50 Word Thursday #26 – Kin in the Kitchen

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/2018/11/08/50-word-thursday-26/

This is the story I wrote last week (Gosh, I can’t believe a week has gone by already!!!)

https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/2018/11/01/50-word-thursday-25-tantrum-in-the-park/

 

08-11-18

Here are the words:

But then I reflected that nothing could be as bad as the kitchens.

Isobelle Carmody’s Obernewtyn

Kin in the Kitchen

It was that time of year again when the whole family descended on her.

She wasn’t the eldest in the family, there were two brothers and an old Aunt who were all higher in the family pecking order, but they came to her because she had the largest dining table.

The house was already filling up with assorted Cousins, Nephews, Nieces and a load of people who were somehow affiliated with the family. After several years of playing hostess, word had gotten about that she was pretty much the best cook in the family.

This was getting rather out of hand though. There were people in the hall, up the stairs, in the bathroom, almost everywhere, but then I reflected that nothing could be as bad as the kitchens.

Why was it, that whenever her Kin came around they always gathered in the kitchen?

Yet, the dining room was empty.

[150 words]

 

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 08/November/2018

 

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2018/11/08/kin/

 

50 Word Thursday #25 – Tantrum in the Park.

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.

https://debbiewhittam.wordpress.com/2018/11/01/50-word-thursday-25/

This is the story I wrote last week:

https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/2018/10/25/50-word-thursday-24-a-trip-to-the-sea/

Here is this weeks picture.

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Here are the words:

Right now, at this moment and in this place, Pike and the girl were invisible.

Robert Crais’s The Watchman

 

Tantrum in the Park

The Girl’s parents were too busy to take her to the park. They hired a Nanny to do that sort of thing. The latest one was called Pike. Pike had lots of rules about how to behave. You mustn’t shout, run or climb trees. Sometimes when she had been talking too much Pike would introduce the ‘silent rule’ which meant she wasn’t allowed to talk.

One day, the girl woke up to shouts again. It seemed Mummy and Daddy didn’t talk anymore, they shouted. Pike got her dressed and said she’d take her to the park.

“Isn’t it early to go to the park? I haven’t had breakfast.”

“We’ll have breakfast when we return. Do you want to take Teddy with you?”

Pike was very strict but she understood when Teddy was needed.

In the park, there were a few people walking their dogs but no other children.

“Pike? Do you know why Mummy and Daddy are shouting?”

“I don’t think we should talk about that. Your Mother’s going to speak to you later. She needs some peace and quiet this morning.”

“She wasn’t getting much peace and quiet when we left. I just want to know why Daddy keeps shouting?”

“I think it’s time to reinstate the silent rule now,” Pike said with her stern voice.

The girl was not in the mood to cooperate. She started having a tantrum, screaming, stamping and crying.

Right now, at this moment and in this place, Pike and the girl were invisible.

[250 words]

 

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 01/November/2018

 

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2018/11/01/your-daily-word-prompt-wicked-november-1-2018/

FOWC with Fandango — Tantrum

 

 

50 Word Thursday #24 – A trip to the Sea.

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.

https://debbiewhittam.wordpress.com/2018/10/25/50-word-thursday-24/

I missed it last week because I was on holiday/vacation, so this is the last one I wrote:

https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/2018/10/18/50-word-thursday-23-the-last-festival/

Here is this weeks picture.

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Here are the words:

The fishing boats had returned from their morning runs; sea creatures of every sort lay atop the metal tables along the ports eastern flank.

Daniel Silva’s The Heist

A Trip to the Sea

As a child, I had always wanted to see the sea. We lived in the mountains, far away, so I had never seen it.

When it was my eighth birthday my parents asked me what I wanted.

“I want to see the sea,” I replied, having no concept of what this would cost.

My parents scrimped and saved and that summer took me on a trip to the nearest port.

The journey took us three days and at that age, it felt like a lifetime, but I will never forget my first sight of that ocean.

I remember staring at the sun glittered on the water like thousands of jewels.

As we drove down to the wharf, the smell of the fish was so pungent in the air, you don’t get smells like that in the mountains.

The fishing boats had returned from their morning runs; sea creatures of every sort lay atop the metal tables along the ports eastern flank.

