50 Word Thursday #41 – Memories of Venice

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And the words:

“How could I forget?” Mrs Judkin’s said.   – Otherwise Engaged – Amanda Quick

 

They stood together on the bridge in Venice watching the traffic of boats and gondola navigate the grand canal.

It had been many years since their divorce and here they were face to face again. Venice held happy memories of times together on their honeymoon.

He looked at her, just as he had when they were young, a longing in his clear blue eyes. Gone was his brown hair, the man was no longer the slim guy she had once loved. She too had changed. She still had blonde hair, but that came out of a bottle now. She wasn’t quite as lithe and laughter lines and crow’s feet bedecked her face.

They laughed about old times.

“Did you marry again, after?” he asked nervously.

“Yes, I’m Mrs Judkins now” she replied.

“Oh, is your husband with you?” he responded, cautiously.

“No, he died two years ago.”

“You know, I never stopped loving you?” he said boldly.

“Really?” she said, moving closer.

“I can’t justify what I did, the affair I mean. You remember what happened?”

She smiled, in a winsome manner, then pushed him over the stone railing into the canal below.

“How could I forget?” Mrs Judkins said.

[200 Words]

 

This story was written for the 50 Word Thursday challenge which this week is hosted by Deb Whittam. Click below if you would like to take part, it’s not too late:

https://debbiewhittam.wordpress.com/2019/10/11/50-word-thursday-41/

 

I have also included the following word prompts:

FOWC with Fandango — Manner

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/10/15/justify/

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/10/15/rdp-tuesday-winsome/

 

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Twittering Tales – Among Us.

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Photo by noelsch at Pixabay.com

 

It was the largest telescope, built to find extra-terrestrial life.

A waste of money, in my humble opinion.

Why bother trying to find aliens, when they’d already found us?

They were already walking shoulder to shoulder among us, their kindred had infiltrated the White House.

[275 Characters]

 

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

Twittering Tales #157 – 8 October 2019

 

I have also included the following word prompts:

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/10/14/kindred/

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/10/14/rdp-monday-humble/

FOWC with Fandango — Shoulder

 

50 Word Thursday #40 – The Results

Well, another week has just flown by! The 50 Word Thursday challenge has come to an end. Click on the link to see the post:

https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/2019/10/03/50-word-thursday-40/

The Rules:

  • Find the muse within the photo or line provided and follow where it leads. It can be a story, anecdote, poem. Anything!
  • The Story must be between 50 and 250 words, in 50-word increments. (so 50, 100, 150, 200 or 250 words)
  • Link back to this post with the tag 50WordThurs so that everyone can find it, or post your response in the comments below.
  • HAVE FUN!

Here was the picture:

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And the Words: “It is quite true that his life had been very evil, but, upon the other hand, he was most conscientious in all things connected with the supernatural.” – The Canterville Ghost by Oscar Wilde.

To some of you, this may have seemed like an insurmountable challenge, but to others, it was a challenge that they were determined to meet. Here are the eminent entries of those intrepid writers, some of the stories are dark, shadowy and tenebrous, guaranteed to send a chill down your spine! 🙂

 

50 Words Thursday #40

 

50 Word Thursday

 

https://debbiewhittam.wordpress.com/2019/10/07/50-word-thursday-40/

 

Revelation

 

https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/2019/10/08/50-word-thursday-40-without-qualms/

 

Deb Whittam, of the blog Twenty Four, who created this challenge originally, has agreed to co-host this challenge with me. I am honoured to hand the baton over to Debbie, who will post this week’s 50 Word Thursday Challenge!

Deb, over to you 🙂

 

I have also included the following word prompts in this post:

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/10/09/insurmountable/

FOWC with Fandango — Chill

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/10/09/rdp-wednesday-tenebrous/

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2019/10/09/your-daily-word-prompt-eminent-october-9-2019/

 

 

 

50 Word Thursday #40 – Without Qualms.

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And the Words: “It is quite true that his life had been very evil, but, upon the other hand, he was most conscientious in all things connected with the supernatural.” – The Canterville Ghost by Oscar Wilde.

 

He materialised in his usual place, within the ruins of the castle that had once been his home. He cast his mind back remembering the splendour of his great hall once lined with red silk tapestries.

Spotting what he’d very much hoped to see, a lingering tourist, who had come unawares that this was one of the most haunted sites in England, he drifted over, slow and steady in his usual manner.

His body had become incorporeal but he retained his sentience and his desire to kill.

It is quite true that his life had been very evil, but, upon the other hand, he was most conscientious in all things connected with the supernatural.

As he reached out to this living creature, hoping to scare him to death, the man turned and stood there, without a qualm, no delicious screams.

