Tell the Story – A Hidden Opportunity.

tell the story beach palm tree

Dr Tanya tagged me yesterday in this Tell the Story Challenge:

https://saltedcaramel.blog/2019/01/16/tell-the-story/#comment-1576

Written for Tell the Story, a writing prompt initiated by The Eclectic Contrarian.

Rory, of A Guy Called Bloke tagged Sadje.

Dr Tanya of Salted Caramel was tagged by Sadje of Keep It Alive, you can read her story here.

And Dr Tanya tagged me with this sunny picture above. So here we go.

 

It’s a popular spot nowadays. People come here for their summer holidays. The sun, sea, sand and palm trees are just what they seem to want now. They fly in on big aeroplanes or sometimes come on huge cruise ships. Much bigger than the ships that I used to sail on, back in my day.

I suppose it is a beautiful spot. The sand connects two islands and is underwater at high tide. Of course, back in my day, it was a very lonely spot of beach. The only ships that came here were Pirate ships taking shelter from the storms. It wasn’t a common spot even then. Far from the main haunts. Now it’s positively packed with people. Whole families and their kids come here to paddle in the sea. They don’t see me of course. No one can.

I’m just a relic from the past. My bones are buried here and I’ve been here for centuries, just staring out to sea. It was a tradition of Pirate captains, to bury someone with their treasure so their ghost will protect it from anyone who comes looking for it. There was also the added factor that once that blaggard, Captain Blackbeard had me dig the hole, by shooting me in the head, no one else would know where he buried it. An onerous job, digging that hole, with nothing but a bullet for my reward.

I had my revenge though. Blackbeard didn’t outlive me long, and no one knows that just buried six feet beneath their feet lies my rotted corpse and an old wooden chest filled with Spanish gold doubloons. What a hidden opportunity just waiting to be found.

One day.

 

So now it’s my turn to pass the challenge on.

Here is the picture:

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I choose:

The Dark Netizen

https://thedarknetizen.wordpress.com/2019/01/17/haiku-my-imagination/

Laura of Lauravent69

Laugh for the Day-Sassy!

and

Thought for Change.

https://thinkingclearly2018.wordpress.com/2019/01/17/holes/

 

If you don’t fancy taking part, then that’s fine, but if you’re up for the challenge, Have Fun,

and Thank you, Dr Tanya, for thinking of me.

 

FOWC with Fandango — Onerous

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2019/01/17/your-daily-word-prompt-opportunity-january-17-2019/

 

A Haiku – The Door

Esther Chilton has set a challenge for this week. Write a poem or story about what a Door can mean to you.

https://esthernewtonblog.wordpress.com/2018/11/15/i-challenge-you-to-40/comment-page-1/#comment-14985

Door

Here is my response:

What’s behind a door?
A gateway to your desires?
Or your own prison?

The Demise of the Daily Post Word Prompt

I find it so incredibly sad that the Daily Press is closing its doors. I will miss the Community pool and the First Friday thingy they did. Most of all though I will be absolutely bereft that they will no longer be doing the Word Prompt of the DAY!!!!!

I can’t let this demise happen, I rely so heavily on the word prompt for Inspiration and also for distribution….

I have access to a Random Word Generator, so What I plan to do is a couple of times a week post my own word prompt. 

What do you think? Is this something you would be interested in taking part in? 

If you want to take part, please let me know, and then reblog so it gets round to as many people as possible. 

All the best

Kristian

🙂 

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/2018/05/24/to-the-daily-post-community-thank-you/comment-page-3/#comments

Remembering Beethoven

Today is the anniversary of the death of Ludwig Van Beethoven. One of the most inspirational and brilliant composers who has ever graced this earth. Who’s legacy still remains to enrich our lives and lift our hearts.

Ludwig Van Beethoven died on the 26th of March 1827 at the age of just 56. 

Although this was 191 years ago and therefore not a nice rounded number since his demise, his importance is such that this does not diminish the fact that remembering him today is worth while.

He was born on the 17th of December 1770 in Bonn, the city that at the time was the capital of the electorate of Cologne and of course this city became the capital of West Germany during the time of Germany’s unfortunate, but thankfully temporary, split.

In around 1790/91 he moved to the City of Vienna, such a bastion of musical enlightenment which includes Mozart and Haydn (among others) in its repertoire of musical notables that called Vienna home. 

Beethoven’s musical genius gave us the fantastic and inspiring 5th Symphony where the repeated notes (Duh, duh, duh, Dum) recall the knocking of opportunity, that sound that supposedly knocks for all of us at one stage of our lives and we ignore it at our peril.

He gave us the Moonlight Sonata and the piece known as Fur Elise, which are both staple diets for the practising pianists even to this day. 

He also gave us one of my absolute favourite pieces of music. His 6th Symphony, affectionately named The Pastoral Symphony.

He also left us many interesting quotes, although probably not as many as are attributed to him on social media that latch on to any name of the past to aggrandize a notable witticism. 

He said “Music is a higher revelation than philosophy”.

I think it can certainly be claimed that music and philosophy go hand in hand in inspiring our soul and lifting our spirits.

He said “Music is the mediator between the spiritual and the sensual life.” 

What could be more true and appropriate?

He said “To play a wrong note is insignificant but to play without passion is inexcusable.”

This should apply just as much to life itself. We should grab the opportunity knocking and don’t stop to fear a wrong note, or mistake along the path, we should just enjoy life with a passion. No Life lead with a passion could ever be called a failure. 

Finally, on his deathbed, he apparently said “Plaudite, amici, comedia finita est.”

“Applaud, my friends, the comedy is over.”

Well, my friend, we have never stopped Applauding.

Bravo, Beethoven, Bravo!

 

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 26/March/2018