100 Word Wednesday: Week 39 – The Travellator.

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Holidays were about adventure even if it meant imagining you were putting your life in danger travelling vertical travellators to get from one spot to another.

As I live in a flat country, the prospect of riding a lift to the top of a mountain always filled me with trepidation.

When it stopped halfway, I found it hard to look down and the prospect of being stuck for any length of time was an unpleasant thought.

I clasped the souvenir I’d bought and knew it was the proof I needed to show I had been brave in making the ride.

 

Written for: https://bikurgurl.com/2017/10/04/100-word-wednesday-week-39/

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In Other Words, counterfeit…

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Write a story or poem of 5 Lines or Less using the word counterfeit

 

The shovel slipped into the earth and stopped when it reached pay dirt.

Unearthed was a treasure chest, gold inlays deceiving us of its authenticity.

Opening it we couldn’t believe our eyes.

The glitter and gold mesmerised us.

Then my friend pointed out the counterfeit gold wrapping, it was all a box of chocolates.

 

 

Written for: https://patriciasplace.me/2017/10/04/in-other-words-counterfeit/

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Wot I saw Wednesday

Each Wednesday as it’s a quiet blogging day for me I am going to post a photo I took on a Wednesday and write a short story/explanation about it.

You are welcome to join in and share your Wednesday shots as well.

It could be something you see when you get out of bed.

Your own bleary-eyed face could be included though I know mine could be troubling to some and be not necessarily a good way to start your day.

The shot can be of anything you saw during the day.

Good or bad doesn’t matter as you’ll see with many of my efforts.

I would like you to tell me the story if any about your photo and its backstory if it has one. Try and restrict your enthusiasm to tell me to 100 words.

Here is my image this week.

When the Bank Broke

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This little metal money box was given to me by an elderly neighbour when I was a kid. It came in two pieces and is held together by a bolt through the middle and screwed tight underneath. Unfortunately, in recent times another piece has broken off and so until I can have it repaired it will be a broken bank.

I have two old money boxes, the other is a joe bank, very politically incorrect in this day and age but one I have always valued for its uniqueness.

So what have you shot this Wednesday??

If you’d like to participate put a link to your blog in the comments below. Love to see what you might share.

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Flash Fiction Prompt for Hurricane Relief #Flash4Storms

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Write a piece of flash fiction in 50 words or less with the theme: Help 

It rained like never before. Lisa’s house was in the line of the rising water. She had to get out.

After, friends and strangers came to help clean the mess and rebuild her house. We scraped stinking slime from her walls, she was a beautiful lady, deserving of our help.

 

Written for: https://sarahbrentyn.wordpress.com/2017/10/01/flash-fiction-prompt-for-hurricane-relief-flash4storms/

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Bonus Wordle: Otto and Arks

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This week’s challenging wordle: Thanks Mark for the challenge. Favissa (a cache of sacred objects that are no longer in use) Arkwright  (a skilled craftsman who produces wooden chests or coffers (Arks)) Crimson Corset Delve Cacophony (discordant and mixture of harsh sounds) Imp (a little devil or demon, an evil spirit, or mischievous child) Pyre Reflection Subterfuge Clandestine Flutter

Extra twisted bonus phrase “Someone is walking over my grave.”

 

Otto De Favissa once thought of as a pillar of the church and in himself a sacred object within the vestiges of church life but now deceased and long forgotten, was the first to hear it.

He nudged his deceased companion Nathaniel Arkwright and asked if he had heard it too? Arks nodded in agreement. It was Arks who had manufactured the coffin they were spending their eternity in, both had died together in much the same way they had spent their entire lives, so it was fitting they be buried together.

“I fear someone is walking on our grave,” uttered Otto.

No sooner had he uttered the words then there was a loud thud.

“Now someone’s jumping on our grave,” exclaimed Arks coughing as a small trail of dust seeped through the lid of the coffin.

“It’s that imp, McPherson Corset, up to his usual subterfuge just to make sure we the dead don’t get to rest peacefully.” said Otto sounding his imperious self.

“It’s hardly a cacophony, though is it?” stated Arks, “hardly likely to cause any concerns up top but if he doesn’t let up soon my heart will be all a flutter and you know Otto how much I hate my heart fluttering.”

“Don’t be silly Arks you haven’t got a heart; don’t you remember your sister received it when you passed? There was all that clandestine activity to get it to her before the hospital claimed it?”

“Oh yes, I’m reflecting now it was one of the few good and charitable things I did in my life. Though it was touch and go there for a while when they had us all ready for the pyre, and she saved herself and us from a fiery end.”

There was a silence as Otto reflected on his own past. If he was alive at that very moment, he was sure his face would have turned an unpleasant shade of crimson as he considered the self-indulgent life style he had led.

“We shouldn’t delve too much on the past Arks, we are after all in no position to do anything about it and let’s face it McPherson Corset, low life that he is, can walk, jump and run on our grave for all the good it does him. You made this coffin well Arks, though I think he suspects we took his money with us to the grave.”

At this, the two men laughed in such a way that only the dead can causing McPherson Corset, still walking on their grave, to feel very uneasy as if the very ground beneath him moved in some way.

 

Written for: https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2017/10/02/bonus-wordle/

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Mundane Monday Challenge #129 : Learn Photography

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On our calendar, for today 2nd October is Jordan Home, scratched out as today he and his brother were to return from their trip to New Zealand. Unfortunately, the trip had to be put off until January as Jordan’s brother, was offered an art exhibition in Paris and so time didn’t allow them to go. The day we broke the news to him he scratched out his return date….I think the scratching tells us how he felt at the time. (Today is also my SIL Kerrie’s Birthday)

For: https://trablogger.com/mundane-monday-challenge-129-learn-photography/

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Sunday Writing Prompt #222 – When He Said It..

