The Adventures of Jeremy – Part Three.

This is a continuation of a story I started writing some time ago. If you’d like to read parts one and two, I have linked them below:

https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/2019/02/17/tell-the-story-challenge-a-boy-on-a-quest/

https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/2019/02/19/the-adventures-of-jeremy-continued/

 

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Jeremy was itching to go outside.

The previous Saturday he’d discovered a new part of the park that he’d never seen before. It was a deep hollow surrounded by yew and holly trees, with a small muddy puddle in the centre. He could imagine that the Lady of the Lake would reside in there, just waiting for him to come along so she could hand him Excalibur.

He wanted to continue exploring, but the weather had decided to thwart him.

The air had turned so thick with fog that you could practically eat it with a spoon.

He had a theory, that the weather knew when you had an important quest planned and deliberately tried to stop you from reaching your goal. Well, he was not prepared to let this little problem get in his way.

Jeremy ran upstairs into his father’s bedroom. His parents were playing with his little sister, Jennifer who was having a tea party for her dolls. She’d invited Jeremy too but he said he had something more important to do.

He opened the wardrobe where he knew the items he wanted were kept and within a few moments, he emerged, after making sure that there was a solid wall at the back of the wardrobe. He’d read The Lion, The Witch and the Wardrobe by C.S Lewis and so always made sure that there was no way into Narnia at the back of any of the wardrobes in the house. He’d checked them all at least three times. Jeremy pulled out the torchlight that his father used when they all went camping, it was on an elastic strap that you could wear around your head to keep your hands free. The other item he’d retrieved was his father’s green velvet dressing gown. If he was going to meet the Lady in the Lake, he had to make sure he looked the part and there was nothing he could think of that would make him look more worthy of receiving Excaliber than this particular garment. His Dad always looked very grand when he wore it.

So while the rest of his family were drinking their imaginary tea, Jeremy wrapped himself up green velvet, tying the arms around his neck, so that it looked like a cape, then he switched on the light on his head and stepped out into the thick fog.

The torchlight was just enough to follow the path, but the shadows of the trees either side of him appeared to loom, menacingly. Jeremy pushed through the yew trees at the far end of the park and was pleased to find his magical glade was still there.

Unfortunately, if the Lady of the Lake was impressed by his green velvet cape, she must have been scared away when Jeremy lost his balance and fell into the muddy puddle.

The murky water only came up to his knees, but it was very cold. Shivering he stood up and slowly made his way back home.

As he reached the cottage, his Mum and Dad were standing at the door.

“There he is! The little Rapscallion! What do you mean sneaking out of the house in this fog? Is that my favourite Dressing Gown?”

Try as his might, his parents just didn’t believe that the Lady in the Lake had pulled him in.

Jeremy’s adventures were severely curtailed for several weeks when his parents grounded him.

 

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/02/23/itching/

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2019/02/23/your-daily-word-prompt-rapscallion-february-23-2019/

FOWC with Fandango — Theory

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/02/23/rdp-saturday-air/

https://swimmersweek.wordpress.com/2019/02/23/spoon/

 

 

 

 

 

 

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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/

 

 

 

 

 

 

Manic Mondays – Imperfect World

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You carved our name into the wood,

our initials are still where they once stood,

but where are you? Where did you Go?

Life gave hope, then death took a blow.

 

I have searched in a hopeless quest, 

to capture again, what was once the best.

I take umbrage from those careless words

Tis better to have loved and lost? Totally absurd.

 

Whatever intricate patterns

by Fate and her associate slatterns,

my future destiny has unfurled,

This will remain an Imperfect world.

 

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 16/January/2019

 

https://alltheshoesiwear.wordpress.com/2019/01/14/manic-mondays-3-way-prompt-imperfection/

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2019/01/16/your-daily-word-prompt-associate-january-16-2019/

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/01/16/rdp-wednesday-quest/

FOWC with Fandango — Umbrage

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/01/16/intricate/