Something different

She wanted to pay a tribute to the one person who had played the most vital role in her success in her life. A party she thought, but then he may not have time to attend. He may be busy or simply out of the town. Then she thought that she would write a poem in appreciation of his greatness and the generosity with which he had helped her. After all it was all due to his guidance that she was a successful author today. She still recalled how he used to correct her when she initially started to write, telling her how to be more precise and more effective in her expression. A poem, with an innovative format, would be a good idea. Pondering on this she spend a couple of weeks and then she remembered that he was no fan of public adulation. He in fact was a retiring and shy person who wouldn’t want such a public show of admiration from her.

In the end she had the perfect idea. She traveled back to her home town, with a car full of all the books that she thought would be useful in this mission of her’s. And here he was. Sitting in that run-down old village school. The students sitting in front of him on makeshifts seats. All eyes glued towards the man, now in his late sixties, teaching them how to write, how to read to understand and how to create something beautiful from words that they were learning. She told him about the books she had brought for the school he was running and was rewarded by a very warm and grateful smile.

The perfect tribute to the best teacher in the world, she thought.

Written in response to the following;

RDP;

Innovative

FOWC;

Tribute

Your daily word prompt;

Adulation

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Three Things Challenge 2019#41 ;The masked ball

The masked ball

Eliza was going to her very first masked ball. Her Aunt was going as her chaperone as their party consisted of mainly young people and in these days of the reign of Queen Victoria, young people were not allowed to go to the balls and parties by themselves.

The day of the ball was a warm and balmy. The were ready to leave by six in the evening. Eliza’s dress was a wonderful white gown, embroidered all over with silver spangled flowers. And over it she wore a velvet lined red cape. Her domino mask was a fantastic creation, with colorful features and made her look amazing. Their carriage was carrying her, her Aunt and two of her friends to the ball.

In the dusk of the approaching evening the carriage was suddenly stopped with a bone jarring jerk. All the occupants of the carriage were alarmed by the commotion outside. Eliza’s Aunt, Mrs MacIntire very cautiously looked outside from the window and saw two masked men holding up the carriage with pistols. She uttered a shriek and fainted right away. These Victorian ladies usually had very delicate sensibilities and often were frightened to death at the least sign of danger. The girls, including Eliza were made of sterner stuff, and decided to step out of the carriage to face the highway men.

One of the men came forward and asked her to hand over all her jewelry and that of the other ladies in the carriage to him. Eliza was not very impressed by the demeanor of the highway man and challenged him to do his worst as they would not be cowed down by the likes of him. This bold stand brought the whole situation to an awkward standstill. The highway men weren’t expecting defiance from four un-armed ladies. And though they carried guns, they had no intention of killing or even wounding anyone. Elisa felt that now she was in a better position and drove home her advantage.” We are willing to keep quiet about this hold up if you will let us go un-harmed” she told him. The poor guy had no other option to do as was asked and allowed the coachman to continue on their journey.

Mrs MacIntire had revived by this time and was staring in amazement at her young niece. Though she was grateful to Eliza for handling the situation so well, but also admonished her for putting her life in danger.

Written for;

3TC

dominoes, bones, death

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Time to write; Set the scene #13[ Creative Writing Prompt ]

Write a story based in the setting above.

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Joe was super excited. He had won a trip on a luxury cruise ship. It was fate, that was his firm opinion. He had never won anything before in his life. And out of blue, he had won this trip. And he wasn’t even sure how he had put his name in the contest for this ticket. Maybe his friend had convinced him to enter his name, but he couldn’t remember very well how it had happened. But , no worries! He was going in a weeks time. And the win included another ticket for someone he wanted to bring along. He asked his friend, John to come with him. Both were studying in the same college, but were friends since kindergarten.

On that day, both friends boarded the ship a little before the departure time to get settled in. It was a novel experience for them both. John had some sailing experience in smaller boats but to Joe, it was all new. In fact he was told to be extra careful as he didn’t knew how to swim. It was something he had to tell the hear purser when checking in.

