The Strange Inheritance – Part Six – A Multiple Word Prompt Story

This is a continuation of a story I was writing some time ago. See here for the last instalment.

https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/2018/09/24/the-strange-inheritance-part-five-a-multiple-word-prompt-story/

This story was inspired by the following word prompts:

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2020/10/22/vivid/

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2018/09/30/quintessence/

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2018/09/30/rdp-sunday-secrete/

FOWC with Fandango — Radical

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2018/09/30/your-daily-word-prompt-talisman-september-30th-2018/

https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2018/09/30/three-things-challenge-30-sept-2018/

Today’s things are: farewell, retirement, pasture

James returned to the Kitchen to find that Mrs Ponsomby had breakfast well underway. 

The smells of the sausages and bacon sizzling in the pan made his stomach rumble. It was one of his favourite aromas.

Jennifer was helping Mrs Ponsomby by beating the eggs with a little milk. 

“Go and Wash your hands, James, you’re all covered in grime and cobwebs from that cellar” Jennifer chided automatically falling back into her role as the bossy younger sister. Since growing up in the orphanage, they’d always been close but the last couple of years they had led separate lives. He worked in the City as a bank clerk and Jennifer was a teaching assistant at a Primary school in the suburbs. They both had their separate little dingy flats and led separate lives, meeting up occasionally. It was funny how being back together they had reverted. He was once again the protective older brother.

Obediently he went upstairs and cleaned himself up, then returned to the dining room and set the table. 

Continue reading The Strange Inheritance – Part Six – A Multiple Word Prompt Story

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:

gargoyle - Kids | Britannica Kids | Homework Help

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/

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2020/10/20/gargoyle/

The Strange Inheritance Part Two – A multiple word prompt story.

This is a continuation of a previous story I wrote, See here:

https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/2018/09/01/multiple-word-prompt-story-the-strange-inheritance/

The Strange Inheritance – Part Two

Even though the house was falling apart and the smell of damp permeated throughout, Jennifer had to admit it must have been a really grand house at one time.

Downstairs there was a large dining room with green peeling wallpaper, A living room painted cream, a billiard room, painted bright red and a Library lined wall to wall with books.

She was impressed, she had no idea that her family must have been very grand at one time. She, along with her brother, had grown up in an orphanage and so she didn’t really know much about the family history. Her brother was a few years older and he knew a bit more, but not much. What he did know he didn’t like to talk about. He had always been surly and volatile but he had looked after her, wouldn’t let her out of his sight. In some ways, it had held her back.  A few times at the orphanage a couple had come and wanted to adopt her, but her brother always insisted that she wasn’t going anywhere without him. They’d take one look at this dark, broody lad with those dark staring eyes and would decide to take one of the others instead. Still, he was the only family she really knew. She had known about Aunt Elizabeth but at the funeral and the reading of the will was the first time that she’d met her, or at least remembered meeting her. James said that she’d briefly taken them in when their parents died. He’d been six and so still remembered, but she had been only three. Aunt Elizabeth was a strange one. She was tall and thin and gave the impression of being a dithery old lady, she was in her late seventies, but her eyes were sharp and darted around taking everything in. She also often had the strangest smile on her face. Frankly, she gave her the creeps.

Continue reading The Strange Inheritance Part Two – A multiple word prompt story.

Cornwall – My Photographs of my recent trip.

Some of you wondered where I had disappeared to last week, well, here is the answer….

I had been on a week long trip to Cornwall in the far South West of the UK. It took me over 9 hours to drive there and another 9 hours to drive home again. For some of you that might not sound a lot but in the UK that’s a long time to drive!

The traffic jams seemed to go on forever, they were incessant, but eventually I arrived in Cornwall and as you can see, we had fantastic weather and it was truly beautiful. So lovely, I wanted to stay there forever, to escape from the turmoil of normal life.

I did partake of fish and chips while I was there, but I could hardly describe myself as ICHTHYOPHAGOUS (Melanie B Cee, please take note 😉 )

I hope you enjoy these photos.

