50 Word Thursday #90

Hi Everyone,

Thanks for stopping by and I hope you enjoyed last week’s 50 Word Thursday, you can see the results here at Krisitan blog.  This week I wanted to give you plenty of scope, so I went vague.  I hope you have fun with this combination but first …

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’m looking forward to what these prompts inspire, so here’s the picture:

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And the words:

“You worry me, Catherine. You seem to think you’re quite invincible.” ― Lorraine Heath, In Bed with The Devil

© Deb Whittam 2020

 

MMA Storytime #35

hamburgler

“Helen we’re very impressed with your clear knowledge and extensive experience but we must admit that we do have some reservations.”

“Really, I can’t imagine what.  You would be hard pressed to find a more suitable applicate I would think.”

“Well, yes, you are infinitely qualified, there is no doubt of that, it’s rather the other matter.”

“The other matter?”

“Let us be frank Helen, it’s your referees.”

“My referees?  Well, I‘ll concede I was hesitant to include them, but they were so perfect.”

“Really?”

“Ronald McDonald is the perfect salesman and The Hamburgler, well he knows how to steal.”

100 Word Flash Fiction Challenge #35 – Referee

© Deb Whittam 2020

50 Word Thursday #89

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“What do you call yourself?” the Fawn said at last. Such a soft sweet voice it had!

Monty rolled his eyes, the stuff they were showing kid’s nowdays, it was enough to put a seagull off of his cold chips but at least the kids did come.  Last winter he’d nearly died of starvation!

As the performance came to an end he strutted over, now he’d play his part.

Dutifully he cawed but they all hurried past and confused he frowned, what were those things over their mouths?

Mournfully he eyed the sea; perhaps he’d learn to fish after all.

50 Word Thursday #89

 

© Deb Whittam 2020

 

42 Words #27

Hi All,

Well this week has brought such poetic beauty with Rhen’s choice of 26 I wonder whether we’ve set an unattainable benchmark but before we go and see where Astrid’s selection of 27 will direct us, lets recap POETIC PROSE.

Rhen from Breathing Shallow Poetry

Sadje from Keep It Alive

Jenna from Raspberry Ripples

It was poetic, it was prose but it didn’t have a theme, but don’t worry about that this week for Astrid has selected one hell of a theme for this week, we get head into the clouds and trip the light fantastic and head into …

ROMANCE

So what does romance entail, well I don’t do traditional so it can be any kind of romance you chose.  The romance of chasing your dreams, of chasing you partner, of chasing your dog as it heads into the woods.

You can be romantical in any fashion you like but make it brief, for the limit is 42 words.

Now my mate Charles has thrown the number 42 into the mix for next week but I love getting numbers so keep them coming and yes Jenna I’m looking in your direction here. Post in the comments and make me smile.

GONE 2 3 GONE GONE 6 GONE
8 9 GONE GONE 12 13 GONE
15 16 GONE GONE 19 20 GONE
GONE GONE 24 25 GONE GONE GONE
29 30 31 GONE GONE 34 35
36 GONE 38 39 GONE GONE 42

Here’s my take on this week’s prompt:

It was more than a koala bear could bear.

The sun was setting as he appeared but as he spied her he gaze a hopeful grunt.

Hopeful he began the climb and reaching her side he offered it to her.

Tonight love would be in the branches of the eucalyptus tree.

romance

PS Don’t forget to pingback.

© Deb Whittam 2020

MMA Storytime #34

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As the dust swirl through the air Martin grimaced, he’d been sure that the clouds promised rain but it appeared his hopes were for naught and he sighed in resignation.

The Commander had directed him to move the gi out first thing; though what good a load of galvanized iron would do in the circumstances he had no idea but he was in transporting, it wasn’t his concern.

“Hey you,” Turning Martin saw a man in a trench coat approaching and frowned, it was already steaming hot, “Which way to Siberia?”

It was going to be one of those days.

100 Word Flash Fiction Challenge #34

© Deb Whittam 2020

50 Word Thursday #88 – The Results

Hi All,

So, Week 88 is over and we’re heading into Week 89 and I’m sure you are as excited as I am to see what prompts Kristian has chosen for us this week but first lets go see what fodder last week provided but first …

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.

Here’s the picture:

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And the words,

“One should not allow untoward events to interfere with one’s regular habits or social obligations.” ― Carola Dunn, The Bloody Tower

Rugby43 from The Bag Lady

PCGuyIV from My Author-itis

Rhen from Breathing Shallow Poetry

This is my take on the prompt:

“One should not allow untoward events to interfere with one’s regular habits or social obligations.”

Martin pursed his lips, it seemed like a mighty understatement to him, “Untoward events?”

“The show must go on and all that.”

The other’s jovial tone was mighty annoying when one was staring at the burnt out wreck of one’s car, but it was teeth grinding when your dog had also disappeared.

“Reverend, we ain’t gonna make it to the church in time.”

“The Lord will provide, my dear Martin.”

Lighting a smoke Martin sat down on a rock, stating noncommittedly, “We’ll see ‘bout that.”

 

© Deb Whittam 2020