50 Word Thursdays – The Catch of the Day.

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From the moment we saw him most of us lived in dread of him. – Private Peaceful by Michael Morpurgo.

 

Last Thursday I launched this weeks 50 word Thursday challenge, that is to write something inspired by this picture and optionally including the phrase underneath it. It has to be in multiples of 50 words up to a maximum of 250 words.

It is still not too late to take part in this challenge if you’d like to, the link is below:

https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/2019/02/14/50-word-thursdays-7/

 

The designer of the statue had intended it to be an advertisement for the community. It represented our fishing industry and also our love for the sea birds that traditionally guided the fisherman to the best catch. He was proud of his masterpiece. He couldn’t possibly envision that some would see it as an obstacle of fun.

Not a day went by when some local hoodlum or scoundrel hadn’t desecrated his statue in some way.

Then came the day when he saw someone had placed a traffic cone on one of his statues arms, he completely lost his temper and went on a rampage, shouting and screaming.

I remember that day clearly. My friends and I were sitting in the main square eating fish and chips when he ran by screaming and foaming at the mouth.

From the moment we saw him most of us lived in dread of him. 

[150 words]

 

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/02/18/envision/

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2019/02/18/your-daily-word-prompt-advertisement-february-18-2019/

 

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An Enchanted World – For Fandango’s Picture Challenge.

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Fandango has started a new picture challenge, to write a short story, flash fiction, inspired by a picture, this is the picture above and here is the link to his post below:

Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #1

In my own typical fashion, I have broken the rules and written a poem instead.

 

Just believe in yourself

That is the key

And you enter a world

Where you become free

A glamorous glade

An enchanted wood,

Where anything could happen,

Could, would and should.

There, in a clearing,

By a babbling brook,

A lady, so endearing,

Playing with each step she took,

Walked towards you

Looking very cute.

It’s just a tremendous pity,

She couldn’t play that flute.

 

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 18/February/2019

 

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/02/18/rdp-monday-key/

 

Tell the Story challenge – A boy on a quest.

Jeremy sat down and pulled his map out of his rucksack.

He was on a great adventure, A quest like the great knights of old. The ones he read about in school. King Arthur and the round table.

He’d packed his bag that very morning and set out into the wilderness. He’d got a strawberry jam sandwich, cut into triangles like his Mum would do. Maybe not quite as neatly, he used his penknife, which he’d blunted last year by trying to chop down a tree with it.

He also had found his dads old hipflask, it had been filled with the most disgusting looking brown liquid, ‘positively hazardous to health’, thought Jeremy as he’d tipped it down the sink, rinsed it out and replaced it with orange squash instead. It still had a funny tang to it, but then you had to put up with a lot when you went adventuring.

So armed with food and drink and dressed in his favourite pullover, bright yellow in colour, and his red hat, he’d set out. A knight had to wear bright colours to show he was on a quest, or so he’d read.

He had been gone for an hour before he decided to pull out the map and find out where he was.

Down in the old Yew tree thicket, not far from the boundary of the Kingdom.

He knew he wasn’t allowed to go any further than this point, so slowly he began to retrace his steps.

He hadn’t found any treasure on this trip, but there was always next weekend.

Just then, he heard a noise from behind a nearby bush.

Jeremy pulled out his penknife and shouted “Who goes there? Friend or Foe?”

He’d read that that was the proper thing to say when you were a Knight.

A rabbit jumped out onto the path in front of him. It looked at him with unblinking brown eyes and twitched its nose.

Jeremy thought it looked so squeezable and huggable, so he tried to catch it.

Strangely enough, the wild rabbit let him pick it up.

The quest wasn’t a failure, after all, he’d found himself a faithful pet if only his parents will let him keep it.

Holding it gently, he walked back to his castle. Or as most people saw it, the cottage in the park.

Jeremy’s father was the park’s groundskeeper and the cottage came with the job. It provided Jeremy with the best place ever to feed his imagination though.