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It was the sense of elation that she felt for after all she had done for him he had uttered the words she craved to hear:

 

I LOVE YOU.

 

Tonight, she had prepared him a dinner. She had asked all the right questions. Found out the secret to his stomach and he was well pleased which is why she thought he could say:

 

I LOVE YOU

 

She knew there was a chance when they had sat up the whole night. As the dawn arrived, they ventured out into the back field to watch the sun poke its rays through the trees on the edge of their property. He took he hand, held it tight. She knew he would say it soon, those words she craved:

 

I LOVE YOU

Yesterday he took on a picnic, a place above the beach he knew so well. She basked in his warmth, her body she bathed in the warmth of the day, she saw he approved of her form. They wrote their wish list and set it adrift saying in a year they would return and hopefully find the bottle they used. On her note she wrote:

 

I LOVE YOU

 

Elation she thought was such a wonderful place to be. He had kissed her tonight, her mind swam in his odours, she wrapped herself in them wanting to keep them forever with her. She remembered clearly the moment for she had answered him:

 

I LOVE YOU TOO.

 

Alone she reflected, her apprehension in opening herself to him, was it all a fantasy she asked herself, would he come back tomorrow? What did the words mean apart from the tingling in her bits that she wanted to experience again and again. She liked to question her actions, but tonight she wanted to enjoy them.

 

Written for: https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2017/10/01/sunday-writing-prompt-222-dig-in/

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Weekend Writing Prompt #22 – Secret Doorways – A Lot of Ruckus

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At the bottom of the garden and in behind the trellis supporting the climbing roses was a secret doorway hidden but known to us.

Gran had told me about it and had warned that for the most part, it was a place to stay clear of.

She explained the doorway had a door keeper, a small and for the most part obnoxious little man who made it clear entry to the door and beyond was always at his discretion.

Being an adventurous boy, I did go in behind the roses and found the doorway. It did take a bit of manoeuvring to get through, and the cuts on my arms from the rose thorns didn’t make me look any more appealing than usual.

The door was black in colour, as if in need a good paint, and had a black knob which when turned sent a shiver down my spine. As if an electric shock hit me when I turned it.

Within seconds there was a voice: “Who goes there? Who dares disturb my slumber?”

“It’s me, Harry,” I stuttered back unsure of what and who I was to encounter.

“Harry from the house?”

“Yes.”

“What you want?”

“I want to go inside and see what’s there.”

There was a silence which then became a shuffling, and a small, wizened head appeared around the door. The head belonged to a man whose age could best be described as old.

“Nothing to see, just a lot of ruckus,” he replied casting a glance over his shoulder. Then after a moment, he added, “Nothing a boy should have to see.”

Having said that he closed the door and no amount of knocking on my part or turning the knob made any difference.

I gave up eventually and went back up the yard to see if Gran who knew most things could shed some light on this situation.

Gran was none too pleased and suggested I stay away as inside the door was no place for a boy. When I asked her about the ruckus, she laughed and said it was the doorman’s way of saying you weren’t getting in.

I went away to ponder my next move. I knew my inherent curiosity would win over in the end.

 

Written for: https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2017/09/30/weekend-writing-prompt-22-secret-doorways/

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Saturday Mix – Double Take, 30 September 2017

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This week’s homophones: Double Take: straight – not crooked straitnarrow waterway  discussed – talked about disgustsickening

Madam Claire made it clear that the only to ensure success in my new venture was to stick to the straight and narrow.

That meant sailing through the treacherous Straits of Doom towards the Straight Neck whereupon the Straits would narrow just enough to allow me entry to the treasure trove she assured me was awaiting.

We discussed the possibilities of failure, but she was instantly disgusted by my negative attitude and suggested such an attitude would find me straight down the gurgler.

The gurgler was a geological phenomenon in the middle of the Straits designed to give you the most disgusting of experiences by turning your ship into a mush words failed to describe.

After much discussion and preparation, it was decided I would set sail through the Straits on the next high tide to ensure my safe passage.

So, I made moves to get straight to it.

 

Written for: https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2017/09/30/saturday-mix-double-take-30-september-2017%ef%bb%bf/

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Reena’s Exploration Challenge #Week 6 – My Strength.

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What is it that makes you feel powerful? What is that strength which makes your time on this planet worthwhile?

The word powerful is not one I would use about myself as I wouldn’t think of myself in that way. There were times when as a teacher I had to wield some power in the classroom to survive what were some days an ordeal.

I tend to see myself more as a person who tries to be there in the moment, supporting others and trying to understand what it is that is going on.

An example is my attitude to my children. They are a diverse lot of people with as many ideas contrary to mine as you can imagine. But early on I decided the best way for me to be in their lives was to be there for them. Our children never do everything we might like them to but recognising them as individuals who not only reflect their respect upbringings but who also have lives of their own to live, and I have tried to be there for them through all the trials and tribulations they have suffered. And they have from marriage breakdowns to conflicts with their mother and each other they have known I am here for them when they need me.

The ‘reward’ for that, if such a thing exists, has been an ongoing relationship with each of them I wouldn’t change for anything. So, if I was to argue my strength in this world, it’s been supporting my children and their children as well as we all journey through this crazy world.

 

Written for: https://reinventionsreena.wordpress.com/2017/09/29/reenas-exploration-challenge-week-5-2/

 

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