50 Word Thursday # 107 – An Obscure Dream

And the Words: “It sounds plausible enough tonight, but wait until tomorrow. Wait for the common sense of the morning.” – H.G Wells, The Time Machine

She woke up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat. The dream had been so real. She shook her boyfriend awake, who was snoring beside her and described her dream.

“I dreamt I saw a church with an obscure 8-sided tower. A priest came running after me and told me it was the end of the world. People started screaming and the sky turned black.”

Her boyfriend responded sarcastically, “It sounds plausible enough tonight, but wait until tomorrow. Wait for the common sense of the morning.”

The next day they left their hotel room to explore the town and walked down a side street they’d never been before. Her boyfriend held her hand tightly, in his overly protective way that she hadn’t made an issue of, but she stared back in amazement at the obscure 8-sided church tower and she knew what was going to happen next.

[150 Words]

This story was written for the 50 Word Thursday Challenge:

https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/2021/01/21/50-word-thursday-107/

And I also included the following word prompts:

Obscure

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2021/01/27/comeuppance/

50 Word Thursday #106 – Step Right Up

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And the words:
“I stared at her as if she’d lost her mind.” – Louisiana Longshot – Jana DeLeon

“Step right up folks and shake hands with the star of our show” She said.

When it comes to making a fool of myself, I’m a pundit.

I stood right up and she laughed.

“I stared at her as if she’d lost her mind.” 

Behind me a queue was forming.

[50 Words]

This was written for the 50 word Thursday Challenge

https://debbiewhittam.wordpress.com/2021/01/15/50-word-thursday-106/

I have also included the following word prompts:

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2021/01/20/queue/

50 Word Thursday # 105 – A Summer Surprise.

 

And the Words: “I have to remind myself to breathe – almost to remind my heart to beat!” – Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte.

 

“I have to remind myself to breathe – almost to remind my heart
to beat!”

I said to my boyfriend standing
next to me.

As I stood looking out at that dazzling white snow, I couldn’t believe my
eyes.

What a delight and a surprise for a fourth of July Celebration.

[50 Words]

This story was written for the 50 Word Thursday Challenge:

https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/2021/01/07/50-word-thursday-105/

I have also included the following word prompts:

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2021/01/13/dazzling/

Multiple Word Prompt Story – A Manifestation of the Truth.

I wrote this story a while ago but thought it deserved another viewing. Although it should come with a warning, it’s not for the fainthearted. 😉

This story was written in response to the following word prompts:

Firstly the three things challenge from The Haunted Wordsmith:

https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2018/10/24/daily-writing-challenge-24/

Corpse, Murder, Greenhouse

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2018/10/24/manifestation/

Manifestation

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2018/10/24/your-daily-word-prompt-frighten-october-24-2018/

Frighten

FOWC with Fandango — Abstract

Abstract

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2021/01/09/warning/

“I think it is a simple manifestation of some kind of spirit,” he said removing his special ‘ghost detecting’ glasses.

Suzie glared at him “Are you trying to frighten me? What is this manifestation doing in my greenhouse anyway?”

Dr Finklefoss detected the aggression in her voice and rightly put it down to a response from feeling anxious. Fear of the supernatural was a common thing. He experienced it every day among the ill-educated and narrow-minded people he was forced to deal with.

He preferred working with the spirits rather than the living. Dead people were much easier to get on with.

“I would suspect that the murder took place in your greenhouse and that would explain why tools and plants get thrown around and why your glass panes are frequently broken. It will explain why there is a distinct cold zone in the middle of it too. This is where the poor young woman was killed.”

If she’d been anxious before, the look she gave him now was positively terrified.

“What murder, what are you talking about?” she shouted.

“You hired me to find out why you were getting these strange occurrences? Surely you must have suspected a supernatural reason and yet now you are acting like I am lying to you. She cannot harm you. All she wants is to tell us what happened to her. She is going to lead me to where her corpse is buried. She only wants the truth.”

Dr Finklefoss followed the spirit as it led him on a long and abstract path through the woods.

Suzie followed some way behind, her steps were strangely laboured.

As the spectral form stopped above a mound of disturbed earth, Dr Finklefoss realised that this spirit had not been dead that long at all. The spirits face distorted, a look of shock and fear marred the young girls face. She pointed behind him in warning, but it was too late. He felt the hard whack of the iron shovel as it caved in the back of his head. Then nothing.

Suzie dropped the shovel and watched the man bleed to death. A cold smile curled the corner of her lips. “There are some truths that I’d rather were kept hidden, thank you, Doctor.”

She returned to the house and resumed the identity of her wealthy sister, who no one suspected had a twin sister kept locked away in an institution. Well, she’d been locked away until last week, anyway and now she was enjoying herself for the first time in ages.

