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

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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/

 

 

 

 

 

 

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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/

Tell the Story – The Windfalls

“What’s in the bundle?” the man asked the ragamuffin as he scampered out of the woods with a red spotted handkerchief held over his shoulder on the end of a pole.

“Nuffin'” said the young scamp.

“Well, if’s it Nothing, then why not let me see?” came the man’s response.

Little Charley had seen men like him before, looking all Ritzy in their fancy clothes, but still with a mind to take from those with less swank. He quickly jumped down and through the man’s open legs and ran off up the street.

“Here, come back.” Cried the man. He tried to give chase but the boy was too fast for him. Who’d have thought that a scrawny boy, with no meat on his bones and less strength than a fly, could move so fast?

Little Charley ran down a muddy alleyway between two cottages, away from the main street. Tucked behind the main row of houses was a wooden hovel. It was where his old grandmother lived. She had been poorly and so he had gone to get her a present.

He ran through the door and plonked himself down on the wooden stool in front of the fire.

In her usual chair in the corner, his old grandmother sat puffing at her tobacco pipe. The air reeked with the pungent smell, but it gave her comfort. She was curmudgeonly old baggage, but he loved her.

“What’s that you got there Charley?” His grandmother asked, coughing and spluttering but taking a puff from her pipe despite her cough.

“It’s a present for you, Gran. It’s some of the last windfall apples. I thought they would make you feel better.”

“Ah, you’re a good boy, Charley. A good boy.”

 

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

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/02/08/rdp-friday-baggage/

FOWC with Fandango — Ritzy

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

 

I was tagged in this Tell the Story Challenge by BereavedSingleDad, see the post below:

Tell the Story Challenge

Thank you for tagging me, I do enjoy these challenges.

 

So here is a picture for anyone who would like to have a go at this Tell the Story Challenge: Write a story or poem based on this:

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So this is open to anyone who reads this, likes the picture and wants to have a go. Have fun. 🙂

 

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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Tell the Story Challenge – A Clandestine Puzzlement.

Teresa, The Haunted Wordsmith has tagged me in the following Tell the Story Challenge:

https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2019/02/06/a-short-life/

Here is the Picture:

 

By the clandestine light of a single candle, Elizabeth Darwell opened her journal to write about the events of the day. Sir Percy, an admirable catch, had asked her father for her hand. Her heart fluttered as she considered her future as his wife. He was a man of great status and wealth and she a squire’s daughter, far beneath him, but he had been captured, so he’d said, by her demure beauty and innocence.

Just then, she heard a noise and looked up in puzzlement.

Her beloved was sneaking stealthily into her room. A look of undisguised lust marred his face as He held a half drunk bottle of brandy in his right hand and wiped his mouth with his left.

It seemed he now yearned to destroy the very innocence that had endeared him to her.

It was clear, he wanted a downpayment on their marriage contract and this was something she could not countenance. She had heard of many a noble gentleman who, after taking such liberties had decided that the lady did not meet with their expectations and called off the marriage altogether. When the lady was so much lower in status, it was her reputation that was irreparably besmirched not his.

Desperate not to end up in that fate, she jumped up and ramed the candle into his face and kicked him hard between the legs, where rumour had it a mans greatest weakness lay.

He screamed in agony and collapsed to the floor writhing in pain.

Carefully she went through his pockets and removed any objects of value. A gold watch, a fine leather wallet filled with silver and gold coins and an ornate snuff box.

She would need all those valuables now she had forsaken one fate for another. That of a highwaywoman.

The End

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 06/February/2019

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2019/02/06/your-daily-word-prompt-puzzlement-february-6-2019/

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2019/02/04/your-daily-word-prompt-clandestine-february-4-2019/

 

I hoped you liked the story, I based it on the fact that the picture reminded me of a Jane Austen novel, so I tried to imitate that style, with, of course, a twist.

So Now, I shall choose a picture and if anyone reading this would like to take up the challenge a write a story about it, please be my guest. 🙂

 

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 To clarify, I nominate YOU, if you’d like to. 

Have fun.

 

Tell the Story – The Magic had Gone.

SanaH of the blog Pause for Nature has tagged me in this Tell the Story picture challenge, which I believe was created initially by The Eclectic Contrarian.

Thank you SanaH. See her post here:

https://apausefornature.wordpress.com/2019/02/05/tell-the-story-challenge-the-picture-of-life/comment-page-1/#comment-1337

 

The Megaphone blasted out tinny tunes and the occasional announcement about children who had become detached from their parents. Even when not being used, the megaphones emitted an annoying hum. It was a disappointment, to say the least.

