50 Word Thursday #31- 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/2019/08/01/50-word-thursday-challenge-31/

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 here are the words:

“If you dare nothing, then when the day is over, nothing is all you will have gained.”
― Neil Gaiman, The Graveyard Book

It has been another great week for entries, I’d encourage you to read all the short stories that are linked below, some are truly surreal and others quite enigmatic 😉

 

the cursed of the white house

https://brazycitch1981.wordpress.com/2019/08/01/a-last-request/

THE CEMETERY

https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2019/08/01/progress-halted/

https://padresramblings.wordpress.com/2019/08/01/down-town/

The Project

https://jengoldie493473930.wordpress.com/2019/08/01/i-dont-think-so-for-50-word-thursday-31-graveyard-tales-of-the-mind-of-christian-aug-1-2019/

50 Words Thursday # 31 – The graveyard of grave stones

Living to Die – 50 Word Thursday (Challenge)

https://debbiewhittam.wordpress.com/2019/08/05/50-word-thursday-31/

https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/2019/08/07/50-word-thursday-the-hidden-gem/

 

What a fantastic compendia of short stories.

I have been alternating hosting this challenge with Teresa, The Haunted Wordsmith, but due to the disgusting harvesting of our work without asking for permission by TYGPRESS, Teresa announced she was quitting WordPress. I am so sorry to see her go because she is a fantastic blogger and writer and has been very supportive of a good many people. I hope she has changed her mind and will continue to blog and co-host this challenge. Never fear, one way or another there will be another 50 Word Thursday prompt posted tomorrow at some point, and it does appear that TYGPRESS has been deactivated too.

 

I have also included the following word prompts:

FOWC with Fandango — Surreal

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/08/07/rdp-wednesday-fear/

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2019/08/07/your-daily-word-prompt-enigmatic-august-7-2019/

 

 

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The Mystery Blogger Award Nomination

Mystery

I am cock-a-hoop and over the moon to have been nominated for this award by my great blogging pal and current collaborator, Beckie of Beckie’s Mental Mess.

Check out her post here:

The Mystery Blogger Award

Also, we have recently collaborated on two poems,

  1. In Search of Happiness:

https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/2019/07/21/in-search-of-happiness-a-collaborative-poem-by-beckie-of-beckies-mental-mess-and-kristian-of-tales-from-the-mind-of-kristian/

and

2. The Creation (about the Creative writing process)

A Collaboration By Beckie of “Beckie’s Mental Mess” and Kristian of “Tales From The Mind of Kristian” ~ The Creation ~ The Final Piece

 

Now, what’s the Mystery Blogger Award?

“It’s an award for amazing bloggers with ingenious posts. Their blog not only captivates; it inspires and motivates. They are one of the best out there, and they deserve every recognition they get. This award is also for bloggers who find fun and inspiration in blogging, and they do it with so much love and passion.”

OKOTO ENIGMA

Rules:

  1. Put the award logo/image on your blog
  2. List the rules
  3. Thank whoever nominated you and provide a link to their blog
  4. Mention the creator of the award and provide a link as well
  5. Answer the 5 questions you were asked
  6. Tell your readers 3 things about yourself
  7. You have to nominate 10 – 20 people
  8. Notify your nominees by commenting on their blog
  9. Ask your nominees any 5 questions of your choice; with one weird or funny question
  10. Share a link to your best post(s). (I’ve linked to the two posts I have worked with Beckie on above, and I’m really proud of the results)

 

Three Things About Me:

  1. I work for the National Health Service as a Data Analyst and I have never worked with so many truly dedicated people before (no insult intended to any previous work colleagues).
  2. I love writing and I’ll keep doing it, regardless of whether the results are any good or not.
  3. I have been blogging now since March 2018 and while I don’t have as much time to blog since starting my new job, I am still loving the process and I have nearly 1000 followers, which I am really excited about! Thank you to all of the people who have decided to follow me, and to all my regular readers, you keep me going (and kept me going last year when I was going through some dark times).

