50 Word Thursday #111 – A World without the Word.

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And the words: “Vengeance and retribution require a long time; it is the rule.”
― Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities

He glanced out of the narrow window at the ships anchored in the harbour. This was the scene that had greeted his eyes every day of his life and it had inspired him to write several novels. Many of his books had Piracy as the main theme. He’d written many of the men who had come off those ships into his novels, embellished to represent a pirate king or a kidnapped victim.

The book he was currently working on was particularly challenging. It was a story or revenge and books about vengeance and retribution require a long time; it is the rule. However, he also knew that brevity was key. People’s attention spans nowadays were shorter and novels were often half the size they used to be. He decided to use a mechanism that was the retreat of many authors faced with this problem. He would use flashback to condense a long time into a handful of pages.

He began writing furiously and with a smile he placed his pen down at the end. He knew he’d penned another great novel. If only there were enough people around who could actually read. The Covid pandemic had killed all the teachers.

[200 Words]

This story was written for the 50 Word Thursday Challenge.

https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/2021/02/18/50-word-thursday-111/

I have also included the following word prompts:

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2021/02/24/rdp-wednesday-brevity/

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2021/02/24/theme-2/

Multiple Word Prompt Story – A Body In Victorian London.

His body lay in the gutter. He could feel the hard cobblestones, but the discomfort they caused was nothing next to the pain of the wound in his side. Stabbed by a Knife. It was Ironic he should end this way, bleeding to death in the street. The rain washed the blood away and with it, his life ebbed.

He took one last look at the London street, lit by gaslight that guttered in its glass lamp.

It was the last thing he saw. His London.

Continue reading Multiple Word Prompt Story – A Body In Victorian London.

Song Lyric Sunday – It doesn’t matter if you’re large or small – SHINE.

The Challenge set by Jim Adams in his post linked below, is to find a song lyric that has something to do with Long/short/small or tall.

https://jimadamsauthordotcom.wordpress.com/2021/02/20/general-length-or-size-of-things/

I found this song from Billy Elliot, the musical. The song was written by Elton John.

I hope you enjoy this song:

Shine

Recorded for the musical Billy Elliot

Music:Elton John
Lyrics:Lee Hall

It doesn’t matter if you’re large or small
Trapezoid, or short or tall
Even if you can’t dance at all
All you really gotta do is shine

It doesn’t matter if your life’s a mess
The whole process will coalesce
Girls, just try to effervesce
All you really have to do is shine


chorus: Give them that old razzle dazzle
Turn on the old pizzazz
There’s no time for shilly shally
Give it backbone, give it welly

Bowl ’em over, knock them out
Show them what life is all about
Give them that old razzle dazzle, and shine

It doesn’t matter if you’re unemployed
Only partially humanoid
An octopoid whose mind’s a void
All you gotta do is shine

It doesn’t matter if you’re born in Leeds
They love to see a heart that bleeds
You’ll all be stars one day, you’ll see
All you really gotta do is shine

(repeat chorus)

You might be feeling lousy
You might be feeling blue
A little disenchanted
A minor touch of flu
They couldn’t give a monkey’s cuss
They couldn’t give a fig
Come on girls get over it
It’s all part of the gig

Give them that old rinkle tinkle
Give them the old kabam
Grab the buggers by the bollocks
Knock ’em sideways, blow their minds out
Keep it coming, keep it coming
There’s no time for half-assed frolics
Give them that old razzle dazzle, and shine

It doesn’t matter if you’re short or squat
Cerebrally challenged, completely shot
You might have it, or might not
All you really have to do is
All you really have to do is shine
Give them that old razzle dazzle and shine
Give them that old razzle dazzle and shine, and shine, and shine

It also includes the Ragtag Daily Prompt word today which is Backbone.

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2021/02/21/rdp-sunday-backbone/

I hope you enjoyed this song and you have a fantastic Sunday. 🙂

50 Word Thursday #110 – All part of the Service – A macabre Valentines story.

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“Some days expand, Mona thought; their seams stretch and they hold more than a day’s worth of time.” – This Must Be The Place – Kate Racculia

It seemed like the perfect Valentine’s day. Her boyfriend had paid for a night in a luxury hotel in a picturesque village and also a chauffeur to drive them to a local beauty spot.

