An Angel among Devils – A short story.

Image by Kira Hoffmann from Pixabay

This story was written for The Haunted Wordsmith’s Genre Challenge, click on the link below to see the post:

https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2019/04/21/genre-writing-challenge-april-21/

Today’s genre and image: Crime Thriller/Suspense

 

This was not the kind of place Inspector Tanner usually frequented. In a city renowned for it’s high level of crime, this district was particularly notorious. It was funny how things had changed so dramatically in just over two decades. This area was once a prestigious university but now, crime gangs roamed the campus and the university building itself had long since been burned to the ground. Arson was a common here as thievery. In the centre of the old university grounds was the Black Jack tavern. It was said that you could find out anything there, who murdered who, who had stolen what, for the right price.

Inspector Tanner was dressed as inconspicuously as possible. Rather than his usual smart trench coat and trilby, he now wore a rather shabby afghan coat over a pair of denim jeans. He was here to meet an informant, but not someone he had ever met in person before.

As the inspector pushed open the black painted door, the fumes of smoke emerged in fine tendrils into the clear night air. Not tobacco smoke, the smell was far too pungent for that, not even pipe smoke was that foul. The tavern was not particularly well lit. Electric lights buzzed and flickered from various points around the room, making pools of light that the many bodies standing around seemed to avoid, preferring to linger in the dark recesses and corners instead.

Through the haze, he could see the bar and the barman. The man was tall and thin, with lank dark hair that fell to his shoulders, yet the crown of his head was bare. He wore no shirt, but a black leather vest, unbuttoned showing a hairy chest with more grey in it than it’s original black. His bare arms were covered in tattoos, mainly flaming skulls. He knew of the barman by reputation, they had a file three inches thick on him back at the station. Jack Peel had a record of petty larceny and aggravated assault with intent to cause harm. He used to like collecting ears too, an unpleasant habit that had sent him to prison for twelve years. On his release he had opened this establishment, which had hardly given much assurance that he had decided to go straight, but they had not been able to catch him at anything lately.

He was told to buy a drink and then walk over to the pool table. Grasping the bottle of beer, he wandered over to find two people sitting by the pool table. In one corner, a small, smartly dressed man, in a striped suit and blue tie, with mousy blond hair neatly trimmed. He had black round rimmed spectacles. As he looked in his direction, the man smiled slightly, his eyes remained devoid of emotion. In the other corner sat a large ugly man. His face was covered in small scars, a nose that looked like it had been broken several times sat above a grimacing mouth filled with gold fillings. This man was dressed in denim, head to toe, but his left sleeve appeared to have been ripped away, displaying an arm that was decorated with a snake tattoo that wound around it from his shoulder, with the snakes head, complete with fangs, tattooed on the back of his hand.

The Inspector turned back to the suited man and sat next to him.

The man smiled again and leaned towards him. “Can I help you?” he whispered.

This had to be who he was sent to speak to. “I understand you can tell me about the recent murders in Market Street. Was it the Armstrong gang?”

The man jumped up and practically ran out of the bar.

Suddenly, he felt a tap on his shoulder. The ugly brute of a man was sitting close enough for him to smell his after shave and his foul breath.

“Why did you speak to him for? He’s the man I was going to tell you about. He’s probably gone to tell his boss you’re here now. You had better follow me, if you value your life, quick, out the back way.”

 

I have included the following word prompts:

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/04/21/ugly/

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/04/21/rdp-sunday-snake/

https://lightmotifs.wordpress.com/2019/04/20/three-things-challenge-pl66/

Today’s prompt: campus, pipe, haze

 

 

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The Day The Tin Foil Hats Broke – Revealing the truth.

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It was something that I’d come to dread

That every thought within my head

would burst from my mouth, as it spoke,

the day the tin foil hats broke.

 

My Uncle said “What is it son?”

For I had turned quite pale and wan,

my face was screwed up really tight

while my thoughts were picked up by satellite.

 

“My tin foil hat has broken!” I cried

My Uncle just looked smug and sighed

“Well, Nephew I wouldn’t worry a jot,

with your brain, it’s not going to reveal a lot”.

 

I had a longing for something that

would keep my thoughts under my hat

My tangled mind, tortured and petty

had spilled its contents like boiling spaghetti.

 

A tangled jungle of vine and fern,

revealed that I had failed to learn,

my head was empty of meaningful things

but I knew by heart the Lord of the Rings.

 

Like a boiled egg, my mind was bare

without any useful facts in there,

My Uncle said “Now you have a mission

“you should become a politician”

 

But still I worried, how could that fly?

When I couldn’t ever tell a lie.

but thankfully, and rather shocking,

a new foil hat was in my Christmas Stocking.