They had saved up a lot of money to take the trip across the country, across several states, in order to treat their little daughter to a taste of fantasy and a world of possibilities.

They came across a building covered in fake greenery and labelled ‘Snow White Cottage‘.

You could clearly see the overwrite. Underneath the words ‘Boiler room’ could still be seen.

Fairyland was not the way she’d remembered it when her parents had taken her their twenty years before.

The Magic had gone.

 

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 05/February/2019

FOWC with Fandango — Megaphone

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2019/02/05/your-daily-word-prompt-overwrite-february-5-2019/

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/02/05/possibilities/

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/02/05/rdp-tuesday-hum/

 

Thank you SanaH, for nominating me for this challenge.

So who shall I nominate?

Melanie B Cee of Sparks from a combustible Mind,

https://sparksfromacombustiblemind.com/2019/02/04/things/

Belle of Wandering Belle

Vicious

and

Rugby843 of the blog Bag Lady.

MLMM Sunday Writing Prompt-Its all in the title

As always these nominations come with a built-in get out clause. If you don’t fancy taking part, then that’s fine. It’s all just a bit of fun, no pressure.

So here is the picture I am challenging you with:

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Have fun. 🙂

Tell the Story – Our Local Hero.

People

Ok. So it may not be what comes to mind for you when I mention a Multiple Person Transport Vehicle, but believe me, after going to the effort of walking from the Villages into the nearest town for work, you are grateful for anything.

This vehicle was integral to the life of several villages. The Man who drove it was a local hero.

A few times a year he would also take groups of people on day trips, he never took anything for these journeys. He would accept nothing but our smiles and our gratitude.

Heroes don’t have to have special powers, to be able to fly or climb tall buildings. They just have to make a difference, to make people’s lives a bit better. Like he did.


 

This story was written for a Tell The Story challenge that Mel of Crushed Caramel, Tagged me in.

https://crushedcaramel.wordpress.com/2019/02/02/partys-over-senorita/

Thank you, Mel 🙂

I wanted to write something to match the picture that would also be an uplifting story. I hope I have done that.

I would like to nominate

A Guy Called Bloke

Random Quotes 224#

And ANYONE Else who’d like to take part.

 

Here is the picture:

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Have Fun.

 

FOWC with Fandango — Anything

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

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/02/02/integral/

 

 

 

Tell the Story – A Bedtime Fairy Tale.

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“I’m telling you, he’s only got one!” Jack shouted at the crowd in the bar.

None of them believed he had climbed up that beanstalk. None of them believed that it lead to a world in the clouds.

“I tell you I’ve been to it’s very top, Its Zenith.” Jack protested.

“Yeah, Yeah, I supposed you sneaked up on this giant like a commando, all covered in camouflage. You’re just so full of it, Jack. It’s one tall tale after another with you.”

Just then there came an almighty roar. The ground shook. Glasses and bottles fell off the bar and smashed on the floor.

Outside the beanstalk swayed side to side and from above a sound emerged from the clouds.

“Fee, Fi, Fo, Fum….” It boomed out.

Then through the clouds peered a giant head.

“Cor, He’s right an’all” shouted Tom, the Pipers son. “He’s only got one!”

They all stared up at the giant as he started climbing down the beanstalk.

Having only one eye, the giant’s depth perception wasn’t all that great and so he missed his footing and fell to the ground killing himself and several gawking onlookers into the bargain.

It’s not something you see every day, not unless you had too many drinks at the bar.

Which of course, they’d had. Which was why no one remembered a thing the next day.

The End

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 01/February/2019

 

This story was written in response to a picture challenge from Rory, A Guy Called bloke:

Tell The Story … Something, Somewhere!

The ‘Tell the Story’ Challenge was created by:

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

 

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/01/31/rdp-thursday-camouflage/

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/01/31/zenith/

 

I would like to thank Rory for tagging me in this challenge. I would like to tag the following people:

Cyranny of Cyranny’s Cove

Weak in the knees… – Song inspired haiku challenge

Laura Venturini of Lauravent69

A Completely Frozen Chicago Looks Like Something Straight Out Of ‘Game Of Thrones’ Right Now

and

Becky

~*~ To Be A Kid ~*~ (Poetry)

Now, if you don’t want to take part, then that is absolutely fine, but if you do, here is the photo for you.

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Guidelines … Create your own Tell The Story around the image above, then select three bloggers of your own and add your own image to complete the tag. All you need do is create a tale, story or poem.

Have Fun.

 

Tell The Story – A Modern High Noon

Photo credit: William Webb

Sadje of the Blog, Keep it Alive, has tagged me in the challenge. She has chosen this great picture for me. I am going to change things slightly. Rather than a story, I have written a poem instead.