The ship was to sail around the neighboring islands and complete the round trip in ten days. They were enjoying themselves tremendously until that fateful day. The storm clouds had gathered since morning and by afternoon it was raining quite heavily. John asked Joe, if he would like to see the rain closely from the main deck and on his agreeing, they both went out and watched as the water from the darkened sky fell into the fierce sea below. It was a truly awesome scene. Gradually, John moved towards the railings of the deck. Joe was not so sure about the move but he didn’t want to give his friend the excuse to roast him, so he went with him and they stood at the end of main deck, looking at the sea below and getting drenched in the pouring rain. There wasn’t anybody around but them. Suddenly Joe felt a powerful push at his back and went overboard into the sea. He couldn’t swim and drowned in the mighty waves of the sea. John stood passively seeing his friend drown. When he couldn’t see any sign of him, John let out a hue and cry, alerting the ship’s crew about the man overboard.

After an exhaustive search, they declared Joe as missing, presumed drowned. He had planned this all along, tricking his friend into believing that he had won the trip in a contest which he had secretly arranged. This was the only way he could get rid of Joe. He was in love with the girl who was Joe’s girlfriend and his jealousy had driven him to murder him.

There was an investigation into the whole incident where John maintained that Joe was leaning against the rail and overbalanced and fell in the sea. What he hadn’t reckoned with were the close circuit monitors on the ship’s deck, which had recorded everything.

Written in response to;

Creative Writing Prompt #13

Set the scene

Holiday time

It’s time to pack those bags, get the bookings

I want to have a glamorous holiday, getting

A ritzy hotel booking and traveling first class

Packing my baggage and bundle up the essentials

I have plans, I do but there is only one catch that

Is getting in the way of my super luxurious holiday

A little thing is hindering the whole project and

I have to find a way around it or all the plans

Will end up in the rubbish bin unless I come up

With enough cash to fund my dream holiday plans

And enough strength of mind to pursue my dreams

Written in response to the following;

Your daily word prompt;

Bundle

FOWC;

Ritzy

RDP;

Baggage

Word of the day challenge;

Strength

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Tell the story Challenge #11

A lock on the door of the cottage indicated that the Snow White and the seven dwarves were away from home. But what should the UPS guy do? The parcel was addressed to Ms White and required a signature before being handed over. He crossed the street and knocked on the castle of the famous Evil Witch/ Evil Step Mother. Ms Evil had no idea of Snow’s whereabouts. Or she said so. The UPS Guy was not convinced that she was not aware of the movements of Snow. After all everyone knew that she had the magic mirror and could look up Ms White anytime she wanted. So he insisted that she should find out. The Evil Queen was very annoyed by this demand and told him that since everyone had cell phones now, Snow preferred not to be spied upon by the magical mirror, but if need be, she should be gotten in touch by her mobile phone. The poor guy, trying to follow the conversation asked for the cell number of Snow and called her on the phone.

The only message he got was that “All networks were down due to heavy snowfall!”

Written in response to Photo Prompt by;

SanaH of A pause for the nature

My prompt is;

I will tag:

Pensitivity

Crushed Caramel

Kristian of the Tales from the mind of Kristian

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Tell the story challenge #10

As she emerged from the darkness, the aura of light surrounded her form, getting stronger and stronger. People called her the queen of the dark, little did they knew how she was the one who brought light in the inky sky. The projection of her light was in the night sky, the twinkling stars.

Tonight her mission was to bring the lost child safe to her home. She stood in the gloom, the way started to illuminate and soon a brightness started to emit from her fingers that she held skywards. The little child, a girl saw the bright light and was drawn towards it. In her fascination she stopped crying and step by tentative step she climbed the small hill, where she could see the queen standing. As she neared, she was enfolded in a warm embrace, that made all the fear melt in her little heart. A feeling of joy bubbled inside of her. Don’t be afraid little one, I am going to lead you to your loved ones, said the queen. And together they floated down to the village dwelling, where the child’s family were all gathered. They had lost all hope of finding the child as they had searched everywhere for her.