I gazed fascinated at all the fish and other animals. Then I stopped, stunned and awed at an amazing creature, all rubbery with lots of legs with suckers on them.

“Papa? What on earth is that?” I cried.

My father looked at the expression on my face and burst out laughing.

“That’s an octopus, Son. Don’t you remember we used to read to you ‘Ollie the Octopus’ when you were little?”

“Yeah, But I didn’t know they were so… gory!

My parents laughed about that all the way home.

 

[250 words]

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 25/October/2018

 

I have also included Sheryl’s Your Daily Word Prompt: Gory

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2018/10/25/your-daily-word-prompt-gory-october-25-2018/

 

50 Word Thursday #23 – The Last Festival.

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.

https://debbiewhittam.wordpress.com/2018/10/18/50-word-thursday-23/

I missed it last week because I was on holiday/vacation, so this is the last one I wrote:

https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/2018/10/04/50-word-thursday-21-a-dainty-hand/

Here is this weeks picture.

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Here are the words:

Except for two old men playing dominoes in the corner, the pub was empty

Jack Higgins The Judas Gate

 

I just returned to my home country after studying at university, in Europe. In recent months my homeland was in the news a lot; a new military dictatorship had taken over. I wasn’t sure I would be able to get home, but apart from more men in uniform with guns patrolling the airports and streets, not much had changed.

The main square had a banner announcing a festival. It seemed strange hosting a festival in the middle of all the political upheaval, but then life must go on, I thought.

I walked towards the pub that I used to hang out in, in those former days of my youth.

Except for two old men playing dominoes in the corner, the pub was empty.

At first, I found the quietness cathartic. Then I became uneasy. Where were all the young people?

I walked back outside, the sun beat down with the intensity I had forgotten during my time in cooler climes.

I spotted a young guy in the distance. I thought I recognised him.

“Hey? Mike, is that you?” the guy turned, his long blond hair hangs to his shoulders, held back with a leather thong. It wasn’t Mike.

“What you doing out here bro? Don’t you know the festival is about to start? I’m headed that way, follow me.”

I declined, I was not in the mood.

Later I found out it had all been a hoax. The new regime considered young people a threat. They’d brutally eliminated that threat.

The End

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 18/October/2018

 

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2018/10/18/your-daily-word-prompt-cathartic-october-18-2018/

FOWC with Fandango — Former

50 Word Thursday #21 – A Dainty Hand

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.

https://debbiewhittam.wordpress.com/2018/10/04/50-word-thursday-21/

Here is the story I wrote last week:

https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/2018/09/27/50-word-thursday-20-mission-in-paris/

Here is this weeks picture.

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Here are the words:

Which presumably made his hostess the lady of the manor.

Stephanie Laurens’ The Brazen Bride

Here is my story:

 

He saw the rocks and the sea and couldn’t resist jumping in. A sign said “Private Property” and he saw in the distance a large manor house, but this gave him no pause. He didn’t believe in the privileged classes and if he wanted to swim, he would.

Removing his outer garments, he ignored the fact that there was a rescue ring nailed to a post.

The moment he entered the waters he realised why. The hidden currents pulled him this way, then that and a strong wave bashed his head against a rock. He lost consciousness.

The next moment he was lying on a very comfortable bed, with a golden canopy above him. He was naked under the covers and the cotton sheets were softer than anything he’d ever had next to his skin.

A delicate, dainty hand held his.

He turned his head and saw the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. Her blond hair was piled elaborately on top of her perfectly formed head. Her satin robe glistened in the light of the fire and the candles in their silver candelabra. Money was clearly abundant in this house.

The door opened and a servant dressed in livery of red and gold with a powdered wig on his head came and whispered to the lady holding his hand, which presumably made his hostess the lady of the manor. He couldn’t hear what passed between them.

She got up and left and He closed his eyes and slept.

 

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 04/October/2018

 

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2018/10/04/your-daily-word-prompt-abundant-october-4-2018/

 

50 Word Thursday #20 – Mission in Paris.

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.

https://debbiewhittam.wordpress.com/2018/09/27/50-word-thursday-20/

Here is the story I wrote last week:

https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/2018/09/20/50-word-thursday-19-the-last-dinosaur/

Here is this weeks picture.