He had woken her early and they had sat on their balcony and watched the sun rise and shared a bar of chocolate, not quite all of which melted in their mouths.

After breakfast, the driver had arrived with a huge grin on his face. There was something about him Mona did not like, something they preyed on her mind. He seemed quite jolly as he drove them to a remote and secluded place where a long stretch of sand met the sea. He even sang to them. Mona hoped that this was part of the service because she didn’t think it was worth paying extra for. She could only take so much more of ‘Spanish eyes’ sung just off key.

Some days expand, Mona thought; their seams stretch and they hold more than a day’s worth of time.

Then things started to go wrong. After taking just one sip of champagne, her boyfriend began to choke and passed out.

As she tried to resuscitate him, she looked over at the chauffeur who was still grinning.

“How can you be so cheery at time like this?” she shouted.

“Oh, I just love my job and my hobby” he replied.

“And what’s your hobby then?” Mona asked, with some trepidation.

“Butcher” he replied as the axe swung.

[250 Words]

This story was written for the 50 Word Thursday Challenge, hosted by Deb Whittam.

You have until Wednesday if you want to take part, click on the link.

https://debbiewhittam.wordpress.com/2021/02/12/50-word-thursday-110/

I have also included the following word prompts:

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2021/02/14/mind/

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2021/02/13/cheery/

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2021/02/14/rdp-sunday-chocolate/

50 Word Thursday # 109 – Without an Apple.

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‘Although it was a simple thing to be doing, something strange was happening.’
– Paulo Coelho – The Valkyries

I’d decided to make the most of my freedom. I’d no lectures today, no tutorials or dreary sessions in the library reading about Einstein’s theory of relativity. This was my first real day of freedom since lockdown had ended and that deadly virus, so persistent, had finally rescinded to controllable levels.

It had left it scars. I still avoided crowds where possible and I don’t think any of us would ever feel the same again.

Today I went to Greenwich to bask in the history or my scientific forebears. I’d wandered around the observatory where scientists of old had gazed through their telescope and seen the glories of a distant planet.

Then I sat and had a picnic on the green.

I gazed in dreamy contemplation across at the building in the distance topped by a triangle, really a pyramid and although it was a simple thing to be doing, something strange was happening.

It seemed as though those scientists who had walked this ground were passing on their knowledge and mixed with my own studies of theoretical physics I suddenly had a ‘Eureka’ moment and, without an apple like Newton, I had worked out how to travel through time!.

[200 words]

This story was written for the 50 Word Thursday challenge posted last week. Today is the last opportunity to take part.

https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/2021/02/04/50-word-thursday-109/

I have also included the following word prompts:

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2021/02/10/rdp-wednesday-triangle/

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2021/02/10/persistent/

A Multiple Word Prompt Story – The Awkward Surprise

This story was inspired by the following word prompts

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2018/08/05/awkward/

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2021/01/06/awkward-2/

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2018/08/05/rdp66-abide/#like-621

https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2018/08/05/three-things-challenge-05-august-2018/

Today’s things are: circus, carnival, freak show

The Awkward Surprise

It was his wife’s fiftieth birthday and he had managed to convince her he had forgotten all about it.

When they woke up that Saturday morning, he behaved like there was nothing special about the day ahead.

He’d got up, had a shower, fed the cats and then went to the corner shop to pick up the Saturday paper.

On his way back he quickly accosted the postman who was about to post some birthday cards through their letter box. He took the cards and put them in his coat pocket and only allowed the bills to pass through.

The postman gave him a strange look as he continued on his round.

Hiding round the side of the house he heard his wife open the inner door and pick up the few measly bills and slam the door again.

Stifling a laugh he opened the door with his key and went in.

“Has the mail been love?” he asked, how he kept a straight face, he had no idea.

“Only the gas and electric bills and a letter from the council about the drains, that’s all. I was expecting…”

“What were you expecting?” he asked as innocently as he could.

“Oh, Nothing. Nothing at all” She replied then went into the kitchen and slammed the door.

