50 Words Thursday #12

“You’d better hurry.”

Natasha Tarpley, The Harlem Charade.

Teams were ready to start the race. Edward was one of the favorites for the medal. Hurdles was his forte. He had trained long and hard for this event, because it was his chance to prove to his critics that he could win this race. He would prove that with his Autism, he was a really good athlete. His parents dropped him off at the venue for the competition and as mothers are, she could resist hurrying him, you’d better hurry, you don’t want to be late today.

And it was the day he got his first gold medal, finally.

Word count; 100

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50 words Thursdays #11

And here are the words:

The rigid formality of the place suffocated her – Vanity Fair by William Makepeace Thackeray. 

She stepped into the old building. It was a beautifully constructed place but the rigid formality of the place suffocated her. She felt alien here. She turned around to go out of the royal throne room. Outside in the palace garden she took a deep breath. Ah! This was more her milieu. She enjoyed the natural beauty, the bounty of beautiful flowers brought here from all over the world. The gardens were so pleasing, the air coolly refreshing and the blue waters of the Bosporus gave you the ultimate feeling of being in paradise. This was where she really belonged.

Word count; 100

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50 Words Thursday #10

Teresa of The Haunted Wordsmith is co-hosting the 50 Words Thursday:

Rules:
**Find the muse within the photo or line provided and follow where it leads. It can be a story, anecdote, poem. Anything!
**Story must be between 50 and 250 words, in 50 word increments.
**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!

This week’s prompt:

Though the panther was found of acrobatic activities, he wasn’t going to share his space with this slimy green frog. It was time to get rid of the greeny.

“How about it, if you just disappear from my line?”He said

The frog, though of a humble nature wasn’t going to allow the panther to walk all over him. “I am sorry, pal but this is free line and anyone can use it”

The irate panther decided to teach the frog a lesson.” You are right, froggy. Let’s swap places so that you can move the other way”

The frog let go of one hand to move to the other side of the panther. Panther expertly kicked him and away went the poor frog flying into the garden grass. But going on this aerial journey, at the last minute he made a grab for the tail of the panther. Oops!

Word count; 150

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50 Words Thursday # 9

50 Word Thursdays

The rules
1 The completed piece must be in multiples of 50 words – a maximum of 250 words. Anything is acceptable – poetry, story, anecdote.
2 There will be a photo and a random phrase that I will take from the current book I am reading – you can use either or both
3 Please pingback and tag 50WordThurs so I can do a summary.

As you may be aware, I have taken over hosting this challenge that Deb Whittam used to host but decided to move on to new things. I am now co-hosting this competition, taking it in turns with Teresa, The Haunted Wordsmith. Last week was her turn, click the link below to see her challenge, and check out the links to the entries.

 

And here are the words:

“They travelled in comfortable companionship, talking about their daily lives.” – Tears of the Giraffe by Alexander McCall Smith

They looked like us, average and nothing to differentiate them from other humans. They travelled in comfortable companionship, talking about their daily lives with their traveling companions. They fooled most people into thinking that they could be trusted. And nobody connected them to the disappearance of the tourist traveling alone.

Word count;50

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50 Words Thursday #8

The prompt;

“Fooling, fooling, too much fooling.” (Astrid Lindgren, Pippi Longstocking)

Rules:

1. Find the muse within the photo or line provided and follow where it leads. It can be a story, anecdote, poem. Anything!

2. Story must be between 50 and 250 words, in 50 word increments.

3. Link back to this post with the tag 50WordThurs so that everyone can find it, or post your response in the comments below.

4. HAVE FUN!

A strange passion he had, dressing up as a clown, and putting on the face too

A mask of happiness, a cheerful demeanor

Eyes sparkling with merriment and wearing a wide joyous smile

He would ask them to be merry with him

Share the gaiety and delight of the lighthearted fun

There was a hidden grief that he showed to none

Believing that his smile was deceiving those he wanted to please

The heart was breaking and the tears burning the eyes to escape

But always the iron control over his emotions

Fooling, fooling, too much fooling he would cry

Word count; 100

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50 words Thursdays #7

The rules
1 The completed piece must be in multiples of 50 words – a maximum of 250 words. Anything is acceptable – poetry, story, anecdote.
2 There will be a photo and a random phrase that I will take from the current book I am reading – you can use either or both
3 Please pingback and tag 50WordThurs so I can do a summary.

And here are the words: From the moment we saw him most of us lived in dread of him. – Private Peaceful by Michael Morpurgo.

After an exhaustive search he found the perfect woman to sit as his model. The creative process was long and grueling for both the artist and the model. But the concept on which he was working was indeed an unusual one and needed an extreme degree of precision. The pressure was causing him to be very short-tempered and he would flare up at the least provocation. From the moment we saw him most of us lived in dread of him and his accursed temper. But we put up with all his tantrums because he was creating something beautiful.