My Five Questions from Beckie:

  1. If you were to have one wish come true, what would it be? Hmm, It would probably be to get some kind of major recognition of my writing, a publishing contract for my stories or poems, that would be really lovely.
  2. What is the least favourite thing about yourself that you wish you could change? – My constant anxiety, I wish I stopped worrying about things and just lived!
  3. What was the last funniest thing to happen to you? – I’ve probably told this story before, but I once nearly got arrested for dancing in a car park. I had been to visit my cousin who teaches Latin and Ballroom dancing, and she’d taught me a few steps, then I went to visit my Aunt for tea, and she’d just popped out, so while I was waiting, I decided to practice my dance steps. It was broad daylight and I wasn’t drunk or anything. It seemed to make perfect sense to me. Anyway, my Aunt returned and we had a nice cup of tea. meanwhile a police car, lights blazing, pulled into the car park, blocked my car in and began searching the area. Apparently, a neighbour had seen me and reported that there was a lunatic in the area! I remain at large 😉 
  4. What was your favourite subject in school? –  I enjoyed Geology and History. A lot depended on the teacher. If I got on well with them, then I enjoyed learning, if not, then it was torture. 
  5. Weird/Strange Question… If you could have dinner with anybody (Dead or Alive) who would that be, and what would you like to ask them? – There are so many people. I’d love to have dinner with our Current Queen because she is such an interesting and intelligent person, I’d love to find out what she really thinks about things. I’d also love to chat with lots of dearly departed. Film stars, like Margaret Lockwood, Margaret Rutherford and Greer Garson (and if you’ve heard of them, I’m impressed!). 

 

My Questions for my nominees:

  1. Did you have any childhood goals and have you achieved them?
  2. What is something you have always wanted to do but never have?
  3. What is something you are proud of?
  4. What is your favourite film/movie?
  5. Because I loved Beckie’s question so much, I’m going to copy hers. Weird/Strange Question… If you could have dinner with anybody (Dead or Alive) who would that be, and what would you like to ask them?

 

So this is the bit I find so hard because there are so many bloggers I admire, Beckie’s already nominated a lot of them, also there are a lot of great bloggers who do not accept awards, and I worry that if I nominate them, they’ll get annoyed at me. This fills me with a great deal of anxiety. I am going to pick some lovely bloggers who have been very supportive of me, and hope they will forgive me if they do not do these things.

 

https://thesunshineartist.com/2019/07/31/fan-fiction-a-witchs-coming-of-age/

https://paeansunpluggedblog.wordpress.com/2019/08/01/bittersweet/

Poblano Strips with Cream – Rajas con Crema

Someone, anyone?

https://sparksfromacombustiblemind.com/2019/07/31/screaming-aloud/

https://lifelessonsaroundthedinnertable.wordpress.com/2019/07/31/wordless-wednesday-33-wine-sunsets/

https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2019/08/01/a-spark-of-creativity-1/

Opinions

https://stoneronarollercoaster.wordpress.com/2019/07/27/cleaning-makes-me-rich/

https://thinkingclearly2018.wordpress.com/2019/07/31/it-starts-with-an-a/

https://apausefornature.wordpress.com/2019/07/16/flower-of-the-day-35/

https://stubaby777.wordpress.com/2019/07/31/my-post-picks-for-july-2019/

 

This is the tip of the iceberg of those wonderful bloggers who deserve this award.

There is absolutely no obligation to do this, I know they are time-consuming, but just a bit THANK YOU from me.

 

 

50 Word Thursday – Wet Knees

Image by janrye from Pixabay

 

He sat on the bench and meditated

His life was rather complicated

It sometimes felt he wasn’t understood,

The world seemed to say to him

“I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.”

And now he felt the tides of life

Rising up through pain and strife,

He sat and prayed to gain relief

somehow it failed to ease his grief,

The heavens opened, the rain fell hard

A cascade of water, a hail bombard.

The waters rose around him high

Falling from the ashen sky

And there he sat, beneath the trees,

Languishing, lonely, with wet knees.