04-10-18

Here are the words:

“As the train pulled into Gare du Nord two days later, Ambler felt a wave of nostalgia.”

Robert Ludlum’s The Ambler Warning.

Here is my story:

A sonorous bell rang out along the carriage preceding the tannoy announcement that followed in several languages. He tuned out all but the English one.

“Ladies and Gentlemen we will soon be arriving in Paris. Please ensure you take all of your belongings with you. On behalf of the train company I would like to wish you a pleasant say in our great city.”

Just a short while ago he’d been in Washington D.C. Now a quick flight across the Atlantic to London for that important meeting and then one train journey later and he was here after so many years away.

As the train pulled into Gare du Nord two days later, Ambler felt a wave of nostalgia.

It was here that he’d first met her. He’d been a junior at the British Embassy then and she had swept him off his feet. He remembered those romantic walks along the Seine with her sweet perfume in his nostrils. How was he to know she was an enemy agent? When he’d been transferred to Washington of course, she’d accompany him as his wife, but he didn’t know that it was all part of a devious plan. When she’d stolen the report and disappeared, he’d had to return to London and give an account of himself. The fact he was still breathing showed he had convinced them of his innocence, for now at least.

Now he had a mission he was eager to complete.

To find her and to kill her.

 

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 27/September/2018

 

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2018/09/27/your-daily-word-prompt-sonorous-september-27th-2018/

FOWC with Fandango — Eager

 

 

 

50 Word Thursday #19 – The Last Dinosaur.

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.

https://debbiewhittam.wordpress.com/2018/09/20/50-word-thursday-19/

Here is the story I wrote last week:

https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/2018/09/13/50-word-thursday-18-a-little-knowledge-is-dangerous/

 

Here is this weeks picture.

18-10-18

 

Here are the words to incorporate:

“So the murdered man was a dinosaur prospector.”

Douglas Preston’s Tyrannosaur Canyon

Here is my story:

The Last Dinosaur

In a cave on the remotest of islands in the Svalbard archipelago, they stood staring at the human remains at their feet.

The Geologist and the Archaeologist both turned to the Explorer in anger.

“You’ve brought us to this horrible place, just for this! These human remains are barely ten years old, not the remains of ancient man, even you could see that!” Shouted Peter Templar.

“I thought you said there was evidence of Dinosaurs here” Brian Gardner added.

“Oh, there’s evidence alright” Responded Grieg Larsson as he pointed further into the cave at a pair of enormous footprints.

So the murdered man was a dinosaur prospector who came with me on my last expedition here eight years ago. He’d broken his leg but before we could rescue him, we were chased away by a living Dinosaur. From the tooth marks on these bones, I think Leif Torssen was eaten by it.”

Brian Gardner straightened from examining the prints “Impossible, these prints appear to be from a Triceratops type Dinosaur. Our evidence from the fossil record shows us they were herbivores.”

Just then they heard a loud snort coming from further back in the cave system, followed by the sound of a heavy stampede. The walls of the cave shook and debris fell from the roof as something drew nearer.

“Well, I’d say it looks like this one has developed a taste for meat and I wouldn’t want to linger any longer if I were you.”

They turned and ran.

 

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 20/September/2018

50 Word Thursday #18 – A little knowledge is Dangerous!

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.

https://debbiewhittam.wordpress.com/2018/09/13/50-word-thursday-18/

Here is the story I wrote last week:

https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/2018/09/06/50-word-thursday-17-the-romantic-gesture/

Here is this weeks picture.

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Here are the words to incorporate:

Books had histories, and history was a form of remembering.  And occult books were better at remembering than most

John Connolly – Night Music.  Nocturnes. Volume 2.

Here is my story:

A Little Knowledge is Dangerous!

In most people’s eyes, it was a collection of junk, purchased from one peddler or another over the years, but seen through the prism of her eyes, it was a treasure like no other.

Each object held a memory of an important person in her family history. The most important of all were the books.

Books had histories, and history was a form of remembering. And occult books were better at remembering than most.

Hidden amongst the tatty books was her grandmother grimoire.

