50 Words Thursday – The Tides of Fate.

This story was written for the 50 Word Thursday Challenge, Click on the link below to take part, the results are posted on Wednesday evening.

https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/2019/09/19/50-word-thursday-38/

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And the Words: “Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul;” – Moby Dick by Herman Melville.

 

 

Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul, I recall those lonely wharves of my youth, where I fell and awoke to the life I now have.

I spent my young days drinking and carousing about the docks. Watching ships but never knowing they would be my destiny.

I was accustomed to those cobblestone streets, the cats that dwelt in alleys ready to take their pick of the catch of fish. I knew those cats well; in many ways, I was one of them.

When I was heavy in drink, I would sleep it off in one of those alleys, the cats would be my company.

One day I awoke to discover the error of my ways. I was in the belly of one of those wooden vessels bound for the open ocean.

It didn’t take me long to discover the nature of those Seadogs who had waylaid me. Lawlessness was in my nature and I recognised my kin in those woebegotten reprobates. I wasn’t going to jeopardise my life by fighting the circumstances I’d found myself in.

I embraced the life and made my debut as a pirate.

[200 Words]

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 24th September 2019.

 

I have also included the following word prompts:

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/09/24/jeopardize/

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2019/09/24/your-daily-word-prompt-accustomed-september-24-2019/

FOWC with Fandango — Debut

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/09/24/rdp-tuesday-error/

 

50 Word Thursday #35 – A Fatal Error

 

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And the words:

“Provided she did exactly as instructed, she should be able to get it right.” – Agatha Raisin and the Quiche of Death – MC Beaton

 

 

People often moan they have a stressful job, but Janey’s was particularly tough. She was a bomb disposal officer. In the unlikely event that a bomb was discovered, hers was the number to call. This wasn’t the kind of job that you could dabble at. You had to throw your whole self into it, and she did, literally.

The Call came through that a bomb had been discovered on Main street. As she arrived at the scene, she pulled out her instruction manual and looked up the guidance for this particular model. It was unusual, but one thing was clear, the clock on the front showed ‘50’. Just 50 minutes to diffuse this Bomb. Now that was stress. Provided she did exactly as instructed, she should be able to get it right.

Unfortunately, the clock had been put in the wrong way and 5 minutes was just not enough time.

[150 Words]

This story was written for the 50 Word Thursday Challenge, which was hosted by Deb Whittam, click on the link to see her post:

https://debbiewhittam.wordpress.com/2019/08/30/50-word-thursday-35/

 

I have also included the following word prompts:

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/09/04/unlikely/

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2019/09/04/your-daily-word-prompt-dabble-september-4-2019/