Continue reading A Multiple Word Prompt Story – The Awkward Surprise

50 Word Thursday #104 – The Fixer Upper.

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“Cowards”, Ida Belle yelled out the front door. – Louisiana Longshot – Jana DeLeon

They’d viewed the property online at first. It was the only one that was within their price range but the photos were a little blurry.

When they arrived, Sharon looked at the property with the sloping roof that needed attention, then looked at her partner, Keith.

They were just turning to leave when the man from the Real estate office arrived in his slick suit and smiling like a crocodile.

“Hello there, I spoke to you the day before yesterday, or Nudiustertian, as it says on my word a day calendar!”

Sharon took an instant dislike to the man.

“Now let me introduce you to the owner, Miss Ida Belle. She can show you around.”

Ida Belle was an elderly, large lady with holes in her stocking and an odour of stale cigarettes covered by cheap perfume.

After a tour of the place, they had seen enough. It needed a complete overhaul. The bathroom was in a separate building in yard.

They had to wrest themselves away from the owner and the attentive estate agent.

He grinned at them and said “Look, It’s a fixer upper!”

Sharon and Keith ran for it.

“Cowards”, Ida Belle yelled out the front door.

[200 Words]

This story was written for the 50 Word Thursday Challenge – This week hosted by Deb Whittam.

https://debbiewhittam.wordpress.com/2021/01/01/50-word-thursday-104/

I have also included the following words:

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2021/01/05/nudiustertian/

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2021/01/05/rdp-tuesday-wrest/

The Flight of the Humble Pea – ;-)

“Oh, not peas again!” Daniel gave a forlorn plea as his Mother placed a big bowl of them on the dinner table.

“Yes, Dear, peas. You always balk at them, but they are full of vitamin c, so I want to see you put plenty on your plate”

When she walked out of the room again, his Sister gave him a sly look.

“Yes, Daniel, you should give peas a chance,” She said, in an adorable bit of wordplay.

Then she gave a yelp as her brother pulled back his fork and fired several peas at her.

The flight of the peas bounced off of her head and a few rolled along the dining room floor and into the kitchen.

“Daniel!” Screamed their Mother. They were like this every Sunday when they came round for dinner. You wouldn’t have thought they were now both grown-ups!

The End

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 27/January/2019

Written in response to the following word prompts:

https://swimmersweek.wordpress.com/2019/01/27/peas/

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/01/27/yelp/

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2019/01/27/your-daily-word-prompt-adorable-january-27-2019/

FOWC with Fandango — Forlorn

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/01/27/rdp-sunday-flight/

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2021/01/04/balk/

Action Resolution

January is the time to contemplate the year ahead and many make new year’s resolutions. I looked back at last year and I wrote a poem about my thoughts on the New Year and my own resolutions. It’s interesting to look back and see what was in my mind a year ago, before COVID. Life was so brilliant back then, if I’d only known it. 

My new year’s resolution,

As I contemplate new beginnings

Is to worry less about the execution

and just accept my loss or winnings.

Life’s too short to hesitate,

to feel vulnerable, give in to fear.

To stand paralysed until it’s too late,

Before you know it, you’ve lost another year.

So, don’t make idle promises

That you don’t intend to keep,

Just resolve to be more active,

For what you sow, you shall one day reap.

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 04 January 2020. 

I have included the following word prompts:

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2020/01/04/resolution/

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2021/01/01/resolution-2/

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2020/01/04/rdp-satuyrday-new-beginnings/

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2021/01/03/brilliant/

FOWC with Fandango — Vulnerable

50 Word Thursday #103 – There’s no Dome like the one at home.

“But in the song there was a secret little inner song” – The Pearl by John Steinbeck

There is a song about the grandeur of the dome of St Pauls Cathedral. It was sung in many a London pub by voices raised over the click of beer glasses. It was sung by those filled with dreams and wishes by many who no longer called England home but longed to see it once more, but in the song there was a secret little inner song. For when viewed in dusky silhouette, the dome of St Pauls resembles something else entirely and this jolly song was a satire on the other sights seen in the quiet streets of London.

[100 Words]

This tale was written for the 50 Word Thursday Challenge:

https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/2020/12/24/50-word-thursday-103/

And also included the following word prompts

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2020/12/30/wishes/

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2020/12/30/rdp-wednesday-satire/