Thank you for Tagging me. 🙂

Here is Sadje’s Post:

Tell The Story Challenge # 7

And here is my poem:

A Modern High Noon

 

The Sun was up at its Zenith,

That means it was high noon,

And in front of her stood Kenneth,

And to her right was Mr Muldoon.

 

It was like a scene from a picture,

The gunfight at the OK Corral,

But you hadn’t seen a stranger depicture,

Though it did wonders for her broken morale.

 

It appeared to be a Mexican standoff,

Though all was not quite what it seems,

She knew something the others couldn’t think of.

Well, after all, it was all part of her dreams.

 

Only her two pistols were loaded,

And she shot her ex-husband stone dead.

Then walked off with Muldoon, her Lawyer.

Who she’d rather have married instead.

 

And though dreams were far from reality,

It put a smile on her face for a week.

But it almost damaged impartiality,

When she pinched her lawyers left cheek.

 

With renewed confidence and vigour

The divorce case was settled quite soon.

For there’s nothing quite like the rigour,

That comes with a dream of High Noon.

 

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 31/January/2019

 

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/01/31/zenith/

 

So I hope you enjoyed my attempt at a humorous, narrative poem.

 

So who shall I choose to pass the challenge on to?

How about,

Laura M Bailey

https://alltheshoesiwear.wordpress.com/2019/01/30/the-things-we-do-for-love-valentine-gift-ideas/

Hinoeuma (Victoria) of Cosmic Observation

https://cosmicobservation.wordpress.com/2019/01/29/tune-tuesday-january-29-1944/

The Rendezvous Club/ Thought for Change.

https://thinkingclearly2018.wordpress.com/2019/01/30/dear-spring/

 

Here is a picture to inspire you:

 

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Have Fun 🙂

Tell the Story 3 – The Young Beachcombers.

Teresa, The Haunted Wordsmith has tagged me in another Tell the Story challenge. I enjoy these challenges and this is my third today! See the post here:

https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2019/01/24/why-again/comment-page-1/#comment-10112

 

This is the rather eclectic picture:

Suzie and her brother lived in a hut by the sea.

If the evening was clear, they would walk along the beach gathering driftwood and pebbles and anything that had been washed up that caught their fancy.

It was a lonely part of the country and their Grandfather who cared for them didn’t worry much, they were good children and never wandered far.

Well, Suzie was good, but Peter could be quite naughty at times. He used to like picking up the small crabs that scuttled along the beach and tossing them as far as he could into the sea.

Suzie would tell him off.

“Don’t do that to the poor crabs! How would you like it if some giant crab came along, picked you up and threw you into the sea?”

“OH, give over Suzie, that’s not going to happen!” Peter would shout back.

At certain times of the year, the beach would be covered with tiny lumps of jelly. They were immature young jellyfish.

Peter enjoyed picking up lots of the small jellyfish in his bucket. He would then grab handfuls and throw them into the sea.

Suzie would again chastise her brother.

“Peter! How would you like it if a giant Jellyfish came along and picked you up and threw you into the sea?”

Peter again would laugh back “Oh, Suzie, as if that would ever happen!”

Then one moonlit night, when they had wandered further away from their Grandfathers hut than usual, something surprising appeared hovering above the sea, far off on the horizon.

Suzie and Peter stood hand in hand and watched as a giant Jellyfish floated up.

Suzie looked at Peter and said, “See, I told you!”

The Jellyfish spoke to Peter in a hauntingly eerie voice.

“Are you the young man who has been throwing my grandchildren into the sea?”

Peter stood aghast and swallowed and nodded, for he was an honest boy who didn’t lie, even to Giant Jellyfish.

“Well, I wish to thank you, my friend. Thanks to you, many more of my grandchildren have survived to grow into adulthood. My species was dying out, but now thanks to your kindness we are thriving again.”

A large wave suddenly came in from the sea, bringing with it a small casket that washed up on the beach at Peter’s feet.

The Jellyfish spoke again, “Here are some gold coins from an old shipwreck at the bottom of the sea. This is a token of my gratitude to you. Goodbye, my friend.”

As the Giant Jellyfish drifted away, Peter couldn’t help giving his sister a smug look.

The End

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 24/January/2019

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/01/24/haunting/

 

Who will I tag?

Earning Trust — Friday Fictioneers

https://theresaly520.wordpress.com/2019/01/23/sunshine-blogger-4-from-keep-it-alive/

https://apausefornature.wordpress.com/2019/01/24/flower-of-the-day-salvia/

Please do not feel obliged to take part if it’s not something you are interested in taking part in. However, if you like to have a go, here is a picture for you:

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Have Fun. 🙂