Having acquired all the required objects, she waited for a convenient moment and nightfall.

It had taken years to gather the collection and locate the key to the whole thing, her grandmother’s diary.

Her grandmother had made a great discovery, the secret to immortality. No one knew where her grandmother had gone, she had been an elderly lady, but no one had ever found her remains. Before she departed, she’d written to her explaining that the power skipped a generation, it flowed through her veins and she was her heir. She’d left instructions on where to find her book and all the other objects that she would need.

Everything was ready and her heart beat fast with excitement.

When darkness fell, she began lighting the candles and chanting the words.

Her grandmother’s face built up quickly in the dark mirror.

“There you are, granddaughter. Prepare yourself, you are the vessel. I’ll live on through you.”

The pain was excruciating as her spirit was expelled from her body.

The End

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 13/September/2018

 

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2018/09/13/your-daily-word-prompt-convenient-september-13th-2018/

FOWC with Fandango — Prism

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2018/09/13/peddler/

50 Word Thursday #17 – The Romantic Gesture

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.

https://debbiewhittam.wordpress.com/2018/09/06/50-word-thursday-17/

Here is the story I wrote last week:

https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/2018/08/30/50-word-thursday-16-lonely-being-different/

This is the Picture:

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These are the words:

The old man stopped to look keenly at my attentive and wondering face; and then said

-William Morris from News From Nowhere

Here is my attempt for this week:

The Romantic Gesture

I felt the salty air against my face, the smell of seaweed and sea spray was like perfume to me. It opened my mind and helped me shake off the stresses of my daily life. I just let my feet slowly sink into the soft sand as I strolled along the beach.

Then I stopped and looked down at the sand spellbound.

Someone had written my initials into the sand.

I looked to see who had done it. The water hadn’t washed it away, it must have been done recently.

I only saw a wizened old man sitting on a rock, mending his nets.

The old man stopped to look keenly at my attentive and wondering face; and then said: “Ar, they do say, people who see their name in the sand will come face to face with their destiny.”

I looked at him “Well, that begs the question, who authorized you to put my initials in the sand?”

Then I heard a man’s laughter and from out behind the rock came Michael. He looked handsome, the evening light highlighted his cheekbones and his strong jaw. He was smartly dressed in a linen suit, his blond hair gelled back. I had no idea he had followed me.

“There’s no fooling you Kate, you’re far too cynical to be taken in by a romantic gesture.” He walked towards me pausing to hand some money to the old Fisherman.

He pulled a ring from his pocket and asked: “Will you marry me?”

The End

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 06/September/2018

https://fivedotoh.com/2018/09/06/fowc-with-fandango-question/

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2018/09/06/your-daily-word-prompt-authorize-september-6th-2018/

 

50 Word Thursday #16 – Lonely Being Different.

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.

https://debbiewhittam.wordpress.com/2018/08/30/50-word-thursday-16/

 

Here is the Picture:

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Here are the Words: He had lived his life at one remove from the world around him, and now he was paying the price in madness.

John Connolly – Night Music.  Nocturnes Volume 2

 

And here is my attempt:

Lonely Being Different

Paolo revelled in being different and always had. He wasn’t going to conform. That’s why he painted his house blue when most in the street were light or dark brown. He wanted to stand out. He didn’t get on with his neighbours. They shunned him because he refused to conform to their rules. He wouldn’t go to church with them on Sundays. He refused to do his washing on Monday when people would gather at the laundry and do their washing and gossip. He didn’t join them; he provided them with something to gossip about. When they hung their washing out he waited until they took theirs in before doing his. They tutted on Tuesday when they gazed up at his underpants waving in the breeze above their heads. He refused to develop any relationship with them.

The thing that really set him apart was his sexuality. He had chosen to set up home with Andreas. He’d met him one night at the local bar. He was from another part of the country where people no longer gossiped about people who were different. He believed Andreas was the one for him and they were happy. That’s why it had been such a shock when he read the letter. Andreas had left him and gone home. He was devastated and he had no one he could take comfort from. He had lived his life at one removed from the world around him, and now he was paying the price in madness.

 

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 30/August/2018

FOWC with Fandango — Develop