 

This story was written for the Tell the Story challenge that I was tagged in by Teresa, the Haunted Wordsmith. Thank you, Teresa, for tagging me. Please click on the link and read her story here:

https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2019/02/16/it-started-with-one/comment-page-1/#comment-13842

So now I have to nominate three people and give them a picture for them to write a story.

I have decided to nominate the person who began the Tell the Story challenge, The Eclectic Contrarian:

https://theeclecticcontrarian.wordpress.com/2019/01/12/tell-the-story-challenge/

also

Laura Venturini

200 Plus

SanaH

https://apausefornature.wordpress.com/2019/02/16/good-morning-feb16%F0%9F%98%8A/

 

And here is your picture:

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https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2019/02/17/your-daily-word-prompt-squeezable-february-17-2019/

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/02/17/quest/

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/02/17/rdp-sunday-color/

 

 

 

 

 

 

Love Bite – A poem written for Kira’s Sunday Scribbles

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I was betrayed;

You never stayed

On an altar of false dreams

I sacrificed myself, it seems.

Our connection died

Our love cast aside.

Your intimate touch

That I loved so much,

Was a passing passion

A fleeting fashion,

Smitten

Now bitten,

Yearning,

Burning,

In a heap.

Love may be free,

but it’s never cheap.

 

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 14/February/2019

 

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/02/10/kiras-sunday-scribbles-29/

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/02/14/smitten/

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/02/14/rdp-thursday-intimate/

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2019/02/14/your-daily-word-prompt-passion-february-14-2019/

 

50 Word Thursdays #7

The rules
1 The completed piece must be in multiples of 50 words – a maximum of 250 words. Anything is acceptable – poetry, story, anecdote.
2 There will be a photo and a random phrase that I will take from the current book I am reading – you can use either or both
3 Please pingback and tag 50WordThurs so I can do a summary.

As you may be aware, I have taken over hosting this challenge that Deb Whittam used to host but decided to move on to new things. I am now co-hosting this competition, taking it in turns with Teresa, The Haunted Wordsmith. Last week was her turn, click the link below to see the wonderful selection of stories:

https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2019/02/13/recap-50-word-thursday-6/

So here is the picture for this week:

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And here are the words: From the moment we saw him most of us lived in dread of him. – Private Peaceful by Michael Morpurgo.

I hope you enjoy this weeks Challenge.

Have fun.

🙂

Tell the Story Challenge – Light of Hope

Teresa, The Haunted Wordsmith has tagged me in this tell the story challenge with this great picture. See her post below and check out the great story she wrote called The Shadow Man:

https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2019/02/12/the-shadow-man/comment-page-1/#comment-13717

 

Here is my fictional story:

I grew up on a rocky island on the west coast of Scotland. There were a few people eking out a living from that poor soil. A few crofters farming and keeping those scrawny tough sheep that were the only kind that could survive the winter storms. We had a little community that grew up around the lighthouse. My grandfather was the lighthouse keeper and my Mother was the baker. Twelve families survived on the island, we even had a small school that I went to with seven other children. The school teacher was a crotchety old lady by the name of Mrs MacReady her husband was the minister of the small church or Kirk.

Growing up there had been tough but I remember we were a close-knit community and there was plenty of love.

Time swept by and before I knew it, I was too old to attend the small community school. Three of us were now old enough to go to big school. Myself, Rory Campbell and Alexander MacLeod. I remember the day when we had to board the ferry that took us across the water to the town. It was too long a journey to make daily. We would be living in ‘digs’ until the end of the term. It would be three whole months before we would see our families again. I stood there on the dockside shivering, not from the cold but petrified with fear. I had never been ‘off island’ before. People did make the crossing to buy things but I had never had any interest in leaving my home.

“Cheer up Lad” Grandfather called out to me. “If ever you get homesick, just look out to sea and you’ll see the light from my lighthouse and you’ll know all is well.”