I have included the following word prompts:

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2020/09/15/ichthyophagous/

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2020/09/15/rdp-tuesday-stay/

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2020/09/15/your-daily-word-prompt-turmoil-ydwordprompt-September-15-2020/

A Steampunk Story – A slightly longer version.

I set out to write a 42 word story for Deb Wittam’s challenge, See link below:

https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/2020/08/16/42-words-32-a-steampunk-short-story/

But then I decided I wanted to write a slightly longer version as the character intrigued me. So here goes, I hope you like it:

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The crazy-haired inventor stared at his reflection in the looking-glass. His steam-powered hair rejuvenator made popping sounds as he lifted it to his head and tamed his wild white hair, His eyes protected from the diabolical heat by his green glass goggles.

By the standards of the day, he was naked, which meant that he was fully clothed in his underwear, which covered him from the neck to his knees in horizontally blue and grey striped wool.

Also, by the standards of the day he was seen as a delinquent, neither a wealthy aristocrat nor a hard-working citizen. He may well have been a dope fiend the way decent folk gave him a wide birth.

People failed to consider the inventor as a valid member of society but that didn’t stop them from using his steam-powered gyrocopter to travel to the Riviera for their summer hols, or his piston-powered potato masher. Even the good old Queen herself had been known to use his steam-powered titilatory discombobulator, for what purpose one can only guess but her innocent demeanour was clearly deceiving.

Just then, the heat from his hair rejuvenator set his eyebrows alight.

After the necessary application of Dr Quakular’s Eyebrow soother, he sat down and took his new invention apart again, his skills at tinkering were uncanny.  He was determined to prevail and always had to finish any invention he had started, which probably accounted for why he’d only invented three things so far and one of those had an appalling safety record. Thank goodness health and safety legislation was something only seen in science fiction novels.

 

I have included the following word prompts:

FOWC with Fandango — Finish

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2020/08/16/your-daily-word-prompt-prevail-ydwordprompt-august-16-2020/

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2020/08/16/rdp-sunday-deceiving/

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2020/08/15/delinquent/

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2020/08/16/uncanny/

 

 

50 Word Thursday #83 – Dream Couple

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And the Words: “Her lips were red and perfectly shaped, her cheeks blushed prettily when she spoke.” – Neil Gaiman, Stardust.

 

It was a special locale, decorated like a film set for some Tudor or medieval based drama.

In typical fashion for a British summer, it was raining when the couple rushed into the room, carrying luggage and holding an umbrella.

They were out of breath and had clearly enjoyed the whole escapade.

She fell ono the four-poster bed, panting and he gazed at her in awe.

Her lips were red and perfectly shaped, her cheeks blushed prettily when she spoke

“Lock the door, darling,” she said, breathily.

It was like a dream and he couldn’t believe she was his wife.

[100 words]

This story was written for the 50 word Thursday challenge:

https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/2020/07/30/50-word-thursday-83/

 

I have also included the following word prompts:

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2020/08/05/dream-2/comment-page-1/#comment-34571

FOWC with Fandango — Escapade

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2020/08/05/rdp-wednesday-umbrella/

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2020/08/05/your-daily-word-prompt-locale-ydwordprompt-August-5-2020/

 

 

 

 

50 Word Thursday #80 – Fugitive from Horror

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And the words:

“You don’t need to know what you’re escaping from to become a fugitive.” ― Bella Pollen, Midnight Cactus

 

This story was written for the 50 Word Thursday challenge hosted by Deb Whittam:

https://debbiewhittam.wordpress.com/2020/07/10/50-word-thursday-80/

 

The room was dark and there was a musty smell that was vaguely familiar and unpleasant reminding her of a butchers shop.

Waking up and feeling her arms tied behind her back had been a bit of a shock and then the sight of the bodies hanging from the ceiling had really ruined her day.

The grinding noise of a chainsaw filled the room from somewhere below.

She screamed and then pulled herself together feeling ridiculous.

She remembered that she was good with knots and adept at getting her hands free. After a short while, the rope tying her hands fell to the floor and she untied the rope around her ankles.

