50 Word Thursday #100

Hi All,

Here we are at week 100 and aren’t we all excited.  Now I will admit I was a bit stressed about picking a good combination this week but then I thought, these guys want a challenge, nothing easy for them.  So, I’m relaxed but maybe you’re not, anyway before we get onto this week’s challenge let’s first remember to check out Kristian’s blog and the results from last week…

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:

“Something was going on in the borough, something sinister, and he could smell it.”  The Brentford Triangle – Robert Rankin

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50 Word Thursday #99

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She’d looked on so many unlovely places in her life, but this was as lovely as anything she’d ever dreamed, unfortunately it was a deception.

The beautiful flowers perfume burnt ones nostrils, the shrubs bore leaves which tore the skin and barbs which poisoned the flesh and the water was toxic.  Anything which touched it died on contact.

Anne stared at the seeming paradise, it was enough to make most girls run, but she wasn’t any girl.

Anne turned to her Uncle and smiled sweetly, “Thanks Uncle, but your services are no longer required.”

She pushed him into the water.

50 Word Thursday #99

 

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42 Words #20

Howdy Partner’s,

Here in Australia the sun’s shining, the bushfires have commenced and the flies are swarming and that’s a historical greeting for you, right there but this week Ramya has picked a real whopper (Not the hamburger but I’ll continue the pun anyway) for us all to wrap our mouths around but before we set off on that adventure let’s see what history Chelsea’s  12 has produced.

Charles from Potatoes, And The Promise of More Potatoes

Ramya from My Musings

Dave from MMA Storytime

Sadje from Keep It Alive

Lady Lewis

So what is on offer this week?  Will we stare and rub our eyes in disbelief?  Pink elephants weren’t in the mix?  Is there a flaw we must fix?  Did that cow really jump over the moon, perhaps we will know real soon.  For this week’s theme might make us scratch our heads, ok I’ll put the suspense to bed.  This week’s theme is …

MYTH

Myth, I hear you cry, myth, but what myth, when, where and my response is, google it folks:

a traditional story, especially one concerning the early history of a people or explaining a natural or social phenomenon, and typically involving supernatural beings or events.

a widely held but false belief or idea.

If that doesn’t give you options aplenty, I’d be pardoned just like that turkey, so summon up your courage, grab that hammer of Thor’s and knock me down but remember there is a point of no return, 42 words to be precise.

Now, I still have two choices in numbers for the week’s ahead – 38 & 15 – but keep them coming please and though no one said they wanted it, I will keep this challenge going over Christmas so I hope someone will check in to see the theme.

GONE 2 GONE GONE GONE 6 GONE
GONE GONE GONE GONE GONE GONE GONE
15 16 GONE GONE 19 GONE GONE
GONE GONE GONE 25 GONE GONE GONE
29 30 31 GONE GONE GONE GONE
36 GONE 38 39 GONE GONE GONE

Here’s my take on this week’s prompt:

He believed the myth ’til he discovered …

They’d all heard the tale of the big man in red, who crept into your house in the dead of the night, while you were safely tucked in bed, Mark thought wide eyed.

No one had mentioned he wore a tutu though.

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© Deb Whittam 2020

50 Word Thursday #98 – The Results

Hey Everyone,

Here we are yet again at the results for 50 Word Thursday but before we peruse the submissions let’s remember that Kristian will have another round tomorrow and you’ll be able to see it here.

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,

“He took a deep breath and his nostrils flared, almost as if he tried, like a hunting hound, to take my scent.”  The Somnambulist and the Psychic Thief – Lisa Tuttle

My Tryst With Evil – The Wide Blue Yonder

This is my take on the prompt:

Mother told me not to wander off the path.  Mother told me that god wasn’t on my side.  Mother told me adventure was a risk.  Mother told me; if you must folly make it quick.

This day I was tempted by what I saw.  This day I chose to ignore.  This day I wandered off the path.  This day I learnt when not to laugh.

Through the darkness I saw the house.  Through the darkness I crept quiet as a mouse.  Through the darkness I began to run.  Through the darkness I fled undone.

He took a deep breath, his nostrils flared.  He was a hunting hound, I was his hare.  He did not hesitate, he ran full throttle.  He was upon me and I was besotted.

Home is in the darkness.  Home is in his arms.  Home is in eternity.  Home is in the devil’s lair.

I am insane.


© Deb Whittam 2020

 

Lens-Artists Photo Challenge #124

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South Australia

So this week we’re meant to do a comparison between now and then because our lives have changed so much … but have they really?

The sun still rises and sets, the rain still falls from the heavens, we still eat and sleep.

Yes there has been change but in essence everything is still the same.  We still laugh, love, learn and perhaps this is an opportunity not to lament what has changed but rejoice in the fact that right at the core, everything has remained the same.

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Zimbabwe

Lens-Artists Challenge #124 – Now and Then

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42 Words #12

Hi Everyone,

Well here in South Australia its been a bit of a week, so I’ve loved all the fairy tale stories we’ve had.  Thanks to all who participated and before we step back into the annuals of time and see what Chelsea’s pick of 12 has cast forth, let’s go and peruse the offerings for this week.

Ramya from My Musings

Dave from MMA Storytime

Jenna from Raspberry Ripples

Lady Lewis

Ok, so this week I want you all to take a deep breath, for we are all going for a stroll outside our comfort zone with Chelsea’s choice of number 12, but don’t despair because I’m going to incredibly leniant with the definition for this week’s theme of …

HISTORICAL FICTION

So, what exactly is historical fiction?  Well I turned to our old friend google and found this definition:

Historical fiction is a literary genre in which the plot takes place in a setting located in the past. … An essential element of historical fiction is that it is set in the past and pays attention to the manners, social conditions and other details of the depicted period.

As I suspect this might prove a tricky one I have decided that historical fiction can’t be anything from the last week, everything else is historical, so don’t despair, capture a moment and tell us a tale, but remember to keep it brief, I suspect 42 words will be a relief.

Now let me say thanks to Dave, Charles, Ramya  for answering my unsubtle call, for now we have three more choices in the kitty.  Ramya’s 20, Dave’s 38 and Charles’ 15 but I am always happy to accept more suggestions so keep them coming please.

Also please let me know in the upcoming week’s if you want a prompt on the 20th of December.  I am more than happy to post if there will be participants.

GONE 2 GONE GONE GONE 6 GONE
GONE GONE GONE GONE GONE GONE GONE
15 16 GONE GONE 19 20 GONE
GONE GONE GONE 25 GONE GONE GONE
29 30 31 GONE GONE GONE GONE
36 GONE 38 39 GONE GONE GONE

Here’s my take on this week’s prompt:

Don’t shut your eyes when the bullets fly.

Billy had never been one to shy away from danger but as Will lifted his revolver he smiled confidently, hiding his doubts.

As Will fired Billy tried not to flinch.

A thud, a yell, Will’s bulletproof vest had saved his life.

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© Deb Whittam 2020