“People were so hard to scare nowadays”, he lamented woefully.

[150 Words]

 

This story was written for the 50 Word Thursday challenge, click below if you like to take part:

https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/2019/10/03/50-word-thursday-40/

 

I will be posting all the entries tomorrow evening.

 

I have also included the following word prompts:

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2019/10/08/your-daily-word-prompt-sentience-october-8-2019/

FOWC with Fandango — Cast

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/10/08/qualm/

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/10/08/rdp-tuesday-slow/

 

A Murder Mystery – Epilogue

 

Last year I tried my hand at writing an Agatha Christie-style murder mystery. The main character was Lady Audrey Patterson, who was my ‘Miss Marple’. You can read the start of this particular story here:

https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/2018/07/04/a-new-partnership-a-story-with-some-familiar-faces/

When I wrote the ending (linked below) I always intended to write an epilogue to tie up loose ends. This is the Epilogue.

https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/2018/08/29/everything-stops-for-tea-murder-mystery-grand-finale/

 

Her nephew lay on the cold kitchen floor completely knocked unconscious. Mrs Buscombe, the cook still held the large frying pan in her hand and a look of pure acrimony on her face.

“He was the one that Killed my Elsie! I knew it as soon as he tried to run through here.”

Four tall policemen came into the kitchen followed by her guests still looking confused.

As the police carried her nephew’s unconscious body away, Lord Halifax spoke.

“I Still don’t understand why he killed Claudia? Were they lovers?”

“No, Claudia liked to flirt with the young men, but they didn’t really mean anything to her. I think his motives were more financial than sexual. Charles, you see, liked to borrow money, I think she indulged him, just like I did because he was young and handsome and full of life. I think she decided to stop giving him money, maybe she threatened to tell you about it. That’s what caused him to act, I think.”

“Oh, I see, all her loveliness and vivaciousness snuffed out for mere cash.”

Lady Patterson shook her head, to someone as wealthy as Lord Halifax, he could never understand the desperate lengths some people would go to acquire more money. Unfortunately, her nephew was one of those people to whom morals were less important than the meeting of his own desires.

Continue reading A Murder Mystery – Epilogue

A Frisson from the past – Part one.

Some of you may be aware that I recently took a trip down to Devon and while there visited the home of one of my literary heroes, Agatha Christie. It was such a thrill to see her house and it really felt that she was still there, maybe just popped out to get a pint of milk. Inspired by my trip I wanted to write a story based on one of the minor characters that she’d written. So here is my attempt:IMG_4417.JPG

Miss Felicity Lemon sat at the desk in her study, the morning light streaming through the window, and did what she always did at that point of the day, she made a list. Always methodical, she sat down every morning and made a list of the all the tasks she intended to do. She left out the mundane things, like washing, attending to her hair and breakfast, but listed all the other tasks in a systematic and thorough manner. An early riser, she always wrote her morning correspondence first thing, so that she could ensure her letters went off in the morning post. It was too early for most people to make her necessary telephone calls, people seemed to be quite upset if you rang before 9am.

As she wrote, her eye fell on a silver-framed picture that had pride of place on her desk. It was a picture of her one of her former employers, Monsieur Hercule Poirot. Of all her employers, he had been the most satisfactory. He had a sense of order and method that matched hers, and a sense of decorum that sadly was lacking generally nowadays. Looking back on those days as his secretary, she remembered him fondly. He had been a great man, a private detective and though very famous in his day, now seemed to be almost forgotten. She considered it strange that when the fictional detective, Sherlock Holmes, still loomed large in peoples mind the greatest detective, M. Poirot, had sadly diminished. Lacking any British sense of modesty, he would have vehemently agreed with her view, but despite his ego, he was undoubtedly the best. Not without acrimony, she considered it a shame that he no longer had the fame he so deserved.

She had a frisson of emotion, remembering those times when she had helped her employer solve a gruesome murder. She would never have admitted it to anyone, but underneath her calm and ordered manner, she had enjoyed working on those cases. Each one, like a jigsaw puzzle or a crossword, so impossible at first, but as you slowly slotted things into place, the solution became clear. She’d never murmur the phrase, ‘little grey cells’ but she had used her own methods and often had guided her employer to the right conclusion. Not that he ever really knew she had. She was always discreet. Oh, how she sometimes longed for something like that to happen, just like the old days. Her life had become so humdrum, and while she looked very much like the person who preferred life to be dull, predictable and humdrum, and she would never be one to actively court adventure, she did enjoy it when life brought something to her door.

She finished her last letter, a complaint to the laundry who had taken to using far too much starch on her collars and having stamped and addressed the envelope she stood and walked towards the front door. As she did so, she heard a loud scream come from one of the other apartments, followed by a frantic ringing of her own doorbell.

