FFfAW Challenge-Week of November 28, 2017 – Charles Fortesque-Smyth

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When the wise old witch said, she would teach him a lesson she wasn’t kidding. Charles Fortesque-Smyth was an abuser, a user and a refuser.

He quickly discovered being grasshopper was no fun at all. Especially when he was placed in an aquarium with the most ghastly purple stones. “I’m a grasshopper,” he thought, “not a Rockhopper.”

Starvation was staring him in the face, and he knew he had a face that most likely deserved to be starved.

To make it worse, his skin had gone a pasty green and threatened to go more pastel that he would have liked. Through the glass, he saw his family tucking into their Sunday lunch just as the eldest showered him with a weed he’d pulled from the garden.

The weed was sinewy, tasteless and of no nutritional value. He wondered if he jumped he could escape his glass prison.

He leapt high, and on his descent, he saw the cat below, jaws agape.

“Oh no,” he uttered.

The family saw only the cat licking its lips.

 

Written for: https://flashfictionforaspiringwriters.wordpress.com/2017/11/27/fffaw-challenge-week-of-november-28-2017/

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Photo Challenge #190 – Neptune’s Breakfast.

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“They don’t like it up ‘em, you know,” said Neptune as he sat at the breakfast table slavering large dollops of butter on his toast. “When you got a trident, you can really give it to them.”

They looked across the table at a man who was allegedly a Roman God and seemed to relish the impact his trident, of all things, had on the ones he inflicted it upon.

“You know the Titanic? Sunk in the Atlantic? That was me. News was floating about the seas that there was this new ship that was unsinkable. Well, I showed them it was.”

“You sunk the Titanic?” asked the pimply faced boy sitting opposite him.

“Indeed I did. A bit disappointing really as the iceberg got all the credit. Could you fill my coffee please?”

“But a lot of people died when that happened.”

“Couldn’t be helped I had to prove nothing was going to sail the seas greater than me. Pass the jam please.”

Neptune filled his mouth with toast and munched away oblivious to the looks of dismay from around the table.

 

Written for: https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2017/11/28/photo-challenge-190/

 

 

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Twittering Tales #60​ – 28 November 2017

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Biting winds, icy roads
Sluggish could think of better places to be
Pulling a carriage in this weather was crazy
he longed for his blanket and a bucket of oats.
Behind him, George swore at kids throwing snowballs at them.
Sluggish slowed, turned and gave them a dirty look.

 

Written for: https://katmyrman.com/2017/11/28/twittering-tales-60%e2%80%8b-28-november-2017/

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Wot I Shot Wednesday

As summer is coming down my way the sun rises early and so this morning i took myself off on a walk before the heat of the day arrived.

There is a wonderful tranquility about the early morning.

The deserted car park, the flowers blooming through the fence, the peacefulness of the Morten Bay Figtrees.

So today there is some tranquility and some colour.

If you’d like to contribute Wot you shot on your Wednesday please add your link in the comment section.

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Wordle #180 – Oscitant Behaviour

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This week’s words: Collapse Reform Oscitant ((adj.) yawning, as with drowsiness; gaping. drowsy or inattentive, dull, lazy, negligent,  malaise Strand Syncretism ((n.) the attempted reconciliation or union of different or opposing principles, practices, or parties, as in philosophy or religion.) Warren Barrel Catch Tough Tendency Uncanny Vertebra

He knew he was near collapse when the news came that he was once again in the wrong. His oscitant behaviour had been pointed out loud and clear, and he felt the triggers of the past kick in.

He and his sister had long been at logger heads in their respective syncretistic views on life. What was his from the past she considered hers in the present and how dare he sell off what she considered her right to say otherwise.

He had tried to reform his reactions, but it didn’t take much for him to find the malaise overwhelming him. He knew he needed to toughen up before being caught again by her bile being spit his way.

Show some backbone he heard his long-dead mother say to him, stiffen those vertebrae and point out your rights are as valid as hers.

But so often he found himself stranded within his own emotions and slunk down into the warren of hiding places he knew he could access when needed.

It was uncanny he told himself how you heard nothing for so long then the moment you thought it was all clear there was this tendency for the news to travel seemingly mysteriously to her ears and she was on the warpath instantly.

He’d find himself in a barrel of self-imposed anxiety desperately thinking of how to placate and get out of the situation and preserve some sort of dignity.

Emerging from his warren of isolation he considered the peace offering he’d make this time.

 

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Reena’s Exploration Challenge #Week 14

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This weeks prompt gave me much to think about. On the one hand, you could argue that as I am now retired aspirations as such no longer matter, employment-wise. It’s more about enjoying each day as it comes past.

So, I’ll look at each section and see what conclusions I come to.

Strengths: Resilience is one. Health issues can be debilitating at any time but when you are ageing the problem is exacerbated because you want a quality of life that will sustain you and allow you to exercise some of your goals, such as travel and relationship.

