Multiple Word Prompt Story – The Strange Inheritance

I am reposting this Halloween story that I wrote back in 2018. Please let me know if you find it scary… 🙂

This Story is inspired by the following word prompts:

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2020/10/18/recovery/

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2020/10/18/rdp-sunday-promises/

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2018/09/01/ubiquitous/

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2018/09/01/rdp-saturday-robot/

https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2018/09/01/three-things-challenge-01-sept-2018/

Today’s things are: poison, noose, inheritance 

The Strange Inheritance

It was an old cliché and they couldn’t quite believe their ears.

Aunt Elizabeth leaned forward and looked rather flustered as she asked the family solicitor to repeat himself.

“Yes, Madam. The terms of your Brother’s Will are quite clear. He has left each of you one hundred thousand pounds sterling if you spend the weekend in his old mansion by the lake” Said Mr McAllister in his emotionless voice, rather like a robot. Nothing seemed to surprise him, even the terms of one of his most eccentric clients. Old Joshua Van De Gaard was a miserly old skinflint but he had inherited a fortune and through wise investments and extreme parsimony had managed to double it before he died at the ripe old age of Ninety. He had left behind a spinster sister and a great-nephew and niece, James and Jennifer Coombes. The Inheritance was a large one, but the terms were clear. None of them will inherit a penny if they do not comply with Mr Van De Gaard’s terms.

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The Passing – A short story.

This story was inspired by the following challenges:

This Too Shall Pass | Daily Inkling

https://lightmotifs.wordpress.com/2019/02/22/three-things-challenge-pl9/

Today’s prompt: hammock, whistle, robot

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

FOWC with Fandango — Theory

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

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The world had become totally unbearable.

Gradually he had had to watch as every tree and plant withered and died in the polluted air.

Elder statesmen and wise patricians had been overthrown by despots and crackpots hell-bent on world domination. What little of the world that was left.

The workers who had toiled in the factories or the fields had been replaced gradually robot by robot until all that was left were robots. He missed the factory, the whistle and hum of the machinery, but they had long ceased to need his labour.

A part of him was still itching to take part in another protest, another attempt to fight back against the evil forces that had swept the world he’d loved away.

He watched as the sea, that had once been three miles away, now lapped at the edges of his smallholding. The rising sea levels now made his home an island.

He had a theory that time was circular, and that once the world ended, it would begin again, anew and afresh.

He laid back in his hammock, held up by monstrous concrete reproductions of palm trees, and waited for the end. “This too shall pass” were his final thoughts.

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Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 23/February/2019