 

This poem was written for A Guy Called Blokes Challenge, see here:

What’s My Story Then #3

I have also included the following word prompts:

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/04/20/rdp-saturday-egg/

https://swimmersweek.wordpress.com/2019/04/20/satelite/

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/04/20/longing/

https://lightmotifs.wordpress.com/2019/04/19/three-things-challenge-pl65/

Today’s prompt: nephew, fern, spaghetti

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

An encounter of a certain kind – Spin the Yarn Challenge.

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Photo by Miriam Espacio on Pexels.com

I was never one who believed in conspiracy theories or ghosts or other fantastical things. My mother always used to say “He’s got his head screwed on right, no flights of fancy from him”.

I never believed in those tales about Aliens coming to earth and living amongst us. I remember watching a documentary about how an Alien race had come to earth and taught three separate civilizations the same amazing innovations of farming, irrigation and monument building, namely the Mayans, the Han and the Egyptians. The programme was quite convincing, stating that how could three civilizations separated by thousands of miles, each develop similar methods of agriculture and tool use? The step pyramids in Meso America compared with early Pyramids from Egypt. Convincing, yet I failed to believe.

My scepticism came to an abrupt end last weekend. The almost full moon had shone brightly in the garden as I went out to my chicken run to make sure my girls were OK.

I have a habit of checking on them before I go to bed. I’m sure the neighbours think I’m absolutely mad when they hear me saying “Good night girls, sleep tight” to my hens.

This time, as I glanced up at the moon, I saw something shoot across the sky. I blinked, thinking it might have been an aeroplane. I caught a glimpse of it again. It was a circular shape with flashing lights that passed across the sky then suddenly stopped and hovered overhead. I couldn’t believe my eyes. Was it some trickery caused by a cloud? I ran inside to get my digital camera but before I got to the end of the path a bright light surrounded me and seem to trap me in its beam. I have very little memory of what happened next. I’m sure I was probed with a surgical implement or two and recall a bulbous-headed figure with huge red eyes staring at me as I lay on a bench. It is all rather hazy until I woke up, lying in my chicken run, with one of my hens sitting next to me, pecking gently at the collar of my pyjama top.

I know we are not alone in the universe now, somewhere out there is an alien with my DNA in a test tube.

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“How Credible or Creative do you find my tale – please score me out of 10.”

This story was written for Rory, A Guy Called Bloke’s Spin the Yarn Challenge:

Spin The Yarn – Say What?? Get Outa Here!

 

I have also included the following word prompts:

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/04/19/rdp-friday-tool/

FOWC with Fandango — Trickery

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2019/04/19/your-daily-word-prompt-implement-april-19-2019/

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/04/19/moon/

 

 

Life’s Compromise – A multiple Word prompt poem.

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Photo by Abhiram Prakash on Pexels.com

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/04/18/reminiscent/

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/04/18/rdp-thursday-compromise/

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2019/04/18/your-daily-word-prompt-sunshine-april-18-2019/

FOWC with Fandango — Prone

 

I’m prone to reminisce

about bygone days spent

in rapturous bliss

as sunshine bathed

my youthful face

Those days are gone,

That time, that place.

And now the truth

Appears before my eyes,

Life is just one big compromise.

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 18/April/2019

50 Word Thursday – Yearning for Solidity.

This poem was written for the 50 Word Thursday Challenge, this week hosted by Teresa, The Haunted Wordsmith. see her post here:

https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2019/04/17/50-word-thursday-16/

Here is the picture:

and here are the words:

and ne’er was a creature so true and so loyal
Dav Pilkey, God Bless the Gargoyles

Yearning for Solidity

It sits atop its castle walls,
lingering smiles on granite lips.
Bare and prone to whatever falls,
from pigeon’s droppings to rain drop drips.

Baked by summer’s sunshine rays
it never complains or makes demands
Without compromise or need of praise
enjoying the view that it commands.

It’s solid truth; accepted fact
That patience is a virtuous act,
and ne’er was a creature so true and loyal
as the silent, stately granite gargoyle.

I wish I could return to my youth,
Before I made a mistake and wed,
That flawed creature, a male, forsooth,
And married a noble gargoyle instead.

[100 Words]

copyright: Kristian Fogarty 18/April/2019

I have also included the following word prompts:

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/04/17/lingering/

FOWC with Fandango — Prone

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2019/04/18/your-daily-word-prompt-sunshine-april-18-2019/

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/04/18/rdp-thursday-compromise/

 

50 Word Thursday #15 – The Results!

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.