 

This poem was belatedly written for the 50 Word Thusday Challenge, this week hosted by Teresa, the Haunted Word smith:

https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2019/07/24/50-word-thursday-30/

The Island Getaway ~ FTS 2019 #14

I have been tagged by Sadje of Keep it Alive blog, in this Finish the Story Challenge,

Click here to read her post:

Finish The Story #14- 2019

Teresa, The Haunted Wordsmith began this story:

As soon as Liam read the advertisement, he knew the place was for him. Three-story newly renovated home on a private island in the middle of Hidden Hollow Lake. Owner motivated to sell.

“I will have it!” He scanned the ad for a contact number and phoned it immediately. To his surprise, the agent said the house was his as soon as she answered the phone. “What do you mean the house is mine? I haven’t even made an offer yet.”

She laughed. “Mr Owens, I have been instructed to sell the home to the first person who called, and today is your lucky day. I can meet you on the pier in an hour with your keys.”

“Oh… okay… yeah! Today really is my lucky day, isn’t it?”

Liam rushed around his tiny apartment, threw a few items into a backpack, and caught the train to the pier. Halfway expecting this to be a scam, he was gobsmacked when a professional-looking woman approached him, smiling.

“Mr Owens, I presume?”

“Um, yeah, that’s me.”

“Good. Sign here, please, and I can release your keys to you.”

His hand shook with anticipation as he scratched his name on the form.

“And here are your keys. That man will take you to the island,” she said, pointing to a man in a small rowboat. “Thank you for your business.”

He watched as she walked toward the parking lot and disappeared into the crowd. “How’d she know my name?”

“You ready?” the boatman called.

“Oh, yeah. Sorry.” He climbed into the rowboat and took in the beautiful scenery before him, forgetting all about the sales agent. “This is really pretty, isn’t it?”

The man didn’t respond.

“Ok.” Liam sat in silence until the island came into view. It looked exactly as it had in the advertisement. He rubbed his eyes and pinched himself, convinced it was a dream.

“Get out here,” the boatman said, sternly as they reached the shore.

“Well, thanks, I guess.” Liam stepped out into knee-deep water and shivered as it soaked his pants. “How do I get back?” he asked as the boatman pushed away from the shore.

“There’s a flare in the house should you need it,” he called back, shaking his head.

Liam turned around and saw …

Li at Tao Talk’s part2 :

Finish the Story 2019 #14 — The Island Getaway

… a school of sharks swimming straight towards him! As a marine biologist, Liam knew it was unheard of for sharks to swim in a freshwater lake, even though he also knew a small canal connected Hidden Hollow Lake to the Atlantic at certain times of the year. Snapping his focus back to survival, his next thought was to run the 50 yards of knee-deep water before they nabbed him.

As Liam ran 10k every morning, it was no problem outpacing his sea-hunters – or so he thought. Even as his fleet feet touched dry sand he felt snapping jaws latch onto the sole of his shoe. Turning around, he saw a 2-foot tiger struggling to get a better grip on the rubber. Liam was blessed to see a piece of driftwood at hand. He grabbed it and beat the small shark on the head until it let loose and flip-flopped and rolled back into the water.

Unfortunately, in his desperate run for his life, Liam had let go of his backpack. Even now he could see it bobbing farther away from shore. He thought of risking it and going back out, but he could see shark fins circling the pack. His wallet, phone, snacks, a few books, and a couple of changes of clothing were in there. His pockets were empty except for his trusty Swiss Army knife.

The boatman had said something about a flare if he needed it. What kind of place was this?

Liam took a deep breath and looked around. The house of his dreams was another 50 yards. As he got nearer, he saw that the curtains to the windows were open, as was the front door. Curiosity getting the better of him, he ran the final yards. Stepping onto the porch, he heard voices talking inside. Imagine his surprise when….

Paula at Light Motifs’ part:

https://lightmotifs.wordpress.com/2019/07/24/the-island-getaway-fts-2019-14/

….he found a bunch of people sprawled over sofas with laptops, iPads, and papers they periodically wadded up in disgust and flung in the corner.

