Incident by Moonlight – A poem.

Gazing up at the sky,

something hit my eye,

in the middle of the night

I didn’t make a fuss

or swear, or cuss,

but it gave me rather a fright.

It smelt rather fowl,

and came from an owl,

I think it damaged my sight.

I was out of luck

I wasn’t moonstruck

and it fell from a pretty big height.

copyright: Kristian Fogarty 20/November/2018

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2018/11/20/moonstruck/

Multiple Word Prompt Story – A Boyish Infatuation.

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2018/09/20/infatuation/

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2018/09/20/rdp-thursday-slippery/

https://fivedotoh.com/2018/09/20/fowc-with-fandango-guest/

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2018/09/20/your-daily-word-prompt-diaphanous-september-20th-2018/

https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2018/09/20/three-things-challenge-20-sept-2018/

Today’s things are: staff, camping, moonlight

 

 

As he lay on his camp bed beneath the stars, he heard the rustling of the bushes as she emerged. Her blond hair hung loosely instead of tied back in a bun. He watched as she removed a diaphanous dressing gown revealing a soft slippery satin negligee beneath, shining in the silvery moonlight.

Then he awoke from his reverie, the burning smoke of the campfire dispelling the last remnants of the dream.

He had to admit he had a burning infatuation for the one of the staff at summer camp.

If camping wasn’t hard enough without this added emotional turmoil that he thought he had grown out of long ago. He wasn’t a young boy anymore, he was a professor of botany and a guest of the camp. He’d been invited by the camp owner, a Dr M. MacDonald, to teach the kids about the flora and fauna but his mind kept wandering back to her. Maybe it was the atmosphere of adolescence that had instilled in him those feelings of a teenage crush. Then again, she was the loveliest girl he had ever seen.

He walked over to the wash tent and was surprised when a soft voice called out to him.

“Professor Jones? You’re up early” Emily smiled at him. Rather than a skimpy negligee, she was wearing sensible pyjamas but he still felt his breath freeze and his heart pound in his chest.

“Yes, I couldn’t sleep. I thought I might as well get ready for the day” Professor Jones tried to smile but looked rather sickly.

“Mary and I are so glad you could come and teach the kids some of your botanical knowledge” Emily continued, still smiling.

“Mary?” Professor Jones inquired.

“Yes, Dr Mary MacDonald? She runs the camp, I believe she hired you. She’s my partner.”

With that crushing blow, his boyish dreams died.

Prayer by Moonlight – 100 Words

She gazed longingly out of the window at the rising full moon. It never ceased to captivate her.

It meant so much.

It was by the full moon that she first met her husband and he captured her heart.

Of course, he had his faults, he could pontificate for hours about the rights and wrong in society. On balance though, his passion outweighed his pomposity and she loved him for it.

Now he was off fighting for his cause and he would be looking up at the same full moon.

Quietly, she said a prayer for his safe return.

[99 words]

PHOTO PROMPT © Gah Learner

7 September 2018

 

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2018/09/05/pontificate/

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2018/09/05/your-daily-word-prompt-captivate-september-5th-2018/

FOWC with Fandango — Balance

 

Three Things Challenge – 11th June – The Night Crawler

This is a Three Things Challenge as set by the haunted wordsmith, see link below:

https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2018/06/11/

three-things-challenge-11-june-2018/

Here are the three words for 11 June 2018: cat, grass, midnight

Here is my attempt:

 

It was funny how things looked so different at night. The colours had somehow leached out of everything. The grass no longer looked green, but a funny grey colour. It was a bright night though. There was hardly a cloud in the sky and the moon was only just short of being full. It shone brightly, casting an eerie silver light over everything. 

It was a warm night too. The humidity was quite stifling, maybe the black clothes were not such a good idea. 

Just then the clock in the old church chimed midnight. 

 

If it was going to happen, It should happen now. The dead were supposed to walk abroad at midnight and this was supposed to be the most haunted graveyard in the country. 

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