First Line Friday: September 13th, 2019

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The elevator stopped on the thirteenth floor with a lurch and he stumbled out, shaking his head as he looked back and forth, a dour expression upon his face.

His Mother always accused him of excessive optimism but endeavouring to see the bright side of life had opened many avenues.

Momentarily he considered what lay ahead and the plans he’d been given, then he looked back at the one who stood waiting and decided that this wasn’t beyond his capabilities.

“Ok, I’ll see what I can do but I’m not God you know,” He stated warningly.

Death nodded understandingly.

© Deb Whittam 2019

First Line Friday: September 13th, 2019

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50 Word Thursday #37

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Last week’s episode

Tiny wasn’t known for his attention span, Tiny wasn’t really know for anything but if he’d been known for anything it would’ve been his curiosity.

While his companions turned towards the haze congealing in the centre of the room, he remained at the pot of porridge, watching intently.

He saw Miss Wonderly reach out to touch the boss’s hand.  He saw her fingers change turning to bone.  He saw her gasp then jerk her hand back, but he knew it was already too late.

A fact confirmed when she reached out grasping the Devil’s hand with a confident smile.

© Deb Whittam 2019

There’s still time to take part in 50 Word Thursday #37 if you have the urge.

Twittering Tales #153

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Photo by Nadiya Ploschenko at Unsplash.com

Nora wasn’t a forgiver and she didn’t intend to commence now that she’d been forced to move into the nursing home. They could shove that where the sun didn’t shine, she decided as she glared at the matron.

“Ma’am, it’s only a bit of dust.”

“Then clean it,” Nora stated forcefully.

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© Deb Whittam 2019

Twittering Tales #153

50 Word Thursday #37

Welcome All to Week 37 of 50 Word Thursday and I hope you’re all enjoying the challenges.  You can see the submissions for last week’s challenge by Kristian here.

For first timers:

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.

So, I am reading a great book this week and I hope you’re going to be inspired by this prompt.

Here’s the picture:

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And the words:

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

© Deb Whittam 2019