“My agent was right!” moaned one woman. “This is all crap! Every word. I should have become a veterinarian instead.”

Oh no. Liam shrank back in horror. It was too awful to consider. Noooo!

A man stood up. “My poetry is top shelf. If these idiots can’t see that it’s because they’re sheep who want Hallmark card pap. But after I’m dead for another hundred years, well, then they’ll wish they’d appreciated me more.”

Liam’s heart raced with renewed terror. He’d been duped into buying the Ghost Writers’ Grievance Hotel! He’d have to take his chances with the sharks.

“Hey!” The ghost poet pointed at Liam. “Aren’t you that famous publisher’s kid?”

“Me?” Liam’s voice cracked.

The ghostwriters started to float over to the doorway.

“It is him!”

“I saw his photo in the news with Mark Manson.”

“That blogger guy? That’s not real writing.”

“Yes, it is. My friend made thousands on her mommy blog and it was very funny too. Then they turned it into a book!”

“Ridiculous! I’m talking about timeless classics.”

Liam desperately searched for a way to escape these lunatics. But they were all around him now, yapping and jabbering. It was his worst fear.

And then one of them…

Here’s Di’s Part:

https://pensitivity101.wordpress.com/2019/07/25/the-island-getaway-fts-2019-14/

…… put a ghostly arm around his shoulders and began to merge himself with his body.
‘Get out of me!‘ Liam shouted pulling at his clothes. ‘How dare you invade my personal space without so much as a by your leave!’
‘Sorry,’ the entity smirked. ‘Just wanted to touch base with the living and get some new ideas.’
‘Well sod off! My ideas are mine and I’ll do with them as I wish to thank you very much!’
With that, he turned on his heel and stalked outside to the echoes of their laughter.

Sprawled on the sand he watched the sharks nibbling at his backpack offshore.
No chance of retrieving that then. He was thirsty and hungry, but to eat he had to face them again.
What on earth was he going to do? Could he welch on the deal? After all, no money had actually changed hands, but the place was perfect for inspiration and he had been toying with the idea of writing a novel.
‘Touch base with the living’
‘New ideas’
sifted through his head and a plan began to form…………….

Here is Sadje’s addition:

………Liam picked himself up from the beach and assuming a nonchalant attitude walked back to the house. As he entered it he heard mock clapping from a few of the ghosts. Ignoring them he came to center of the living room and said loudly.  “I am offering a deal to anyone who is brave enough to take it” there was a hush in the room. Then the poet who had tried to co-occupy his body asked him what was it that he was offering. Liam cleared his throat for theatrical effect and said,  “I am offering a collaboration. If you can give me new ideas for my book I will acknowledge your contributions in the book. That way you will achieve the fame you wanted in life, posthumously!”

The room was filled with babbling voices of all the writers and poets. They were excited and intrigued. Liam congratulated himself on his clever idea and went towards the kitchen to get something to eat, leaving them arguing the merits of a collaboration.

As he made himself some coffee and a big sandwich, Liam sensed a presence behind him. The poet and a few other ghosts were there and one of them spoke up “We are happy to take your deal. But we have a condition ……….

Now my addition:

A chill ran down his spine as he felt one of the ghostly forms touch his shoulder.

“What is your condition?” he asked trepidatiously.

The poet grinned, flashing a gap-toothed smile.

“You have to stay here with us on this Island, forever.”

Liam had somehow suspected their request and was willing to go along with it if it will help him realise his dream to become a successful published author. He had no plan to actually keep his word, however. His agile mind went over the idea, what he would gain by it.

“OK, I agree,” Liam said.

The crowd of ghosts cheered so loudly, Liam had to raise his voice to be heard over their din.

“Right, now you need to help me prepare a plotline.”

He had to admit that these literary ghosts had a talent that he could only dream of. The story they collaborated on, was one of the most original, exciting and insightful tales he had ever heard.

However, he had one major problem now……

 

Right then, who shall I tag?

How about Fandango? Fancy having a go?