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 24/October/2018

50 Word Thursday #104 – The Fixer Upper.

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And the words:
“Cowards”, Ida Belle yelled out the front door. – Louisiana Longshot – Jana DeLeon

They’d viewed the property online at first. It was the only one that was within their price range but the photos were a little blurry.

When they arrived, Sharon looked at the property with the sloping roof that needed attention, then looked at her partner, Keith.

They were just turning to leave when the man from the Real estate office arrived in his slick suit and smiling like a crocodile.

“Hello there, I spoke to you the day before yesterday, or Nudiustertian, as it says on my word a day calendar!”

Sharon took an instant dislike to the man.

“Now let me introduce you to the owner, Miss Ida Belle. She can show you around.”

Ida Belle was an elderly, large lady with holes in her stocking and an odour of stale cigarettes covered by cheap perfume.

After a tour of the place, they had seen enough. It needed a complete overhaul. The bathroom was in a separate building in yard.

They had to wrest themselves away from the owner and the attentive estate agent.

He grinned at them and said “Look, It’s a fixer upper!”

Sharon and Keith ran for it.

“Cowards”, Ida Belle yelled out the front door.

[200 Words]

This story was written for the 50 Word Thursday Challenge – This week hosted by Deb Whittam.

https://debbiewhittam.wordpress.com/2021/01/01/50-word-thursday-104/

I have also included the following words:

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2021/01/05/nudiustertian/

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2021/01/05/rdp-tuesday-wrest/

The Flight of the Humble Pea – ;-)

“Oh, not peas again!” Daniel gave a forlorn plea as his Mother placed a big bowl of them on the dinner table.

“Yes, Dear, peas. You always balk at them, but they are full of vitamin c, so I want to see you put plenty on your plate”

When she walked out of the room again, his Sister gave him a sly look.

“Yes, Daniel, you should give peas a chance,” She said, in an adorable bit of wordplay.

Then she gave a yelp as her brother pulled back his fork and fired several peas at her.

The flight of the peas bounced off of her head and a few rolled along the dining room floor and into the kitchen.

“Daniel!” Screamed their Mother. They were like this every Sunday when they came round for dinner. You wouldn’t have thought they were now both grown-ups!

The End

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 27/January/2019

Written in response to the following word prompts:

https://swimmersweek.wordpress.com/2019/01/27/peas/

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/01/27/yelp/

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2019/01/27/your-daily-word-prompt-adorable-january-27-2019/

FOWC with Fandango — Forlorn

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/01/27/rdp-sunday-flight/

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2021/01/04/balk/

Action Resolution

January is the time to contemplate the year ahead and many make new year’s resolutions. I looked back at last year and I wrote a poem about my thoughts on the New Year and my own resolutions. It’s interesting to look back and see what was in my mind a year ago, before COVID. Life was so brilliant back then, if I’d only known it. 

My new year’s resolution,

As I contemplate new beginnings

Is to worry less about the execution

and just accept my loss or winnings.

Life’s too short to hesitate,

to feel vulnerable, give in to fear.

To stand paralysed until it’s too late,

Before you know it, you’ve lost another year.

So, don’t make idle promises

That you don’t intend to keep,

Just resolve to be more active,

For what you sow, you shall one day reap.

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 04 January 2020. 

I have included the following word prompts:

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2020/01/04/resolution/

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2021/01/01/resolution-2/

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2020/01/04/rdp-satuyrday-new-beginnings/

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2021/01/03/brilliant/

FOWC with Fandango — Vulnerable

50 Word Thursday #103 – There’s no Dome like the one at home.

“But in the song there was a secret little inner song” – The Pearl by John Steinbeck

There is a song about the grandeur of the dome of St Pauls Cathedral. It was sung in many a London pub by voices raised over the click of beer glasses. It was sung by those filled with dreams and wishes by many who no longer called England home but longed to see it once more, but in the song there was a secret little inner song. For when viewed in dusky silhouette, the dome of St Pauls resembles something else entirely and this jolly song was a satire on the other sights seen in the quiet streets of London.

[100 Words]

This tale was written for the 50 Word Thursday Challenge:

https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/2020/12/24/50-word-thursday-103/

And also included the following word prompts

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2020/12/30/wishes/

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2020/12/30/rdp-wednesday-satire/

A Touch of Writer’s Block – A poem

 

 

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I feel I’ve hit a solid wall,

the inspiration will not come

The more I sit here and stall,

the greater I become more numb.

 

I need to stop and drink,

copious amounts of tea,

then immerse myself and think,

about where I want to be.

 

Have I lost my creativity,

To instigate and plot a story?

Or will I regain my proclivity,

to Imagine and end this purgatory?

 

This writers block has been extreme.

I pray this is just an awful dream.

 

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 23/January/2019

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/01/23/instigate/

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2020/11/15/plot/

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/01/23/rdp-wednesday-immerse/

FOWC with Fandango — Copious

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2019/01/23/your-daily-word-prompt-extreme-january-23-2019/

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