Fandango Flash Fiction Challenge #9

So now it’s time for ninth weekly Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge. The image below is from AdnaeInviere at DeviantArt.com.

The workshop was at the back of an old, rundown building. And Peter was the only person ever seen there. He was a gifted clock maker and used to have his own smart little shop in the affluent part of the town. But then the new trend of digital watches caught on and later people mostly stopped owning watches because everyone had a cell phone which made a watch redundant.

Now Peter kept his own company in the little derelict workshop, doing something with old watches, but nobody knew what. Then one day he had a very interesting visitor. He came in the evening, near nightfall. The big limousine stopped near the building and a well dressed gentleman stepped out of it. He told his chauffeur to wait outside and went in to the workshop. Peter was expecting him. As he entered, wasting no time on pleasantries, he asked if the item he ordered was ready. Peter went and fetched a big box and held it out to the man.” I think you should make the payment first,Sir” The man arrogantly took out a wad of bank notes and handed them to Peter without bothering to count.

He opened the box and looked keenly at the octopus like object inside the box.”So this is the clock of doom” he said. “Are you sure it will perform the function properly?” ” Of course sir. You just have to wind it up in the right way and it will annihilate the target in a few minutes” replied Peter with pride.

Written in response to:

Fandango Flash Fiction Challenge #9

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Weekend Writing Prompt #101

A word prompt to get your creativity flowing this weekend.  How you use the prompt is up to you.  Write a piece of flash fiction, a poem, a chapter for your novel…anything you like.  Or take the challenge below – there are no prizes – it’s not a competition but rather a fun writing exercise.  If you want to share what you come up with, please leave a link to it in the comments.

Word Prompt

Charlatan

Hey, you

You charlatan,

You fraud you sham

Taking the money from us

And delivering nothing in return

It has worked in the past but not anymore

We now are wise to your antics and tricks

So don’t be surprised that there are no pigeons to pluck

The innocents have become sharp, astute

We have learned our lesson so no more!

Exactly;61 Words

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Weekend Writing Prompt #101

Writing Prompt #15

When it rains, it pours; Case in point…..

This is appropriate to describe the last week for our family. On Monday last, my first granddaughter was born, my daughter’s daughter. I previously have a grandson, my elder daughter’s son but this little angel was the first girl.

Then on Wednesday night, my daughter in law and my son had their first baby, a boy. So it was pouring babies in our family last week. The two babies are born two days apart and resemble each other too much. In fact they look like twins.

A moment of gratitude for us all!

Written in response to;

Writing Prompt #15

By Sarah Elizabeth Moore

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What’s my story then?

 

 

 

 

“The Garden Light and The King”

Using the image above and the title below it “The Garden Light and The King” can you create a 100 –  300 words story or poem?

 

 

The old castle stood empty and forgotten. Sometimes people new to the area visited it out of curiosity but it was not a famous landmark, so these visitors were sporadic. There wasn’t much knowledge about the history of this place and neither any historian had bothered to dig in its past to discover its origin. The only known fact was that it belonged to the highland clan of McDonald’s at one time in the 17th century and as the clan had shifted to other location, the castle had been abandoned since.What happened in the abandoned castle at night was not know to the people around it or their interest would have been awoken.

As the castle was away from the local town, in a secluded area, there were no witnesses who could observe the strange going ons in the night. At exactly 10 pm at night, the garden light outside the castle tower would come on by itself. It was an old fashion oil lamp, which would lit up as the church clock would be heard chiming the hour. After a while the door would creak open and a light music could be heard coming from the room beyond that door. The music would grow louder with time and then if anyone was there they could have recognized that the highland pipes were being played. Typical reels could be heard and it seemed as if a lot of people were dancing to the music inside the castle. This would go on till wee hours of the night and then gradually a silence would descend on the castle and the light in the garden would go out. The door to inner sanctum would close softly till the whole scene would be repeated next day.

No one would know of the parties that took place in the castle, hosted by the king and attended by his people, all of them long dead!

 

Written in response to a prompt by Rory of A Guy Called

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Stream of Consciousness Saturday April 13/2019

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “lip.” Use it as a word, or find a word with “lip”in it. As always, use any way you’d like. Enjoy!

Giving the lip!

The problem with our young generation is that they don’t give enough respect to their parents and teachers. They would often give you the lip, and when you enquire about this slip, they will inform you in clipped accent that they are just stating their opinions.

The conversation between these youngsters can often, as an edited version, can go much like this ……” what the blip ….blip…..blip…….”

This conversation is enough to drive me outdoors, equipped with my clippers, wearing my slippers to spend some time away in the peaceful natural environment, where I find my bed of beautiful tulips. Which soothe my soul.

Written in response to;

Stream of Consciousness Saturday April 13/19

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Reena’s Exploration Challenge #82

This week, Reena has given us this challenge. She says;

PROMPT

I am not a fatalist. I’m not obsessed with darkness. Yet, a landmark development in astronomy this week inspires me to remain on the periphery of the theme, but not get sucked inside.