FOWC with Fandango — Touch

 

 

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/07/26/rdp-friday-prepare/

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/07/26/agile/

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2019/07/26/your-daily-word-prompt-raise-july-26-2019/

 

 

 

 

 

 

Finish the Story — The Future Is Down Part The Fourth

Teresa, over at The Haunted Wordsmith first tagged Fandango to carry on her latest Finish the Storyprompt. Teresa starts it out, then tags another blogger, in this case Fandango, to add the next part. I will tag someone else to continue the story and so on and so on.

Fandango at This, That, and The Other has tagged Li at Tao Talk to write the next chapter in this Finish the Story Tale:  The Future is Down.

Then Li tagged me!

Finish the Story — The Future Is Down

Here is Teresa’s Part 1 of “The Future Is Down”:

For fifty generations, the people of Haven have lived in the sky. Floating without a care in the world in balloons and ships passed down from father to son and mother to daughter. Everything a person would ever need in their balloons was provided to them. The sky lord saw to that. The people were happy and the sky lord was happy. But, even in a perfect life, there is born in every generation one person who is not content. Ivan was this generation’s adventurer.

When other kids passed their day playing cards or making up stories with their family, Ivan stared below his balloon and wondered. He wondered what was below the clouds. Was it a world filled with giant monsters that could gobble him in a single bite? Or, was it a world filled with tiny fairies that fluttered around towering trees just waiting for him to come play?

The more he looked, the more he wondered. And the more he wondered, the more he dreamed. Dreamed of leaving the sky.

And that is exactly what he did on his thirteenth birthday after receiving his very own balloon.

“Goodbye,” he shouted, waving as he slowly deflated his balloon. “I love you all, but have to find out. I’ll write when I can!”

As his balloon inched its way down toward the unknown, Ivan’s heart raced with excitement. “I wonder what I’ll see first.”

Ivan didn’t have long to wait, for as soon as he was in a cloud bank, he saw…

And here is Fandango’s part 2:

…a huge, noisy, metallic, cylindrical tube zoom right by him, causing his balloon to start shaking and shimmering in the strange object’s wake. “Oh sky lord,” he screamed, as he tried desperately to regain control of his balloon. “What the Haven was that?”

“That was an airplane,” a voice said. Ivan turned to see that a strange looking animal of some sort had landed on the rim of his balloon’s basket. It was covered in colorful feathers and it had long, feather-covered arms that flapped up and down in a rhythmic motion. It had small, beady eyes and a pointy, hard looking mouth. And when it spoke to Ivan, it was in more of a squawk than a voice.

“What in the sky lord’s name are you?” Ivan asked the creature. “And what was that thing you call an airplane that almost knocked my balloon out of the sky?”

“I’ve heard of beings like you who live in balloons far above the clouds,” squawked the feathered creature, “but I thought it was just an ancient myth.”

“I’m as real as you are, whatever it is that you are,” Ivan said.

“I am Hawkeye,” the creature said, “and I am what the surface beings call a bird.”

“The surface beings?” Ivan said. “Tell me more, Hawkeye.”

Here is Li’s part 3:


Hawkeye started scouring the balloon’s basket, then gurgled, “First, I gotta know, what is it that you sky people eat anyway? You don’t have access to the ground to grow things in, and I know you don’t eat air!”

Ivan had no idea what “ground” was. “We have baskets that collect cloud water and our food grows in them. Is ‘ground’ a kind of container?”

“Oh boy, you got a lot to learn, Ivan. I’ll be happy to show you, but right now I’m ravenous. Got any of that food with you?”

Ivan walked over to a covered area and pulled back the woven mat. There was a large woven, water-tight basket filled with water – and living things. Hawkeye saw various-colored fish, several kinds of swimming insects, as well as seaweed in the water and watercress on top. “Right here. What are you hungry for, Hawkeye?”

Hawkeye spied a school of large green minnows. Lifting one leg, he pointed at them. Ivan grabbed his net and one in smooth motion netted a minnow. “Here ya go!”

As Ivan was an expert minnow-catcher, Hawkeye was an expert minnow-eater, so the minnow was airborne for a heartbeat then straight down into the multi-colored raven’s gullet with nary a swallow. “And I thought I was going to be teaching you things!,” squawked Hawkeye, then hiccuped.