So, I combine that with determination. I listen to all of my medical people, and I determine to follow their advice based on their experience in their respective fields. I do so knowing some days I will fail miserably and when I do it’s about recognising not just the failure but why you did so. Then it’s about picking yourself up, give yourself a good talking to and determine the next day to do better. I should point out that I don’t berate myself to the point of giving up, I do believe we have to be kind to ourselves when we recognise our weaknesses.

Opportunities: Sometimes it’s just recognising an opportunity when it comes past. It doesn’t mean the opportunity to climb tall mountains or explore the Antarctic wildness’s, but often it can be about seeing internal opportunities where your brain might be challenged. So often we become creatures of habit, and as such we become resistant to change and or challenge.

For example, this prompt for me is an opportunity to explore aspects of myself that I might not otherwise give a lot of thought to. Things I might take for granted.

I think the best opportunities are those that fire your imagination, that motivate you to do something about them, that offer you change in your daily life you are more than willing to embrace.

Aspirations: For me, it’s about staying motivated to do the things I find most enjoyable. Engaging with people who have had different life experiences, listening to them and learning from them, after all, you are never too old to learn something.

I’d love to engage in the physical nature of love again. Being alone is not always the fun place to be, being able to share things in life you find enjoyable and fulfilling with another person I think would add a richness to those experiences.

Results: Well I’m still alive, so that’s one result I think I am happy to report on. I think being able to write as I do and on occasion find a fellow blogger who has enjoyed what I have written is a plus as well.

The ability to engage with people and find they are interested in what I have to say and not run ‘screaming’ from my presence…

I think too the relationships I have nurtured with my children serve me in good stead as today I know if I need them they will come to my aid.

 

In lots of ways I know my life is ‘soaring’, I am grateful for what I have in life as I know I am lucky to have reasonable health and a roof over my head.

 

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Saturday Mix – Double Take, 25 November 2017

Our first homophone set this week is:

bolder – more courageous
boulder – large rock

Our second set of homophones is:

flew – past tense of fly
flu – short for influenza
flue – chimney pipe

The McScrooge’s hated the idea of Christmas. It was in their DNA and they could do little each year but block up the flue with a boulder and wait out the Christmas period praying as it flew by that the flu-like illness they felt from the festivities around them would abate enough for them to remove the boulder once the period of good will to all men had passed. Feeling bolder they packed their bags and boarded a plane that flew them to cooler climes.

 

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Weekend Writing Prompt #30 – Journey

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Write a story in 50 words about going on a journey.

Bags packed, GPS programed, the old Ford coughs into action, stutters gathering momentum as we back out the drive and point it west for the long journey home.

Windows wound down, breezes in our faces, the miles pass by, the heat builds. Parched by days end, we arrive at Grandmas.

 

Written for: https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2017/11/25/weekend-writing-prompt-30-journey/

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Thursday photo prompt – Bleak – #writephoto

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Hannon was the last man to die on the last day of the battle. It was most unfortunate for he stuck his head out just as the last shell arrived and there only remained a small red stain on the concrete on which he had been standing.

As he had literally been scattered to the four winds death bypassed his soul and his ghost was all that remained and found itself stuck inside what was left of the building they had all been sheltering in.

So, his life was indeed bleak, no prospect of change as far as he could tell and when the storms blew in, he felt the cold as never before, he hated being wet as he didn’t think ghosts felt anything or got themselves wet. His non-life was full of revelations he told himself as another visitor stubbed his cigarette out on the window ledge where he was sitting.

He had grown to dislike the hordes of visitors who came each year during the summer and crowded in pushing him up against the walls and leaving their offensive body odour lingering until the north-easterly breeze sprang up and pushed it out of his space.

So as the summer approached, the warm weather and the flies, the tourists, their smells and their rubbish, he wondered if in fact, he was in hell.

 

Written for: https://scvincent.com/2017/11/23/thursday-photo-prompt-bleak-writephoto/

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#LyricalFictionFriday – “Back It Up” #fictionfriday #marquessachallenge

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This week’s prompt: Don’t look for what you don’t want to find…”

The girl at the table opposite, surrounded by gabbling friends was not engaged rather looking distant as if there were major issues on her mind.

The more I glanced over, the more I wondered what it was that was bothering her. Every so often she would smile faintly and nod as if in agreement but rarely did I see her add anything to the seemingly rapid conversation happening around her.

The more I watched, the more my mind worked overtime trying to conjure the problem that was obviously weighing her down.

To make it worse, she was an extremely attractive girl and that she appeared unhappy was not in keeping with the beautiful woman I was observing.

I turned back to my own meal and joined in the conversation around me and by the time I took a second to glance over towards her she had gone. I thought maybe a toilet break? But she didn’t return, and I further speculated as to her situation.

But as I was leaving I stepped near to her table, still occupied by her talkative friends, and heard snippets of conversation about her situation, a mother dying and her having to travel across country when she and her mother had been estranged for so long.

I felt sorry for her circumstance but pleased it wasn’t life-threatening for her.

 

Written for: https://marquessamatthews.com/2017/11/23/marquessachallenge-back-it-up-fictionfriday-music-prompt/

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