50 Word Thursday #55 – A Valid Recycling

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“… after that, he had to make his way all down the parade to the West Pier” – Brighton Rock, Graham Greene.

 

It was a place she liked to hang out with her mates; A spot on the beach by the neatly painted huts. It was early in the day and more or less deserted. There she was, looking gorgeous as ever. As he walked over to her, trying to act cool, with his guitar hanging from its leather band from his shoulder, she called out to him.

“Hey, Dave, what are you doing down here?”

Her friends, Debbie and Sally, sniggered. One even said sarcastically, “What a surprise!”

He had practised for days to be able to play the guitar with total accuracy and he’d written a song, just for her.

Slowly he strummed out a riff and sang her his song.

Jane stared for a minute then she and her mates burst out laughing.

He felt humiliated. After that, he had to make his way all down the parade to the West Pier, and just like in a movie, where it had been deserted before, suddenly the beach was packed. He felt everyone was laughing at him.

When he got to the pier, he sat dejected on a bench and looked out to sea.

After a while, he heard a soft, gentle voice and looked up into a pair of beautiful green eyes.

“So, can you really play that guitar?” she asked, smiling.

“Yeah sure. What’s your name?”

“Elaine”.

Then he sang her his song, changing the name from Jane to Elaine.

It fit perfectly. A valid example of recycling.

[250 Words]

 

This story was written for the 50 Word Thursday challenge. It’s not too late if you want to have a go too, just click on the link below:

https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/2020/01/16/50-word-thursday-55/

 

I have also included the following word prompts:

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2020/01/21/your-daily-word-prompt-accuracy-january-21-2020/

FOWC with Fandango — Valid

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2020/01/21/rdp-tuesday-movie/

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2020/01/21/riff/

50 Word Thursday – To Lust and Scheme

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“It was Heather who had made the whole thing work.” – Death of a Gossip – MC Beaton

 

She just couldn’t help herself, as the marriage guidance counsellor leaned forwards, she touched his knee. She just wasn’t made for fidelity; it wasn’t her temperament. She needed the thrill of the chase, the brush with danger and risk of discovery.

He was handsome, with such lovely eyes and had to be ten years younger than her husband. As he coughed and gave a crooked smile, feelings of passion and lust erupted inside her. It was all part of her scheme, to run off with this hunk and leave her husband.

In his deep voice, the counsellor spoke: “So, Heather, Steve, I think I can see what the issue is here and I’m sorry, I can’t help you.”

A few weeks later, Heather was shocked to find her husbands note. He had run off with the marriage guidance counsellor.

Walking in a beautiful tropical garden, hand in hand, Steve turned to Sam and said “In a way, it was Heather who had made the whole thing work. I had been determined to make it work and would never have left her if she hadn’t made a pass at you. Then I realised, I didn’t love her anymore, I loved you.”

[200 Words]

 

This story was written for the 50 Word Thursday challenge, this week hosted by Deb Whittam,

Click on the link to take part in the challenge, you have until Wednesday.

https://debbiewhittam.wordpress.com/2020/01/10/50-word-thursday-54/

 

I have also incorporated the following word prompts:

 

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2020/01/11/scheme/

 

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2020/01/12/lust/

 

FOWC with Fandango — Brush

 

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2020/01/12/your-daily-word-prompt-temperament-january-12-2020/

 

50 Word Thursday – The Price of Fame

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and the words:

“Casting a desperate glance over her shoulder Felicity pursed her lips as the sound of running feet advised that they were still in hot pursuit.”   – Misfire – Deb Whittam.

 

The Price of Fame

Casting a desperate glance over her shoulder Felicity pursed her lips as the sound of running feet advised that they were still in hot pursuit.

As she ran out of the Oasis Hotel and down to the beach, still wearing her high stiletto heels, her staunch and screaming admirers followed.

Kicking off the heels and hiking up her skirts she ran across the sand to make her escape.

It had taken a while to perfect her act but with the passage of time, she had now achieved stardom and a decent wage. However, this mob of fans and autograph hunters that now regularly bothered her every evening after her show was getting her down. If only she could find some private space so she could remove her wig, make-up and sparkly sequinned ballgown and return to being just Kevin Smith rather than Felicity Fawcett, the best drag act in town.

[150 Words]

 

This story was written for the 50 Word Thursday challenge, this week hosted by Deb Whittam of the Blog Twenty Four, click on the link below:

https://debbiewhittam.wordpress.com/2019/11/22/50-word-thursday-47/

 

I have also included the following word prompts:

 

FOWC with Fandango — Wage

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/11/26/oasis/

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/11/26/rdp-tuesday-passage-2/

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2019/11/26/your-daily-word-prompt-staunch-november-26-2019/

 

Twittering Tales – Everyone’s Talking

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It created a stir when the local theatre group decided to perform a play by a keen new playwright who used poetic license to convey his own take on social media.

It didn’t earn much money but it made the point that on the internet, everyone’s talking but not much is being said.

 

[279 Characters]

 

This story was written for Kat Myrman’s Twittering Tales Challenge. Click the link below to see her post:

Twittering Tales #162 – 12 November 2019

 

I have also included the following word prompts:

FOWC with Fandango — License

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/11/18/earn/

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/11/18/rdp-monday-stir/

 

 

50 Word Thursday – Wedding Karma.

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And the words:

“Only Agatha knew that she might be about to commit bigamy.”   – Agatha Raisin and the Murderous Marriage – M.C. Beaton.

 

The night before her wedding, Agatha dreamt again of the plane crash.