As all of this was transpiring between air boy and earth raven, the balloon was descending further towards land. Thankfully it was early morning and so air traffic was light. Clear of the clouds now, a panorama of the unfamiliar was laid out before Ivan. Every new thing he saw he pointed at and asked for an explanation. Hawkeye, who had a limited attention span, soon grew weary of answering the questions.

“Ivan, my good buddy, I think it is time to show you what ‘ground’ is. I don’t know how well you can steer this thing, but can you take it over there?” Hawkeye pointed one of his toes towards a vast park-like area with plenty of open space and plenty of trees along the edge of it.

“Then what?”

“Then you land!”

“What’s land?”

“It’s where the ground is. Just go there and as we get closer and I’ll tell you what to do.”

 

And here is my Part Four:

As the green space came closer, Ivan was surprised that unlike clouds that became fainter the nearer you got, this stuff appeared more solid. In the distance was a large pale blue splodge on the landscape.”

“What’s that over in the distance?” Ivan asked.

“Oh, that’s Lake Superior. That’s wet stuff. Don’t land there, land on the green stuff instead.”

As they descended Hawkeye shouted “Prepare yourself,” but Ivan was anything but prepared as his balloon basket crashed into something green that sprayed brown stuff into the air.

“Now THAT’s the ground,” said Hawkeye.

“Is it always so hard?” asked Ivan.

“usually, although sometimes you hit wet stuff and sometimes the wet stuff seeps into the ground and that makes it soggy and squishy. They call that Marsh or swamp. Stick to the hard stuff, there are a lot fewer alligators ” Hawkeye explained helpfully.

“So now what?” asked Ivan.

“Well, let’s go for a hike, you can walk on the ground and I’ll fly.”

As they walked on the ground, Ivan was just amazed at seeing the trees towering above him and the sold feel of this ground beneath his feet. He was so in awe that he failed to see someone sitting under a tree and staring up at the sky. Ivan fell over this sky gazers legs and discovered again just how hard the ground was.

“Oh, I’m terribly sorry. Are you OK?” said the person with the long legs.

Ivan picked himself up and dusted himself down.

“No, it was all my fault, I wasn’t watching where I was going, I was staring at the trees.”

“Really? I was staring up at the clouds aren’t they amazing? They always make me think of Wordsworth. ‘I wandered lonely as a cloud that floats o’er vale and hill'”

“That’s very poetic I’m sure, though hardly original, and I know for a fact that clouds are never lonely,” Ivan responded.

Then Hawkeye came swooping over “Oh, I see you’ve met one of them ‘humans’, then. I wouldn’t linger talking to one of them. They’re not very nice, you know?”

………….. End of Part Four……….

 

So who shall I pass the baton on to?

How about Rory of the blog A Guy Called Bloke, he always shakes things up a bit!

Borrow the Lyrics Challenge

 

I have also included the following word prompts:

FOWC with Fandango — Poetic

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/07/12/original/

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/07/12/rdp-friday-hike/

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2019/07/12/your-daily-word-prompt-superior-july-12-2019/

 

 

 

 

50 Word Thursday #28 – Wild Inspiration

 

Image by Bellinon from Pixabay

 

As the solitary creature blinked at him from the semi-darkness at the bottom of the garden, he realised that it was alive and not a statue, an ornament or some strange gnome.

In the ephemeral, intransigent moonlight, the animal let out an eerie wail and then scampered away, disappearing behind the compost heap.

He wasn’t sure what type of animal it was but it looked feral and a bit wild.

This moment of tension, this garden encounter was enough to clear his writer’s block and inspire him to start writing a story. “Let the Wild rumpus start,” said Maurice Sendak.

