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/

 

 

 

 

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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:

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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/

50 Word Thursday # 19 – The Results

The 50 Word Thursday Challenge is over for another week and I remembered to post the results!

Click on the link below to see the original post:

https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/2019/05/09/50-word-thursday-19/

The Challenge was to write a story or poem in 50 word multiples up to a maximum of 250 words in response to a photo prompts and a sentence.

So here’s the picture for LAST week:

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And the words:`What do you call yourself?’ the Fawn said at last. Such a soft sweet voice it had! – Through the Looking Glass by Lewis Carroll

I am sure you are all curious to read the various ways people have interpreted the picture.

Here are the results:

50 Word Thursday #19 — Best of Friends

https://padresramblings.wordpress.com/2019/05/09/patanyangu/

https://www.michele-jones.com/the-study/

https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/2019/05/09/50-word-thursday-an-excellent-addition/

https://johnfreda.wordpress.com/2019/05/10/50-word-thursday-the-answer-room-50wordthurs/

https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2019/05/09/the-hunter/

https://trulymilly.wordpress.com/2019/05/10/wall-decor/

https://thedarknetizen.wordpress.com/2019/05/10/flash-fiction-pvt-investigator/

Just Following Orders

50 Words Thursday #19– The trophy room

https://apausefornature.wordpress.com/2019/05/12/mr-will/

https://debbiewhittam.wordpress.com/2019/05/13/50-word-thursday-19/

 

I am really pleased by the number of entries and, as always, impressed by the quality and diversity of the stories.

Well done everyone.

Now, I’m sure you are aware that I share hosting this challenge with Teresa, The Haunted Wordsmith, so tomorrow she will post the next 50 Word Challenge.

 

FOWC with Fandango — Curious

 

 

50 Word Thursday #19

Good morning and welcome to this week’s 50 Word Thursday challenge. I take turns hosting this challenge with Teresa, the Haunted Wordsmith. Click the link below to see the results of last weeks challenges and read some of the entries.

https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2019/05/08/recap-50-word-thursday-18/comment-page-1/#comment-17904

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!

So here is this weeks picture:

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And here are the words:

`What do you call yourself?’ the Fawn said at last. Such a soft sweet voice it had! – Through the Looking Glass by Lewis Carroll

I hope you enjoy this week’s challenge, please include a link to your posts in the comments section as Pingbacks no longer seem to work, at least not for everyone.

Happy Thursday Everyone. 🙂

 

50 Word Thursday #17 – The Results (A Day Late).

Good Morning everyone.

The 50 Word Thursday challenge is over for another week and here are the results.

I must admit I was very busy yesterday and so forgot to post this, I usually post the results on Wednesday, this week I am in arrears. 😉

I take turns hosting this challenge with Teresa, The Haunted Wordsmith.

Last Thursday is just a distant lingering memory, so here is a reminder of my post from last Thursday:

https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/2019/04/24/50-word-thursday-17/

The Challenge was to write a story or poem in 50 word multiples up to a maximum of 250 words in response to a photo prompts and a sentence.

So here’s the picture for LAST week:

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And the words:
“It was difficult, on the whole, to know how reliable they might be” – Postern of Fate by Agatha Christie.

And Here are all the excellent entries for last week.

50 Word Thursday — Yoga Rocks!

CURSED

https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/2019/04/25/50-word-thursday-the-judgement-of-sphinxes/

50 Words Thursday #17

https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2019/04/29/our-last-hope/

https://neelwritesblog.wordpress.com/2019/04/30/neelwrites-flash-fiction-30-04-2019/

https://trulymilly.wordpress.com/2019/04/25/the-treasure/

 

We have had lots of problems with Pingbacks this week, so If I haven’t included your contribution please send me a link and I will update my post.

Please take this opportunity to have a read of these great tales.

It’s over to Teresa now to begin this week’s challenge anew. 🙂

 

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2019/05/02/your-daily-word-prompt-anew-may-2-2019/

FOWC with Fandango — Arrears

 

 

 

50 Word Thursday #17

Good morning and welcome to this weeks 50 Word Thursday challenge. I take turns hosting this challenge with Teresa, the Haunted Wordsmith. Click the link below to see the results of last weeks challenges and read some of the entries.
https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2019/04/24/recap-50-word-thursday-16/

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!

 

So here is this weeks picture:

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And here are the words: “It was difficult, on the whole, to know how reliable they might be” – Postern of Fate by Agatha Christie.

I will post all the entries on Wednesday.

I hope you enjoy this challenge.

All the best

:-)_