50 Words Thursday #38

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.

So here is the picture for this week:

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And the Words: “Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul;” – Moby Dick by Herman Melville. 64

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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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A train journey

Crimson’s Creative Challenge #44

Photo Prompt;

This story is written in response to two prompts.

Crimson’s Creative Challenge -CCC#44

And

50 Words Thursday # 37

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A train journey

It had been ages since I had traveled by train. But the town I was to go to start my new job was more accessible by train. I booked my seat, waiting for it with pleasant anticipation.

The train was on time and initially the journey, quite uneventful. It was an hour into the trip, that I am rudely awakened from my reverie by a loud noise . When I look around, I see a turbulence outside my window. I instinctively plunge my hand out the open window. I feel a strong pull on my hand. I gasp and jerk my hand back, but it’s too late. The force which is creating the turbulence has me in its grip and pulling strongly. I try to anchor myself to something but I cannot get a good enough grip. Next thing I see is Earth receding far into a speck.

Word count: 150

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50 Words Thursday # 37

Photo Prompt;

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And the words:

I gasp and jerk my hand back, but it’s too late.” – The Archived – Victoria Schwab

Deb is the host of 50 Words Thursday this week

And

Crispina Kemp is the host of CCC

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50 Words Thursday #36

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:

https://debbiewhittam.wordpress.com/2019/09/05/50-word-thursday-35-the-results/

So, now to this weeks challenge:

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:

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And the Words: “He built his fires in a thousand places and slept on the banks of rivers. The grass grew over his tracks, but he knew where they were when he came again.” – The Shiralee by D’arcy Niland

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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.

When he had left he had built his fires in a thousand places and slept on the banks of rivers. The grass grew over his tracks, but he knew where they were when he came again. Even though now everything was changed. Somethings never did!

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Word count: 100

In response to;

50 Words Thursday #36

A Prompt by; Kristian

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50 Words Thursday #35

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:

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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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50 Words Thursday #34

This week’s challenge:

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:

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And the words:

“What had happened to him at that moment was what happens to people when they are unexpectedly caught in something very shameful.” – Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy. 227

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Nickolas went past this wall every day. He had lots of memories associated with this building. The tall tower of the church reminded him of his fall from grace. How he had succumbed to temptation and lost to worldly desire, his lifelong dream of entering the clergy. What had happened to him at that moment was what happens to people when they are unexpectedly caught in something very shameful. He was paying the price by trying to make up for his lapse. Everyday to atone for his sins, he would find someone who needed his help and did the needful.

Word count: 100

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In response to;

50 Words Thursday #34

A Prompt by Kristian

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50 Words Thursday #33

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:

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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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50 Words Thursday #32

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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50 Words Thursday #30

Image by janrye from Pixabay

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:

I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.

J.K. Rowling, The Prisoner of Azkaban

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The water is swirling around my legs almost to my knees now. I sit here contemplating my life. There are times when I could say that I solemnly swear that I am up to no good. But today a certain melancholic feeling has gripped my mind. I am facing the last few moments of my life as the water is rising inch by inch. All the wrong deeds that I did for money and personal gain proved futile as now nothing and no one can help or save me. I am going to drown in a ocean of my sins.

Word count: 100

In response to;

50 Words Thursday #30

A Prompt by Teresa

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50 Words Thursday # 29 -A distraction needed

and here are the words:

“Ellen tended to be insecure and worried. And it seemed as if in recent years she had mostly worried about losing her looks.” – Michael Crichton – Jurassic Park.

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Ellen tended to be insecure and worried. And it seemed as if in recent years she had mostly worried about losing her looks, that’s why Bob thought that a visit to the museum of natural history may take her mind off this perpetual worry. What he had not taken into account was the display of how the people lived in prehistoric times. She took one look at it and immediately started comparing her physique to that of the cave-women. He regretted his choice and thought he should have taken her to McDonalds, where most of the people are overweight.

Word count; 100

In response to;

50 Words Thursday # 29

A Prompt by; Kristian of Tales from the mind of Kristian

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50 Words Thursday #27

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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