A shout of joy and babble of happiness was heard in the now fading light, as the girl was re-united with her family.

Written in response to;

Tell the story Challenge

Tagged by Di, of Pensitivity

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Tell The Story Challenge #8

Paula of Light Motifs has tagged me to writer story about this picture .

It was her birthday today.

And nobody had remembered. It was true that in a fit of pique, she had made her date of birth private in the Facebook settings, but she expected at least her family to remember. But no calls today from her parents or her sister came today. Well she was 29 today. Not a kid anymore. She will not get down because no one remembered. Giving herself pep talk, she went into her favorite bakery to get a small cupcake for herself. A lovely little bite of deliciousness to cheer herself up.

She was balancing the cupcake and her bag as she opened her apartment door. As she turned on the light, the whole place erupted with shouts of “Happy birthday”. A beautiful surprise party arranged by her best friend and her sister. And best of all her parents had made the journey to attend it too.

It was her best birthday!

Written for;

Tell the story Challenge #8

My photo prompt:

Photo Credit; Pinterest

I am tagging:

A Guy Called Bloke and K9 Doodlepips

I didn’t have my glasses on

Bereaved singled dad

Write anything that comes to your mind in regard to this picture.

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Tell The Story Challenge # 6

I am tagged by Kristian of the lesson from around the dinner table to tell a story about the picture above.

The birthday party was done and over with. Samual was so excited that he couldn’t wait to open his presents.

” Not so fast, young man” came his mom’s voice from the kitchen, where she was busy in cleaning up the mess left by sixteen nine year olds. ” But mom, I want to open my presents first” cam Sam’s whine. “First you will help me in cleaning up the living room and then we can sit together and open the presents” Samuel dragged his steps over to where his mom was busy putting away stuff. He was a bit miffed about the presents but since he was a good little guy, he soon was doing his fair share of the tidying up. The last item to take care were the balloons, which were hanging in the living room.

“Mom, can’t we keep them around for a few days?” ” We’ll my dear, you can see that they are already loosing air and were drooping. And the are very much in the way. Let’s get them down and clean up the place”. Together the took down the colorful balloons and the took those and the garbage bags to put in the dumpster near their apartment.

That evening the squirrels had a strange rubbery snack to nibble on!

Written for ;

Tell the story Challenge

My photo prompt is;

Photo Credit: William Webb

I am tagging;

1. I tripped over a stone

2. Tao Talk

3. Paeansunplugged

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Dainty

“Let me introduce you to the love of my life. Her name is Dainty“Mark was showing off his new sailboat to his friend, Peter. “Wow, this is a beauty” Peter was thoroughly impressed. ” And when are you going on your maiden voyage?” Mark smiled joyfully and told him that he is going on coming Sunday. “I want to satisfy my wanderlust, go and sail across the ocean and visit the places I always wanted to” . Peter wanted to know all the details of Mark’s up coming adventure. ” Hey buddy, please stop this barrage of questions. I will give you an itinerary of my trip. In case there is no news of me for next month, you can report my disappearance to the authorities” Mark said jokingly.

It was exactly a month later that Peter got in touch with the maritime authorities reporting a missing man and boat while sailing the Pacific Ocean.

Written for the following;

Your daily word prompt;

Dainty

RDP;

Wanderlust

FOWC;

News

Word of the day challenge;

Barrage

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Three Things Challenge was # 29-2019

A beautiful painting hung in the foyer. The guests to the hotel were usually very interested in it and often stopped to admire it. The hall porter had the story pat. It was the painting of the elf queen, Sallavana. She was the beloved wife of the King who ruled in the middle ages. This piece of art was painted by the court appointed painter, Jacob. As the story went the queen fell in love with the painter and they tried to leave the castle in the dead of night but were caught by the king’s guards. The king banished the painter and imprisoned his queen in the dungeons. It is said that the queen perished in those dungeons, alone and friend less. The castle was later converted to this beautiful luxury hotel. The ghost of the queen is said to haunt the castle on moonlit nights.

Written for;

3TC

story, elf, art

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Photo credit: Google photos