[100 Words]

This story was inspired by the 50 Word Thursday Challenge, this week hosted by The Haunted Wordsmith, click on the link below to see her post:

https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2019/07/10/50-word-thursday-28/

 

I have also incorporated the following word prompts:

 

FOWC with Fandango — Alive

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/07/11/ephemeral/

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/07/11/rdp-thursday-solitude-solitary/

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2019/07/11/your-daily-word-prompt-inspire-july-11-2019/

50 Word Thursday #25 – 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/2019/06/05/50-word-thursday-23/comment-page-1/#comment-12323

The rules were to write a story or poem based on the picture and containing certain words. It had to be in multiples of 50 words up to a maximum of 250 words.

Here is the picture:

DSC03229

And the Words:  “We cast a shadow on something wherever we stand, and it is no good moving from place to place to save things; because the shadow always follows.” –  E.M Forster, A Room with a View. 

Now here are all the entries to this week’s challenge.  I wouldn’t hesitate to say they have all been executed with flair and panache.

Please let me know if I have not included your story, sometimes pingbacks do not work. Just link to your story in the comments below:

 

https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2019/06/19/ask-permission-first/

50 Word Thursday — Hungry for Beans

https://eastelmhurstagogo.wordpress.com/2019/06/19/tampering-with-the-unknown/

THE MUSEUM

50 Word Thursday — The Totem

50 Words Thursday #25

https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/2019/06/26/50-word-thursday-the-importance-of-rules/

 

Take some time to read them and let the authors know what you think.

Now it’s over to Teresa, The Haunted Wordsmith, to host this week’s 50 Word Thursday Challenge.

 

FOWC with Fandango — Hesitate

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/06/26/rdp-wednesday-flair/

50 Word Thursday – The Travelling Troupe

Image by cocoparisienne from Pixabay

“We never stop anywhere very long.” – DARREN SHAN, A LIVING NIGHTMARE

This challenge was written for the 50 Word Thursday challenge, this week hosted by Teresa, the Haunted Wordsmith, see the link below to her post:

https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2019/05/29/50-word-thursday-22/

 

The Travelling Troupe

The travelling entertainers were packing up. Gathering their flags that only yesterday flew proudly in the summer breeze, collapsing the Punch and Judy stand that rolled into a bundle that fit in their tiny caravan. Violette sat on the wooden steps and stared out to sea.

Only yesterday the beach had been filled with people, laughing and playing. Children had sat and watched their show, not just the Punch and Judy, but their juggling, acrobatics and dancing. It was the same at every beach they had been to. They would perform and the crowds would laugh, applaud and throw coins. When the crowds departed, they combed the sand eagerly for every coin. They couldn’t afford to be spendthrift, their caravans hadn’t had a lick of paint in years, all the money went to keep the troupe fed.

In the early morning light, a little girl who was walking with her parents came running up to her.

“Where are you going? I saw your show yesterday, why are you leaving so soon?”

Violette smiled at her, then glanced at her parents standing apart and frowning.

That was the reason they were always prompt to move on.

“We never stop anywhere very long,” Violette said to the girl, “But we may be back again next summer.”

The girl ran back to her parents and they walked off.

Violette knew well the consequences of remaining too long in one place. The crowds that were entertained one day could quickly turn into a mob.

 

[250 Words]

 

I have also incorporated the following word prompts:

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/05/31/applaud/

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/05/31/rdp-friday-prompt/

FOWC with Fandango — Spendthrift

 

Finish the Story #11 – The Recruit.

I have been tagged by Teresa, The Haunted Wordsmith in one of her brilliant Finish the Story Challenges! I do really enjoy these, you never know where the story will end up taking you.

Click on the link below to see her original post:

https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2019/05/17/finish-the-story-2019-11/

The Rules:

  1. post the story as you receive it
  2. add to the story (or finish it, up to the writer)
  3. tag another person to continue the story (unless you finished it)
  4. Have fun!

Part One – by The Haunted Wordsmith

Adam was like any other eighteen-year-old boy and soon found himself standing in the middle of the training bay being subjected to the drill instructor’s ridicule. It wasn’t his fault the quarter didn’t flip on the old mattress, but he accepted his punishment anyway. He didn’t have another choice.