Then she peered through a crack in the floorboards and saw below a moveable conveyer belt on which were piled bodies like those hanging around her, with their arms and legs tied, all moving towards vertical blades.

She couldn’t see anyone around and had no idea who was running this horror show, however, You don’t need to know what you’re escaping from to become a fugitive.

This was not the time to vacillate. Above her she saw the round open window, her means of escape; she took it.

[200 Words]

 

I have also included the following word prompts:

 

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2020/07/15/moveable-movable/

 

FOWC with Fandango — Vacillate

 

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2020/07/15/your-daily-word-prompt-rediculous-ydwordprompt-July-15-2020/

 

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2020/07/15/rdp-wednesday-horror/

 

Don’t Stop – Songs that are Unstoppable

The Word of the Day is Unstoppable,

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2020/07/13/unstoppable/

 

I thought I’d share with you a song or two,

that makes me happy when I’m feeling blue,

They’re upbeat songs and full of class,

with unstoppable rhythms and a blast of brass

you just can’t help dancing around a bit

So now I’ve shared, you can all benefit 🙂

 

 

 

 

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2020/07/13/your-daily-word-prompt-benefit-ydwordprompt-July-13-2020/

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2020/07/13/rdp-monday-brass/

 

50 Word Thursday #79 – Clear Orders.

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And the words: “My orders are clear. Eleven o’clock was the deadline.” – The Moon is Down – John Steinbeck.

 

This story was written for the 50 Word Thursday challenge. It isn’t too late to take part, click on the link below. You have until tomorrow evening to enter.

https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/2020/07/02/50-word-thursday-79/

 

 

 

It seemed an unlikely venue, a quiet lodge up in hill country.

The instructions were clear. They always were. He never left any room for ambiguity and he wanted the job done quickly.

I glanced at my watch, it was ten to Eleven. Strange, these things were usually done at high-noon in the old westerns but my orders are clear. Eleven o’clock was the deadline. 

An anonymous looking black van pulled up and two men got out.

I walked over, taking my time. I wasn’t going to rush for them.

“Hey, you!” One guy called to me, “Are you gonna take all day?”

I didn’t walk faster, I slowed down.

“OK, have you got the Ruby?” I shouted.

“Yeah, have you got the cash?” the guy called back holding up a small velvet bag.

I waved the briefcase at them.

“Well come on. I can feel myself ageing here!” the man said. He wore a finely tailored suit. Exquisite taste.

I walked the final steps and held out the case.

“At last, I don’t want to age another minute!” the guy said.

“Happy to oblige” I replied and shot them both dead.

Ruby acquired and no cash outlay. Mission accomplished.

 

[200 Words]

 

I have also included the following word prompts:

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2020/07/07/aging/

FOWC with Fandango — Taste

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2020/07/07/your-daily-word-prompt-oblige-ydwordprompt-July-7-2020/

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2020/07/07/rdp-tuesday-ruby/

 

 

 

 

50 Word Thursday #78 – Without due Caution.

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And the words:

“She launched herself at their leader.” – Lorraine Heath’s When A Duke Loves A Woman

This story was written for the 50 Word Thursday challenge, hosted this week by Deb Whittam:

https://debbiewhittam.wordpress.com/2020/06/26/50-word-thursday-78/

 

 

The lake was beautiful and tranquil, an oasis of peace in the middle of a busy zoo.

You could hear in the distance the occasional roar of a lion or the chatter of monkeys, but that didn’t detract from the stillness of that place.

Then a gang of youths appeared, shouting at each other, boasting and taunting.

On the edge of the lake swam some baby swans. One of the kids picked one up and then threw it at one of his friends who caught it.

The Mother swan came out of nowhere and she launched herself at their leader, squawking loudly with a frantic beating of her wings.

Now it’s an empirical fact that Mother swans have been known to kill to protect their young.

It’s a shame that those kids hadn’t known that or maybe they would have shown more caution and then they’d still be alive today.

[150 Words]

 

I have also included the following word prompts:

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2020/06/30/zoo-3/

FOWC with Fandango — Empirical

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2020/06/30/your-daily-word-prompt-caution-ydwordprompt-June-30-2020/