No English person ever rang a doorbell in that persistent and demanding manner, foreigners often did but only in a state of pure desperation would an English person ever hold down the doorbell for longer than two seconds.

Opening the door, Miss Lemon was surprised to see a young woman standing there, her long brown hair dishevelled and looking quite pale and distraught.

“Oh, please help, there’s been a murder!” the woman said.

To be Continued…..

 

I have included the following word prompts:

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2019/10/06/your-daily-word-prompt-acrimony-october-6-2019/

FOWC with Fandango — Court

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/10/06/frisson/

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/10/06/rdp-sunday-impossible/

 

Twittering Tales – The Serenity that comes before.

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Photo by MarkusmitK@pixabay.com

 

He sat on the railway bridge and felt a moment of serenity.

And smiled as he considered that Life was so full of vapid worthlessness; an entity of nothingness; a rotting fungus living parasitically on time.

He took a deep breath, nothing drastic, then fell under the 8:29 train.

[277 Characters]

 

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

Twittering Tales #155 – 24 September 2019

It was also written for the Tuesday Writing Prompt from the Go Dog Go Cafe, where the word prompt was Serenity:

Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge September 24, 2019

 

I have also incorporated the following word prompts:

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/09/26/drastic/

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2019/09/26/your-daily-word-prompt-entity-september-26-2019/

FOWC with Fandango — Vapid

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/09/26/rdp-thursday-fungus/

 

50 Words Thursday – The Tides of Fate.

This story was written for the 50 Word Thursday Challenge, Click on the link below to take part, the results are posted on Wednesday evening.

https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/2019/09/19/50-word-thursday-38/

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And the Words: “Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul;” – Moby Dick by Herman Melville.

 

 

Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul, I recall those lonely wharves of my youth, where I fell and awoke to the life I now have.

I spent my young days drinking and carousing about the docks. Watching ships but never knowing they would be my destiny.

I was accustomed to those cobblestone streets, the cats that dwelt in alleys ready to take their pick of the catch of fish. I knew those cats well; in many ways, I was one of them.

When I was heavy in drink, I would sleep it off in one of those alleys, the cats would be my company.

One day I awoke to discover the error of my ways. I was in the belly of one of those wooden vessels bound for the open ocean.

It didn’t take me long to discover the nature of those Seadogs who had waylaid me. Lawlessness was in my nature and I recognised my kin in those woebegotten reprobates. I wasn’t going to jeopardise my life by fighting the circumstances I’d found myself in.

I embraced the life and made my debut as a pirate.

[200 Words]

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 24th September 2019.

 

I have also included the following word prompts:

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/09/24/jeopardize/

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2019/09/24/your-daily-word-prompt-accustomed-september-24-2019/

FOWC with Fandango — Debut

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/09/24/rdp-tuesday-error/

 

Twittering Tales: The Legacy

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Photo by Tama66 at Pixabay.com

 

When Grandad died, he left a note and a key.

It said, “In my trunk in the attic is the world greatest treasure.”

They wondered, Is it a load of cash or some arcane knowledge?

When they opened it, inside was only a clock, a subtle message to enjoy life while they can as time flies.

[279 Characters]

 

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

Twittering Tales #154 – 17 September 2019

 

I have also included the following word prompts:

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/09/23/rdp-monday-subtle/

FOWC with Fandango — Cash

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/09/23/knowledge/

 

50 Word Thursday – Missing the Point

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And the words:

“I gasp and jerk my hand back, but it’s too late.” – The Archived – Victoria Schwab

 

The train wove its way through the jungle and native habitat, a popular tourist attraction. The train climbed through the canopy and suddenly there was a breath-taking view across the lush vegetation. I got out my phone and took a picture but it doesn’t do the scenery justice. You just can’t duplicate the beauty of nature. As the train gathered speed back downhill, I decided to try to take a picture of the train itself. I reach out, arm extended and then I gasp and jerk my hand back, but it’s too late. My phone was gone, knocked away by something unseen in the dense jungle. I’d forgotten the fundamental rule of riding on the train, you must never put your head or arm out of the window.

Then I notice the blood streaming from my wrist and feel the excruciating pain as I realise my hand is missing too.

[150 Words]

 

This story was written for the 50 words Thursday challenge, this week hosted by Deb Whittam, click on the link below to see her post and take part in the challenge. The results are posted tomorrow.

https://debbiewhittam.wordpress.com/2019/09/13/50-word-thursday-37/

 

I have also included the following word prompts:

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/09/17/native/

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2019/09/17/your-daily-word-prompt-fundamental-september-17-2019/

FOWC with Fandango — Duplicate

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/09/17/rdp-tuesday-missing/