50 Word Thursday – Soul Harvest

This story was written for the 50 Word Thursday challenge that I posted last week, see the link below:

https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/2019/06/05/50-word-thursday-23/comment-page-1/#comment-12323

The challenge is to write a story limited to 50 word increments up to a maximum of 250 words, inspired by a picture and including some words.

Here is the picture

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And the Words:  “she added, hopefully, “how many things with angels on them are there here?” – Neverwhere by Neil Gaiman

 Soul Harvest

Hecate smiled at her black cloaked companion and said “This place looks promising” she added, hopefully, “how many things with angels on them are there here?”

A dark voice replied “Quite a few. The fools believed that they kept the souls of their dear departed safe. Much as I dislike humanity, you’ve got to laugh at its quirks.” The sound that came from deep within the shadowed hood was not like any laughter you’d expect. For all that it echoed around the cemetery, it was devoid of any warmth.

Hecate pulled her own velvet cloak around her. The other figure saw her gesture and responded “I trust that you are not having second thoughts, it’s too late to back out now. You know what’s at stake if you do”.

“No, I want to live again, you promised you could bring me back to life.”

“Indeed, I did and I will. I just need to find a suitable soul to harvest. I do so enjoy harvesting lost souls.”

He drifted further down the row of ornately decorated gravestones.

“Ah, this one will do, nicely,” he said.

Hecate felt a sudden burning inside her as the Soul Harvester carried out his work.

[200 Words]

 

It’s not too late if you want to take part in this challenge. I will be gathering together all the responses and posting them tomorrow (Wednesday) and a new 50 word thursday challenge will begin again on Thursday, this week hosted by Teresa, the Haunted Wordsmith.

 

 

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/06/11/dislike/

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2019/06/11/your-daily-word-prompt-trust-june-11-2019/

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/06/11/rdp-tuesday-sub-lost/

Twittering Tales – A Murder of Crows.

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Photo by nahidhatamiz at Pixabay.com

“How’s the new Scarecrow working out, Jack?”

“Terrible. Trust me to build something that scares all the children to death, but the crows don’t seem to dislike at all!”

“Never mind. I’ll give you a hand burying the bodies if you like.”

“Thanks, Keith, I’d be lost without you.”

[273 Characters]

This story was written for Kat Myrman’s Twittering Tales challenge, click on the link to her post if you want to take part.

Twittering Tales #140 – 11 June 2019

 

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2019/06/11/your-daily-word-prompt-trust-june-11-2019/

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/06/11/rdp-tuesday-sub-lost/

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/06/11/dislike/

 

Blogger Recognition Award Nomination :-)

 

I am really pleased to have been nominated for another Blogging recognition award, this time by Dr Tanya of Salted Caramel, see her post below:

https://saltedcaramel670.wordpress.com/2019/06/10/blogger-recognition-award/

and don’t forget to check out her blog and say Hi from me. 🙂

AWARD RULES

  • Thank the nominator, and publish a post on your blog about receiving the Blogger Recognition Award. Make sure to provide a link to the nominator’s blog in your post.
  • Give a brief story of how your blog started.
  • Give two pieces of advice to new bloggers.
  • Nominate 10-15 other bloggers for this award, and inform them of their nomination.

 

How I started:

I started blogging in March 2018, having had no experience of blogging whatsoever.

Since childhood, I have been writing stories and creating imaginary worlds with great enthusiasm that I have never lost. In January 2018 I attended a six-week creative writing course in the City Lit Academy in London, and this really opened up the floodgates of my creative mind. Instead of writing something now and then, I began writing something every single day. I found the experience both daunting and inspiring. Having my writing read and commented on by my fellow writers was an experience that I found really helpful to me.  It made me want to share my material with an even wider audience. I also wanted somewhere to keep my written material. I decided to write a blog.

I called it Tales from the Mind of Kristian because that is what it really is. It is the creative brain burps of my mind. I am happy to share them with you. What’s to dislike? 😉

I hope you like them, anyway.

Two pieces of advice for new bloggers.

 

  1. Trust in yourself and your own ability. Blog about what you love.
  2. Keep doing it. The more you write the better it will get.

 

My Nominees:

 

https://paeansunpluggedblog.wordpress.com/2019/06/11/carefree-days/

The Lines They See – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Cyranny’s quickie!

Torta Cubana – A Mexican Sandwich

Sunshine Inspiration: Let Your Spirit Bloom

 

 

 

 

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2019/06/11/your-daily-word-prompt-trust-june-11-2019/

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/06/11/dislike/

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/06/11/rdp-tuesday-sub-lost/

 

Twittering Tales – Helpful Directions – A tale in less than 280 Characters.

Photo by Gavilla @ Pixabay.com

“Excuse me, we’re lost. Can you tell us where we can find a hotel?”

“Sure, Buddy, straight down there, turn right at the garden centre. It’s number 11. The best hotel in town.”

When they arrived a sign by the door said: “Welcome to the House of Desire”.

“Looks nice,” Keith said.