I used to stare out of the window in that attic bedroom and see the light sweep past. It became the light of hope to me. I knew everything was safe at home and one day I’ll see it again.

 

Thanks, Teresa, for tagging me:

 

I am going to tag the following people:

Fiddler Pie

https://wideeyedwanderingspoonie.wordpress.com/2019/02/12/found-poetry-february-day-10-haiku-for-a-cold-morning/

🤗February 12, 2019: Quote of The day & My Thoughts

No don’t feel under any pressure if you don’t want to take part, but if you fancy it, the challenge is to write a story or poem based on the picture I give you. Then you need to nominate three people and give them a picture to inspire, thus the Tell the story challenge keeps going.

Here is the picture:

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Have Fun

FOWC with Fandango — Petrified

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/02/12/hope/

Twittering Tales – A Valentines Day Surprise – A Tale in 280 Characters

photo by Skeeze on Pixabay.com

 

He’d crafted them perfectly; no one could tell the difference.

Carefully he packaged and sent them to the people on his list, ticking them off, placing a leaflet in each box conveying the appropriate sentiment.

“I hope you accept this token of my esteem”.

Let the poisoning begin!

[279 characters]

 

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

Twittering Tales #123 – 12 February 2019

 

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/02/12/rdp-tuesday-leaflet/

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/02/12/hope/

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2019/02/12/your-daily-word-prompt-sentiment-february-12-2019/

Friday Fictioneers – The Travellers – A Tale in 100 words.

PHOTO PROMPT © Anshu Bhojnagarwala

They put down their heavy bundle and sat by the fire to warm their aching bones. The travellers had walked for many miles from the last village and it was many miles more until they reached the next.

There was something primordial about the fire. It took them back to their roots and made them whole again. The strength slowly returned to their muscles ready for tomorrows trek. Maybe, at the next village they will accept them, but if not, they will do what they always did. Sell a few things, buy a few then travel on. Such is Life.

 

 

This was written for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields Friday Fictioneers picture challenge:

8 February 2019

 

and also included the word prompts:

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/02/08/strength/

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2019/02/08/your-daily-word-prompt-bundle-february-8-2019/

 

Tell the Story Challenge – Mental Cruelty

Sadje of the Blog, Keep it Alive has tagged me in a Tell the Story Challenge, see the post here:

Tell the story Challenge #11

I believe this challenge was created by the Eclectic Contrarian, and so I would like to thank both of them, Sadje for tagging me and the EC for coming up with the concept.

Here is the picture that Sadje has chosen for me:

As the Marmalade Kitty Cat heard it’s humans’ car pull off the drive, he ran into the living room to look again at the new toy they bought.

Slowly he stepped up closer. “It sure look like goldie fish” thought Kitty.

Gingerly he sniffed at it. “It sure smells like goldie fish” Kitty thought.

It came as a revelation when Kitty pounced and knocked over the ornament that it was not a fish in a bowl at all! It was some plastic construct made to look and smell just like the real thing!

Kitty couldn’t comprehend who would manufacture such a cruel thing!

In order to make it clear that he was not happy, he left his humans a little coming home present on the mat.

 

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 08/February/2019

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/02/07/revelation/

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/02/07/rdp-thursday-manufacture/

FOWC with Fandango — Construct

 

So who shall I tag?

JP the Wide-eyed Wanderer

https://wideeyedwanderingspoonie.wordpress.com/2019/02/06/wide-eyed-wanderings-broad-bay-nz/

Kristian of Life Lessons from Around the Dinner Table

https://lifelessonsaroundthedinnertable.wordpress.com/2019/02/06/romantic-movies-day-5/

Bereaved Single Dad.

Cheesy Music.

 

So you know the rules? Take the picture I provide and write a story, poem or anecdote about it, then tag three others and provide them with a picture of your own.

The most important rule is to have fun.

Also if you don’t fancy having a go, then that’s fine.

Here is the picture:

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