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/2019/04/10/50-word-thursday-15/

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:
“Ah! The Wonder House! Can any enter?” – Kim by Rudyard Kipling

And Here are all the excellent entries for last week.

https://thedarknetizen.wordpress.com/2019/04/11/microfiction-shrine/

WONDER HOUSE

50 Words Thursday #15

50 Word Thursday

https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2019/04/13/karma-can-bite/

https://saltedcaramel670.wordpress.com/2019/04/13/the-curio-shop-50-word-thursday-15/

https://trulymilly.wordpress.com/2019/04/13/his-collection/

https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/2019/04/15/50-word-thursday-a-wonderful-world/

https://wideeyedwanderingspoonie.wordpress.com/2019/04/15/long-ago-along-the-silk-road/

https://apausefornature.wordpress.com/2019/04/16/remains/

 

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

It’s over to Teresa now to post this week’s new challenge.

 

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/04/17/lingering/

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/04/17/rdp-wednesday-busy/

 

A Song Challenge from Laura Venturini

Laura Venturini tagged me in this fun Song themed game, check out her post here:

Weekly Song Challenge-Round 9

Rules:
Copy rules and add to your own post, pinging back to this post.
Post music videos for your answers to the musical questions.
Tag two people to participate!
Easy!

1. Post a music video of a song by an artist popular in the 80s.

Hall and Oates – I Can’t go for that.

2. Post a music video of a song that makes you wanna shake your groove thang!

Bee Gees – You Should Be Dancing.

I used to dance just like that when I was in my Prime. 😉

3. Post a music video of an acoustic version of a popular song.

Gerry and the Pacemakers – Ferry Cross the Mersey (Well he’s playing the acoustic guitar, so hopefully that counts).

 

I will challenge:

https://crushedcaramel.wordpress.com/2019/04/15/where-we-imagined-ourselves/

https://lifelessonsaroundthedinnertable.wordpress.com/2019/04/15/soulful-sunday-10-dreams-and-smiles/

No pressure, only if you’d like to take part.

 

FOWC with Fandango — Prime

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/04/16/ferry/

 

“The Unfavourable Consequences of Pan”

IMG_9966 (2)This story was written for a challenge set by A Guy Called Bloke, see the link below:

What’s My Story Then #2

The Cult of Pan had caused the police no end of trouble. It had all started when an archaeologist had rediscovered an ancient temple, buried for thousands of years beneath a hillside in Greece. They had once worshiped Pan, a mischievous god of music and nature. Pan would play his pipe and entrance all who heard his music. It was a great story, but unfortunately it had been true. They now had plenty of evidence that these innocent looking pipes would cause people to drop off to sleep. Then the player could do with them what they wanted, rob them or abuse them. The underworld crime gangs had all seen the advantage and had converted to this cult which had now spread all over the world.

Luckily, as long as people wandered the streets listening to their own music, they were safe.

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/04/16/rdp-tuesday-hum-2/

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/04/15/world/

 

Twittering Tales – A Fateful Phone Call.

Photo by Luis Quintero on Unsplash.com

As she saw the phone memories flooded back. Standing frantically dialing for assistance while outside a man pulled out a knife.

Her world changed that day.

Luckily, the police came in time, the Phone Box Killer was caught and she ended up marrying the policeman that rescued her.

[279 Characters]

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

Twittering Tales #132 – 16 April 2019

 

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/04/15/world/

 

50 Word Thursday – A Wonderful World

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I was used to travelling in the East. I had spent more of my life away from England than I had there. England held no sense of wonder for me. It was afternoon tea and Cricket, civilised and boring. I preferred to explore the far flung areas of the world.

On this particular trip, I was in Penang enjoying walking through the markets selling all manner of exotic spices. One stall selling small items carved from sandalwood was doing a roaring trade, an elderly man sat behind the display carving more objects rapidly trying to keep up with demand, such was the turnover.

That was when I first heard of the House of Wonder. I knew it for what it truly was, a trap for gullible tourists who would end up with their throats slit and their belongings sold on. I knew enough to keep away from it.

For reasons of my own, I had decided to remain in Penang for a while, I had found congenial company amongst a few of the natives and was in no hurry to move on.

I was not the only Englishman staying there. I had struck up a friendship with a fellow named Carstairs. We used to play cards, drink whisky and chat.

One day I saw Carstairs at the market talking to a fellow near the Wonder House.

I heard him ask ““Ah! The Wonder House! Can any enter?” and the man nodded.

I cried out “Wait!”.

Carstairs was never seen again.

[250 words]

This story was written for the 50 Word Thursday challenge, click on the link below.

https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/2019/04/10/50-word-thursday-15/

It is not too late to take part in this challenge, it finishes Wednesday and a new one will be posted on Thursday.

This story also contains the following word prompts:

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/04/15/world/

FOWC with Fandango — Turnover

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/04/15/rdp-monday-wait/