The plane had come down in the middle of a vast jungle, how she’d survived and managed to walk away from the wreckage, she would never know. She had come to rely on her survival instinct. It had kept her going for the many weeks that had passed before she had been found and rescued.

Of course, she had not been alone in that plane, her then husband had been by her side and, of course, the pilot. The pilot had been killed outright.

She had seen that her husband would only have hampered her chances of rescue, with his legs crushed. She had abandoned him in her desperation to survive.

She used to dream of those dark times often, but since meeting Stephen and becoming engaged, she felt she had left the past behind her. Strange she should dream of it now.

Later, standing at the altar next to her millionaire fiancé, a thought flashed across her utterly cold mind. What if her husband had been rescued after all? Only Agatha knew that she might be about to commit bigamy.

Then as she cast an eye across the congregation she saw a lonely figure seated at the back in a wheelchair and just as the Vicar spoke the famous line “If any person present knows of any lawful impediment to this marriage, he or she should declare it now” Agatha knew karma had come to get her.

[250 Words]

 

This story was written for the 50 Word Thursday Challenge, this week hosted by Deb Whittam of the blog Twenty Four. Check out the link below if you’d like to have a go of the challenge.

https://debbiewhittam.wordpress.com/2019/11/08/50-word-thursday-45/

 

I have also incorporated the following prompts:

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/11/12/utterly/

FOWC with Fandango — Rely

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/11/12/rdp-tuesday-vast/

 

Twittering Tales – A Sudden Sun

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For a century they’d lived underground, since the nuclear disaster that blocked out the sun nearly destroying everything.

It took all his bravery to climb up into the ruins. Suddenly, the wind made the window curtains wag. Then, for the first time in a century, the sun shone.

[277 Characters]

 

This story was written for Kat Myrman’s Twittering Tales Challenge:

Twittering Tales #161 – 5 November 2019

 

I have also included the following word prompts:

FOWC with Fandango — Window

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/11/11/rdp-monday-bravery/

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/11/11/wag/

Twittering Tales – Lonely Girl.

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She laid out the picnic cloth on the damp ground and passed around the victuals.

It wasn’t the place most people would choose to have a family picnic, among broken tombstones, many just about to keel over, but it was her family plot and she wanted her dearly departed around her.

[279 characters]

 

This story was written for Kat Myrman’s Twittering Tales Challenge, click on the link below to see her post:

Twittering Tales #160 – 29 October 2019

 

I have also included the following word prompts:

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/11/04/keel/

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2019/11/04/your-daily-word-prompt-victuals-november-4-2019/

 

50 Word Thursday #44 – A Midnight Feast.

IMG_2972.JPGAnd the Words: “The man Jack sniffed the air. Then, without hurrying, he began to walk up the hill.” – From Neil Gaiman’s The Graveyard Book.

 

The graveyard over the hill had achieved the status of a legend. No one went there after dark, especially at Halloween. It was a shame no one told Jack.

He had an interest in history, someone had mentioned that there were graves in that cemetery that dated back to colonial times. Jack was also fascinated by the supernatural, there were bound to be ghosts. He could smell them.

The man Jack sniffed the air. Then, without hurrying, he began to walk up the hill.

He was surprised to see two figures dressed in plain dark clothes with white collars and cuffs. Straight out of olden times.

Then they turned and he saw the grey flesh and murderous eyes.

Jack fell and hit his head. The last thing he heard was an old-fashioned voice calling out “Martha, come and eat these fine tasting victuals” as something bit down on his leg.

 

[150 Words]

This story was written for the 50 Word Thursday Challenge, click on the link below if you’d like to take part:

https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/2019/10/31/50-word-thursday-44/

 

I have also included the following word prompts:

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/11/03/legend/

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2019/11/04/your-daily-word-prompt-victuals-november-4-2019/

 

50 Word Thursday #43 – Such Fresh Blood!

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And the words:

“It wasn’t until I felt the sun on my face that I knew, really knew, I’d made it back.”   – Summoned to Thirteenth Grave – Darynda Jones.

 

I don’t know where I’d been, exactly, it was all a blur. I remember floating in a void with the only thing keeping me from fading away was my desire to return.

Luckily, four naïve young school girls decided to read from an old book. They’d been bored and preferred to procrastinate rather than study for their exams. It was four o’clock in the afternoon and the sun streamed through the window of their dormitory.

That was strange, in itself, people usually did this sort of thing at night, with candles lit, and protected by a circle of salt. Naïve? These girls were plain stupid!

The words worked, all the same, and I found myself falling out of oblivion and then I was back in the world again.

It wasn’t until I felt the sun on my face that I knew, really knew, I’d made it back.

Such fresh blood!

[150 Words]

 

This story was written for the 50 word Thursday challenge, this week hosted by Deb Whittam of the blog Twenty Four, click on the link below to see her post:

https://debbiewhittam.wordpress.com/2019/10/25/50-word-thursday-43/

 

I have also included the following word prompts:

FOWC with Fandango — Procrastinate

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/10/29/naive/

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/10/29/rdp-tuesday-falling/

 

Twittering Tales – Writing turned Jagged.

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It was 11:54, according to the desk clock, as he sat down to write her a letter.

He now felt this was the only way to mend his broken heart.

His writing changed from its usual regular neatness to something wild and jagged as the poison took effect.

By 12:09 it was all over.

[275 Characters]

 

This story was written for Kat Myrman’s Twittering Tales Challenge, click on the link below to see her post:

Twittering Tales #159 – 22 October 2019

 

I have also included the following word prompts:

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/10/28/jagged/

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/10/28/rdp-monday-mend/

FOWC with Fandango — Regular