She had to be a symbol. The strength of the woman he was molding his creation on, had to be as phenomenal as her powers were rumored to be. So he made her pose for his sculpture for long hours, under unfavorable conditions. But the woman he had selected was not as strong as he wanted. She wilted under the pressure, standings under the blazing hot sun or the pouring rain. He would scold her, cajole her and outright order her to model in a variety of poses for his sculpture. The end result was amazing, but she quit on him.

Word count; 200

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50 Words Thursdays #6

Rules:

1. Find the muse within the photo or line provided and follow where it leads. It can be a story, anecdote, poem. Anything!

2. Story must be between 50 and 250 words, in 50 word increments.

3. Link back to this post with the tag 50WordThurs so that everyone can find it, or post your response in the comments below.

4. HAVE FUN!

“The colors of the world are changing, day by day.” Les Miserables.

Rows upon rows of colors

Enticing and inviting me

To touch, to smell and please

All my senses with this bouquet

Swaying in the wind, the colors

Of the world are changing day by day

My mind is trying to fathom this change

Has the world changed altogether or not?

Word count=50

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50 words Thursdays #5

And here is the phrase: Through April, May and into June there was no word of John, Ross, Giles and the others. 

The rules
1 Completed piece must be in multiples of 50 words – maximum of 250 words. Anything is acceptable – poetry, story, anecdote.
2 There will be a photo and a random phrase that I will take from the current book I am reading – you can use either or both

They were friends since school. Their adventures were usually harebrained and childish, but none of them wanted to grow up. But now their mad adventures were catching up with them. John had a fractured arm bone, which was healing albeit slowly. And Ross now had a bad knee. They were after all now in their fifties.

So they decided to pull their last job. It was going to be a bank heist. They parked the getaway car in the alley at the side of the bank, which was maned by Giles. Wearing the masks, they had purchased from a Halloween costume store, and waving their toy guns they managed to deprive the bank of a lot of cash, to the tune of a few hundred thousand dollars. As they exited the bank, Giles drove up and they all piled up in the old beaten down sedan. The job had gone perfectly, except one complication. Jack, their leader tripped, while leaving the bank and the rest of the gang didn’t wait for him. He was arrested and through April, May and into June there was no word of John, Ross, Giles and the others. The police is still looking for them.

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Word count= 200

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50 Words Thursday’s # 4

This week the prompts are provided by Teresa of The Haunted Wordsmith

Rules:

1. Find the muse within the photo or line provided and follow where it leads. It can be a story, anecdote, poem. Anything!

2. Story must be between 50 and 250 words, in 50 word increments.

3. Link back to this post with the tag 50WordThurs so that everyone can find it, or post your response in the comments below.

4. HAVE FUN!

“Maybe I needed to learn to stay more alert when traveling in a foreign country” – Lisa Bullard, Turn Left at the Cow.

Hank was a traveler. Though he hadn’t left home till now but in his mind, he always had been a traveler. After a life lived serving his bosses, fulfilling his family’s requirements and doing all that was expected of him, the time had come to live his dream of traveling.

He sat, looking at the map, planning his trip. He was going to the site indicated on the map. The map was of a special magical place grandpa had told him when he had handed it to him. A part of earth very few people knew about. He would find it, Hank wowed to himself. It was going to be the adventure of a lifetime.

But it was a very arduous journey. It took him to the unknown lands. He should not have ignored the finely written instructions by his grandfather on the bottom of the map. Hank did reach the lost land, and he found the hidden treasures that were promised. “Maybe l needed to learn to stay more alert when traveling in a foreign country” Was the thought in his mind when he sat in the prison, accused of stealing the national historic artifacts from the Aztec remains.

Word count: 200

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50 words Thursdays # 3

The rules
1 Completed piece must be in multiples of 50 words – maximum of 250 words. Anything is acceptable – poetry, story, anecdote.
2 There will be a photo and a random phrase that I will take from the current book I am reading – you can use either or both
3 Please pingback and tag 50 word Thursday, so I can do a summary on the Thursday morning. You can either put your piece in the comments on this post or do a post of your own.

And here is the phrase to include: ‘Although it was a simple thing to be doing, something strange was happening.’

In between the places;

Although it was a simple thing to be doing, something strange was happening as Jack stepped in the alley at the back of the apartment block. The space which had looked narrow and dark at first, seemed to be expanding into a wide ally. He rubbed his eyes to make sure that he wasn’t dreaming. He decided to go ahead and explore the scene before him. There was a gentle climb, the road ascending into a higher level. At the end there was the gingerbread house that had always appeared in his dreams. He finally had found his dream house.

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Word count; 100 words

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