50 Word Thursday #98 – Always Late

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“He took a deep breath and his nostrils flared, almost as if he tried, like a hunting hound, to take my scent.”  The Somnambulist and the Psychic Thief – Lisa Tuttle

I kept looking to see if there was any sign of the vehicle coming down the dusty road. All I saw was a lizard crossing the track. Mid way across he took a deep breath and his nostrils flared, almost as if he tried, like a hunting hound, to take my scent. Then it disappeared into the undergrowth.

It was impertinent but it was a family joke that he was always late. Even at his Birth he was nearly two weeks overdue. They always said he’d be late for his own funeral.

Sadly, now it turns out they were right.

[100 Words]

This story was written for the 50 Word Thursday challenge:

https://debbiewhittam.wordpress.com/2020/11/20/50-word-thursday-98/

I have also included the following Word Prompts:

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2020/11/25/birth/

50 Word Thursday #96 – A Fate not repeated.

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And the words:
“She had little doubt that she was about to suffer the same fate as Elizabeth.” – Midnight Pleasures With A Scoundrel – Lorraine Heath

This story was written for the 50 Word Thursday challenge:

https://debbiewhittam.wordpress.com/2020/11/06/50-word-thursday-96/

Kirstie was suspicious when the guy she’d been dating asked to meet her on the Jackson bridge. It was there they’d found her sister’s shoe and a fragment of her fingernail. Her body was discovered a mile downstream. They’d said she’d jumped. Kirstie never believed it.

As she turned up, he was already there smiling, his perfect grin that had attracted her now looked sinister.

She had little doubt that she was about to suffer the same fate as Elizabeth.

Luckily, she was prepared and a blackbelt at Judo. Her attacker sailed over her head and into the canal below.

[100 Words]

50 Word Thursday # 95 – The Fated Outcome.

“If you dare nothing, then when the day is over, nothing is all you will have gained.”
― Neil Gaiman, The Graveyard Book

Standing on the edge of the lonely, empty graveyard, Tom drew a deep breath and remembered the advice that his grandfather had given him. His grandfather had been a brave man and always took life by the throat.

The rusty iron gates creaked eerily as he opened them and stepped onto the holy ground. He was surrounded by a garden of gravestones planted to commemorate the lives of heroes and the graves were the only flora in this particular garden.

Looking around he found the grave he was looking for as if fated, marked with the very saying his grandfather used to say.

 “If you dare nothing, then when the day is over, nothing is all you will have gained.”

That’s how he knew where to dig and where the treasure his grandfather had stolen was hidden. The Old man had told him everything and now the outcome was clear.

[150 Words]

This story was written for the 50 word thursday challenge:

https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/2020/10/29/50-word-thursday-95/

I have also included the following word prompts:

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2020/11/04/rdp-wednesday-flora/

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2020/11/04/fated/

50 Word Thursday #94 – A frantic escape.

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Her plan was unravelling before her eyes. She thought no one would find her if she crawled to the back of the luggage compartment and hid behind the suitcases but Someone saw and called the guards.

She screamed causing a big fracas in order to escape. She ran the whole length of the train and could feel her heart pumping. Then, she had no where else to run, it was chilling but there was only one way.

She reached the door, threw it open, and, as the train picked up speed, she leapt out.

Next time she’d buy a ticket.

[100 words]

This story was written for the 50 Word Thursday challenge, click on the link to see the original post:

https://debbiewhittam.wordpress.com/2020/10/23/50-word-thursday-94/

I have also included the following word prompts:

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2020/10/28/chilling/

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2020/10/28/rdp-wednesday-fracas/

50 Word Thursday #93 – A Dream come true.

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

It was something he’d dreamed of all his life. It was his fantasy.

It wasn’t going to be easy, he’d have to catch a bus all the way into town and then, after that, he had to make his way all down the parade to the West Pier.

He worked hard on the farm, sleeping rough in the barn at night seemed to accentuate his desire to achieve his dream. Finally, he’d saved up enough and would elect to walk rather than take the bus.

On the pier, the Ferry waited. His ticket off this island and freedom at last.

[100 Words]

This story was written for the 50 Word Thursday Challenge:

https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/2020/10/15/50-word-thursday-93/

I’ve also included the following word prompts:

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2020/10/21/rdp-wednesday-fantasy/

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2020/10/21/elect/

50 Word Thursday #92 – Phantasm Emotions.

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“The words couldn’t have been delivered with more force if they’d been accompanied by a swift kick to this gut.” ― Lorraine Heath, Surrender to the Devil

It was a lonely stretch of beach and he was surprised when she’d agreed to join him for a walk. She said that he’d managed to pique her curiosity. The car was parked up on the side of the road as if abandoned.

There had been a few people in the distance, dog walkers mostly, and in the interim, while he waited for these distant strangers to go, he chatted in a cordial fashion about the weather and other inconsequential matters, but finally they were totally alone.