Ever since the revolution began, more and more troops were needed. There were even whispered rumors of lowering the age to thirteen if you were from a poor family. The government paid dearly for your life. That money could help support the family.

After completing fifty push-ups and parading around the bay in his underwear, Adam and the other recruits headed outside for training. The morning was dedicated to basic weapons and enemy language skills. Many of the recruits were already fluent, but the training was the same. Adam excelled and only realized his mistake when he was called into the Commander’s office that afternoon.

“Take a seat,” Commander Flint said, pointing toward a chair in the corner of the room.

Adam did as he was told and caught his breath as two governmental agents entered Flint’s office. One look from them and Adam knew he was in danger.

“That him?”

“That is Private Adam Ripple, yes.”

“Come with us,” an agent ordered, flashing his sidearm and a warning glance.

Adam stood. “What is this all about?”

The agents stared at him. The one nearest him replied, “…….

Part Two – My Contribution

“You’re a bit of an anomaly, you know?”

Adam couldn’t help feeling a bit cynical. He knew he wasn’t anything special. He was just a kid from the wrong side of the tracks, sent into the army to get him off the streets and to help fight this war that many now felt was unwinnable.

“Me? Apart from an ability to get myself into trouble, I can’t see what makes me any different from any other shmo around here. I’m pretty ordinary.” Adam laughed nervously.

One of the agents bent down and pushed the dark glasses down his nose, fixing Adam with an Icy blue stare. “There’s many a true word spoken in jest, lad. Two things mark you out. Your ability with languages which is by far the best we’ve seen in some time, and the fact that you could blend in anywhere. You’ve finished at this prestigious military academy” he paused to glance out of the window at the makeshift camp, to emphasise the sarcasm in his words. “You graduate as of today. Tomorrow you’re going underground.”

The agents grabbed an arm each and practically dragged him out of the commander’s office and into the back of a black van.

Before he knew it he was……

End of part two.

 

Now, who shall I consider for the next part? Who enjoys this sort of challenge?

I think I will nominate Li of Tao Talk.

Anomaly

 

Have fun 🙂

 

I have also included the following word prompts:

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/05/17/rdp-friday-graduate/

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2019/05/17/your-daily-word-prompt-cynical-may-17-2019/

FOWC with Fandango — Anomaly

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/05/17/jest/

 

 

 

Genre Challenge – To Whistle and Blow

This story was written for The Haunted Wordsmith’s Genre Challenge:

https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2019/05/16/prompt-may-16/

Prompt A (genre challenge): hard-boiled mystery

Prompt B (sentence starter): “I told you not to spoil.”

Prompt C (photo)

 

He sat in his office puffing on his third cigarette and looking out of the window.

The grimy alleyway below hadn’t changed in all the years he’d been there. He’d lost track of the number of dead bodies found hunched behind the trash cans down there. Taunting him in a way. He was a private detective after all, but he didn’t work for free. Let the police hunt around for the killers of those poor tramps and vagabonds, not him.

He saw her get out of the taxi and pay the driver. As he waited for her to climb the stairs up to the office he reached out and poured himself a scotch on the rocks.

She didn’t knock. After all, this was as much her patch as it was his, although she had left seeking fame and fortune and had been gone for years. She stood there, just like she used to, one hand on her right hip and her long hair hanging over her left eye. She’d gotten older, sure, but she was still gorgeous.

“I told you not to spoil,” he said, in his sandpaper voice.

“Have you looked in a mirror lately?” she responded whip-crack fast.

They just stared at each other for what seemed like an age. Then he said the thing that he’d promised himself not to ask. “What made you come back?”

“I heard your whistle, Steve, and like a good girl, I came.”

Just like that, the spell was broken. He leaned back and smiled, the light from the torch glistened off his gold filling.

“Just in time too. I’ve just got a new commission. There’s a new kingpin in town and he wants us to find out who killed his best informant. Ready for a trip to the docks?”

“You always take me to the nicest places, Steve. OK, let’s blow.”

 

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 16/May/2019

 

I have also included the following word prompts:

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/05/16/vagabond/

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/05/16/rdp-thursday-fame/