desert

There was something so mystical about the desert at sunrise. He wanted so much for his fiancée to see it, to feel the same emotion that he felt every time he came here, so he woke her up early and brought her here in his van.

The gentle, constant wind moved the dunes in a fluid graceful motion. The morning sun turned the base sand into gold. It took his breath away every time.

He turned to his fiancée. She was yawning and staring at the phone in her palm. He’d hoped there wouldn’t be any signal up here, but clearly, there was a mast or a satellite somewhere that meant she could still get access to her social media.

He realised suddenly how incompatible they were. She was determined to close herself off from the beauty around her. If she couldn’t appreciate this glorious view, how could she understand him?

He looked back on their time together. They’d met at college; their parents were friends at the country club. They’d been thrown together but he realised that she was more interested in spending her rich parents’ money than spending time exploring the world with him. She was materialistic whereas He saw wealth as a way of making a difference and giving something back.

He’d had doubts for a while, now he knew, the wedding was off.

He put his foot on the pedal, The van bounced along the dirt road, running like an arrow across the desert, towards home.

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 22/November/2018

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2018/11/22/your-daily-word-prompt-gold-november-22-2018/

50 Word Thursday #27 – Thoughts of Home

Debbie Whittam sets this challenge every Thursday, 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.

https://debbiewhittam.wordpress.com/2018/11/15/50-word-thursday-27/

This is the story I wrote last week:

https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/2018/11/08/50-word-thursday-26-kin-in-the-kitchen/

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Here are the Words:

Thoughts of escape began to plague me. –  
Isobelle Carmody’s Obernewtyn

My Story:

I stood on that sandy stretch of beach and gazed out at the harbour. Our Yacht was out there and my darling wife was still asleep in her cabin.

I had rowed ashore at dawn to be by myself. To think.

I couldn’t help thinking that my time was running out. I had finally admitted to myself that I don’t belong here. I never did. This was her dream, her desire. To live on an island and walk on the beach every day.

I was happiest back home. Yes, we had the money, but I missed all my friends and family. I missed the country I was born in, despite its rain.

Thought of escape began to plague me. I wanted to go back.

Of course, that would mean admitting the truth. How we came to orchestrate the biggest tax fraud ever seen and how we faked our own deaths in order to get away with it. It would mean prison for me and most probably my wife too.

I realised that I had been speaking my thoughts out loud. Delivering a soliloquy that only the seagulls could have heard.

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 15/November/2018

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2018/11/15/rdp-thursday-orchestrate/#like-1069

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2018/11/15/soliloquy/