Kristian is the host of 50 Words Thursday this week.

I am taking it in turns to host this challenge with Deb Whittam of the blog Twenty Four.

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The clapboard storefront near the dike was colorful and interesting. But it was not a place where I would like to live anymore. Every time the water levels rose, the streets were flooded with water and gradually the integrity of these homes was being compromised. It was a disturbing situation and whenever I think about it, I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November it awakens in my soul a sense of dread and my anxiety goes up a notch.

I think I will sell this house before the next rainy season hits.

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Word Count: 100

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I am taking it in turns to host this challenge with Deb Whittam of the blog Twenty Four. Click on the link below to see her post about the results of last weeks challenge:

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In the heat of the day, the dusty road shimmered in the glare. It almost looked like a mirage. It was something which was new. Ten years ago there was just a dirt track here. Coming home was full of nostalgia at how things used to be and wonder at how much they had changed.

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Word count: 100

In response to;

50 Words Thursday #36

A Prompt by; Kristian

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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.

I think this one is going to provide lots of options, so have fun, I’m looking forward to the results.

Here’s the picture:

And the words:

“Provided she did exactly as instructed, she should be able to get it right.” – Agatha Raisin and the Quiche of Death – MC Beaton

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The audience was sitting at the edge of their seats. The show was to start in a little less than a minute. The big screen showed the countdown in seconds. Jennifer was a bit anxious as the ticket she had received had a note attached to it telling her that, Provided she did exactly as instructed, she should be able to get it right. The note was anonymous and she thought it was from Jack, her co-worker who had showed signs of wanting to have a deeper relationship then friendship. But there was no sign of him. She was following the instructions in the note, sitting here with an umbrella and a packed lunch in her basket. Suddenly the screen came to life with a loud bang and an explosion of bright colors. Then unexpectedly there was a shower of colored confetti from the ceiling of the theater which were dipped in some strong smelling liquid. She opened her umbrella and sat waiting for what was coming next. The next event was another pleasant surprise. Jack came and sat on the seat next to her. “How are you enjoying your 3D theatre experience?” He asked her with a grin.

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Word count : 200

In response to;

50 Words Thursday #35

A Prompt by: Deb Whittam

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This week’s challenge:

Word count: 100

In response to;

50 Words Thursday #34

A Prompt by Kristian

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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.

I thought we would have something a bit obscure for this week, so have fun, I’m looking forward to the results.

Here’s the picture:

And the words:

“David knocked on the door that the wizard had returned to its original dilapidated but one piece style,” – Shadow Pack – Marc Daniel

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David knocked on the door that the wizard had returned to its original dilapidated but one piece style and waited for a response. In a few seconds, it was opened and the wizard’s apprentice peeked out. “What do you want now?”

Jack brought forward his hand, clutching the magic beans. “I want to show him these” ” You mean the wizard?” The boy gave him a pitiful glance. “If you can’t say who he is, how will you have a conversation with him?” Jack straighten his shoulders and said in a more confident tone ” Can I talk to the wizard about these magic beans ?”

The boy stepped aside letting Jack enter. The inside was at a stark contrast to the outside and the door. The place was packed with boiling cauldrons and herbs and other magical ingredients. The wizard was brewing some evil smelling potion. Jack hesitantly asked him to change the magic beans for something more powerful because he had to defeat a giant. The wizard laughed at his request and told him that these were going to give him the best help in his fight against the giant.

” You just have to believe in the magic” he told him.

Word count: 200

In response to;

50 Words Thursday #33

A Prompt by; Debbie Whitman

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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 the picture for this week:

And the words:

“Miss Wonderly murmured, “Thank you,” softly as before and sat down on the edge of the chair’s wooden seat.” – The Maltese Falcon – Dashiell Hammett.

Miss Wonderly murmured, “Thank you,” softly as before and sat down on the edge of the chair’s wooden seat. She was a bit embarrassed by the attention that she was receiving. She was just doing what she always did. Trying to run the committees as best as she could. But today they had gathered here to pay tribute to her services to the church and its various committees because she was retiring. She didn’t want to leave but her son had moved to another state and had insisted that she come with his family. It was a wrench for her.

Word count: 100

In response to:

50 Words Thursday #32

A Prompt by Kristian

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Image by Bellinon from Pixabay

Let the wild rumpus start

Maurice Sendak, Where the Wild Things Are

Allan was an animator for children’s books. He loved his job and always came up with the best and the most appropriate images for the stories submitted to him. The authors usually were very pleased with the results and he was doing pretty well too. That was, until one manuscript arrived which completely threw him off his stride. Try as he would, nothing came to his mind.

He read and re-read the opening line ” Let the wild rumpus start and all the alien creatures came out of the forest for the celebrations. And finally he got the right idea!

Word count; 100

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!

In response to;

50 Words Thursday #27

A Prompt by; Teresa of The Haunted Wordsmith

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