Credit: NASA, BBC News

Image credit: NASA andBBC News

See if you can explore the science, give it a new twist,write a fairy tale or fables around it, or give it a totally new meaning. Blackholes do not exist only in space. Many of us have those in our minds, when we cut ourselves off from the world.

FOR THE NEW ENTRANTS

There is no restriction on the length or format of thepiece. Write a post on your blog, and link it up here with a pingback, orcopy-paste the blog link in Comments.

I eagerly await your responses.

What is a black hole?

The recently released image of the black hole has the world in an uproar. There are much speculation about this black hole. The sheer magnitude of this entity makes us wonder what else is out there in the distant night sky that we yet have to discover or witness. It’s something that was speculated upon for a lot of years and there are a number of sci-fi movies and TV series based upon the certainty of this scientific phenomenon.

Black hole is described as an area of space where the gravity is so strong that not even particles of light can escape from it. This photographic evidence can lead to further exciting discoveries in this field!

After Reena posted this picture, I got some information from BBC about this image.

( Astronomers have taken the first ever image of a black hole, which is located in a distant galaxy.

It measures 40 billion km across – three million times the size of the Earth – and has been described by scientists as “a monster”.

The black hole is 500 million trillion km away and was photographed by a network of eight telescopes across the world.

Source: BBC world )

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Reena’s Exploration Challenge #82

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Tale Weaver #218–Blogging April 11/2019

 

 

This week Michael has given us the prompt Blogging.

He says;

This week write about your blogging experiences.

What does blogging mean to you?

What for you are the highs and lows?

You can tell your story in a factual way or tell it as a story.

Go where the prompt leads you and have fun.

Please limit your responses to a maximum of 500 – 600 words

Link your tales using the linking tool below.

What does blogging means to me

The moment I start to blog, it seems to me

I have entered a world of beautiful landscapes

I read wonderful stories and tales of adventures

I get wisdom from the sages and quotes of philosophers

My imagination soars to the sky as I ponder on new ideas

I put my thoughts into words and stories and rhymes emerge

There comes a kind word or remark from a friend

Encouraging, building up my confidence and skill

It is my beautiful world of blogging!

Written in response to;

Tale Weaver #218–Blogging April 11/19

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Thursdays Photo Prompt-Decisions #WritePhoto

Sue Vincent

has give us this Photo Prompt this week.

Use the image below as inspiration to create a post on your own blog… poetry, prose, humour… light or dark, whatever you choose, by noon (GMT)  Wednesday 17th April  and link back to this post with a pingback to be included in the round-up.  There is no word limit and no style requirements, except to keep it fairly family friendly.

 

The journey took too long

The road was bumpy and difficult

They thought that they would overcome

All the hurdles fate threw at them on this voyage

But when it came to the decision on which path to take

It tore their relationship apart for they couldn’t agree

Whether to take the road to the eternal bliss going through

The forest of thorny obstacles and stumbling roadblocks of life

Or to cruise along the insipid flat lands of uneventful routine existence

Written in response to;

Thursdays Photo Prompt-Decisions #WritePhoto

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50 Words Thursday #15

Hosted by Kristian

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:

And the words:

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

The visit

“Ah! The Wonder House! Can any enter?” Stacy squeaked in excitement, as she stood in front of the little store selling oriental treasures. It had statues of all kinds and sizes. Stacy had come on a holiday to Honk Kong with her husband and they were exploring the tourist attractions when she had spotted this quaint little shop, called “The Wonder House”. Rob wasn’t too keen on buying stuff for which they would have to find space, first in their luggage and later in their home, but he humored her and they entered the shop.

The shop keeper was a man of undetermined age. He showed whatever Stacy pointed too and gave a brief history of that object. Suddenly Stacy spotted a tiny jade Buddha in a corner and asked to be shown it. The man seemed reluctant to comply but on their insistence he brought it out and placed it on the counter. “Sir I must warn that this statue is not for everyone. It has some powers attached to it which cannot be controlled by everyone” This statement piqued Stacy’s interest and she bought it after a lot of bargaining.

Nobody’s heard from the couple since.

Word count; 200

Written in response to;

50 Words Thursday #15

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Twittering Tales week 131

Photo by Adhitya Andanu at Pexels.co

For this week, a rainy airport (Photo by Adhitya Andanu at Pexels.com) sets the stage for your tale. Can’t wait to see your thoughts, in 280 characters or less of course. See you in a week at the round up!

The rain was making things difficult for the travelers. A delay was announced yet again in the flight time. Mum and dad were both tired of waiting in the lounge but Sally’s excitement knew no bounds as she knew that she was going to meet her grandparents at the end of the journey. She was the epitome of a well behaved child.

Character count:261

Twittering Tales #131 – 9 April 2019

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