He turned to her, the wind blowing those flaming red tresses that gave her the look of a wild beauty.

Then he knelt and took hold of her soft slender hand.

“Darling, Will you marry me?” he asked.

The look of amusement that he saw plainly on her flawless face took him by surprise. Clearly the feelings that he’d thought they shared were just a phantasm with no basis in reality.

“Are you serious?” she replied, throwing her head back and laughing like a wild demon.

The words couldn’t have been delivered with more force if they’d been accompanied by a swift kick to his gut.

How could he have been so mistaken?

[200 Words]

This story was written for the 50 Word Thursday Challenge, this week hosted by Deb Whittam. Click on the link to see the original post:

https://debbiewhittam.wordpress.com/2020/10/09/50-word-thursday-92/

I have also included the following Word Prompts:

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2020/10/13/phantasm/

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2020/10/13/rdp-tuesday-interim/

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2020/10/12/pique/

A Steampunk Story – A slightly longer version.

I set out to write a 42 word story for Deb Wittam’s challenge, See link below:

https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/2020/08/16/42-words-32-a-steampunk-short-story/

But then I decided I wanted to write a slightly longer version as the character intrigued me. So here goes, I hope you like it:

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The crazy-haired inventor stared at his reflection in the looking-glass. His steam-powered hair rejuvenator made popping sounds as he lifted it to his head and tamed his wild white hair, His eyes protected from the diabolical heat by his green glass goggles.

By the standards of the day, he was naked, which meant that he was fully clothed in his underwear, which covered him from the neck to his knees in horizontally blue and grey striped wool.

Also, by the standards of the day he was seen as a delinquent, neither a wealthy aristocrat nor a hard-working citizen. He may well have been a dope fiend the way decent folk gave him a wide birth.

People failed to consider the inventor as a valid member of society but that didn’t stop them from using his steam-powered gyrocopter to travel to the Riviera for their summer hols, or his piston-powered potato masher. Even the good old Queen herself had been known to use his steam-powered titilatory discombobulator, for what purpose one can only guess but her innocent demeanour was clearly deceiving.

Just then, the heat from his hair rejuvenator set his eyebrows alight.

After the necessary application of Dr Quakular’s Eyebrow soother, he sat down and took his new invention apart again, his skills at tinkering were uncanny.  He was determined to prevail and always had to finish any invention he had started, which probably accounted for why he’d only invented three things so far and one of those had an appalling safety record. Thank goodness health and safety legislation was something only seen in science fiction novels.

 

I have included the following word prompts:

FOWC with Fandango — Finish

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2020/08/16/your-daily-word-prompt-prevail-ydwordprompt-august-16-2020/

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2020/08/16/rdp-sunday-deceiving/

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2020/08/15/delinquent/

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2020/08/16/uncanny/

 

 

42 Words #32 – A steampunk short story

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Deb Whittam has posted a challenge, to write a 42-word story in the style of Steampunk.

Click on the link to see her post:

https://debbiewhittam.wordpress.com/2020/08/16/42-words-32/

 

Here is my attempt:

The crazy-haired inventor stared at his reflection in the looking-glass. His steam-powered hair rejuvenator made popping sounds as he lifted it to his head and tamed his wild white hair, His eyes protected from the diabolical heat by his green glass goggles.

 

 

50 Word Thursday #83 – Dream Couple

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And the Words: “Her lips were red and perfectly shaped, her cheeks blushed prettily when she spoke.” – Neil Gaiman, Stardust.

 

It was a special locale, decorated like a film set for some Tudor or medieval based drama.

In typical fashion for a British summer, it was raining when the couple rushed into the room, carrying luggage and holding an umbrella.

They were out of breath and had clearly enjoyed the whole escapade.

She fell ono the four-poster bed, panting and he gazed at her in awe.

Her lips were red and perfectly shaped, her cheeks blushed prettily when she spoke

“Lock the door, darling,” she said, breathily.

It was like a dream and he couldn’t believe she was his wife.

[100 words]

This story was written for the 50 word Thursday challenge:

https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/2020/07/30/50-word-thursday-83/

 

I have also included the following word prompts:

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2020/08/05/dream-2/comment-page-1/#comment-34571

FOWC with Fandango — Escapade

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2020/08/05/rdp-wednesday-umbrella/

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2020/08/05/your-daily-word-prompt-locale-ydwordprompt-August-5-2020/

 

 

 

 

50 Word Thursday # 81 – The Results

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/2020/07/16/50-word-thursday-81/

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: “Only the topmost ridges were in the sun now. The shadow in the valley was blue and Soft” – Of Mice and Men – John Steinbeck

 

So here are all the entries to this weeks challenge,

Please click on the link and have a read of these excellent short stories:

 

50 Word Thursday 7-16-20

 

50 Words Thursday- 81

 

https://debbiewhittam.wordpress.com/2020/07/20/50-word-thursday-81/

 

 

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 the next 50 Word Thursday Challenge!

Deb, over to you 🙂