[276 Characters]

 

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

Twittering Tales #124 – 19 February 2019

 

My story for last week’s challenge can be read here:

https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/2019/02/12/twittering-tales-a-valentines-day-surprise-a-tale-in-280-characters/

 

I’ve also included the following word prompts:

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/02/19/rdp-tuesday-garden/

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/02/19/desire/

 

 

 

He who shall not be named – A silly poem.

 

A Bishop of Buffoonery,

Such Inane Chicanery,

Lauded by his Goonery,

Exquisite in his Vanity,

But renowned for his profanity.

He’s Completely lost his sanity.

 

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 13/January/2019

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/01/13/exquisite/

https://swimmersweek.wordpress.com/2019/01/13/bishop/

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2019/01/13/your-daily-word-prompt-lost-january-13-2019/

FOWC with Fandango — Inane

 

 

50 Word Thursday’s #2 – The Book of Lost Souls.


I spin in a haze of greens, blues, and white, my perceptions unravelling like a roll of gauze.
Splintered by A. G. Howard

This story was written for the 50 word Thursday Challenge, this week hosted by Teresa, The Haunted Wordsmith, Click below to find out more:

The Book of Lost Souls

I’d been warned about going into Uncle Peregrine’s attic. Since his death, it’d been kept untouched. Elsie refused to dust it. That added to the mystery and I just couldn’t resist.

Uncle Peregrine had been distinctly odd. He’d wander around wearing red flowing robes and a pink silk turban on his head, smoking extremely unpleasant smelling cigars. He’d been a practitioner of the occult, but I’d always found him an immensely funny silly old fool.

The house was its usual bustle on a Sunday morning as everyone, even the staff, prepared to go to Church. I managed to feign illness; a bit of judicious rubbing behind the ears was enough to convince Mother that I had a rash and couldn’t possibly go along.

When they’d gone, I crept into the dusty old attic room, the walls lined with books.

One book appeared to be a children’s colouring book.

Gingerly I open it and I spin in a haze of greens, blues, and white, my perceptions unravelling like a roll of gauze.

My mind impossibly lost without a road map to help me back to reality.

Around me, I am surrounded by a riot of colour and shapes.

Then I spy a large figure sitting on the back of a tangerine coloured camel, wearing red robes and a pink turban.

Uncle Peregrine beams at me.

“There you are, my boy. Come to keep your Uncle company, have you? I hope you’ve said your goodbyes, there’s no going back now, you know.”

I have also included The Three Things challenge: Books, Lost, Road Map.

If you enjoyed this challenge, why not click on the link and have a go?

Manic Monday’s Three Way Prompt – Patience Lost.

Yes, I know it’s now Tuesday!

This Story was written in response to Laura M Bailey’s Manic Monday’s 3-way challenge.

See Link:

https://alltheshoesiwear.wordpress.com/2018/11/26/manic-mondays-3-way-prompt-waiting/

You may also wish to read my previous entry for the 3-way challenge:

https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/2018/11/19/manic-mondays-3-way-prompt-gift-of-your-heart/

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The Word: WAITING

Patience Lost

How long did I sit there for? I lost track of the time

I looked at the clock on the wall and watched as the second hand ticked and the minute hand completed circle after circle. 

I had a glass of water next to me and I sipped it patiently. 

Patience is a virtue and one I usually lack, but there was something in the atmosphere in that dark place that just said, ‘wait, it will all be worth it, you’ll see’. 

Eventually, I felt I couldn’t bear waiting any longer and I stood up to leave

At that moment the heavy wooden door at the top of the stone steps swung open and in walked the person I had wanted to meet for so long. 

He was shorter than I expected, or maybe his advanced age was making him stoop. It was hard to tell, as he was wearing heavy black robes that swamped his body. 

“Going so soon?” The old man laughed but his eyes remained steely blue. His appearance had been a bit of a disappointment, but those eyes held all the power and knowledge that I’d been told about. That was what I had come for. Answers.

“Come, sit and tell me why you are here, and how. I want to know how most of all. Very few have ever found me before.” His voice was superficially friendly but it was like a silk cloth over a snake pit. 

He pointed back towards the chair and As I turned, the old leather chair had been joined by a second which I knew had not been there before. 

This was the man I was seeking. My quest had led me here, my search for power and knowledge. I had already learned so much. I had learned that this man was responsible for everything. He had the power to make life on earth as wonderful or as terrible as he liked. 

We sat down again and I turned to him. I couldn’t stop myself any longer. Finally, I lost patience and pulled out the dagger I had concealed in the lining of my coat and asked the one question I so desperately wanted to know before I took my revenge.

“Why did you let her die?”

The End.

copyright: Kristian Fogarty 27/November/2018

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2018/11/27/your-daily-word-prompt-lost-november-27-2018/

100-Word Story – That lost world.

PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook

The class gathered around the table in the Museum.

“These fragments are all that we have left of a sea creature that used to be common all over the world before the sea became too hot. It was called Coral.”

Jaxon put up his hand to ask a question.

“Yes, Jaxon what is it?”

“Was this another animal humans killed when we failed to tackle our pollution. Before we had to start living underground?”

“Yes, Jaxon, I’m afraid it is.”

The teacher couldn’t help shedding a tear for that lost world she’d loved, that these children will never know.

[99 words]

 

This story was written for the Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

See here:

5 October 2018