Month: December 2020

50 Word Thursday #103

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As he leant forward, his expression earnest, Jamie had the first of many forgiving’s.

“But in the song there was a secret little inner song.”

Nodding agreement seemed the wisest course as she glanced over his shoulder, hopeful someone would interrupt.

“It’s in between the beats, you just have to listen really hard.”  Perhaps sensing her doubts he frowned, “Don’t tell me you can’t hear it.”

She could hear it, the melody loitering in the song but that wasn’t the problem.  Pursing her lips Jamie glanced around quickly, this could be one fatal mistake.

“You’re a dog and you’re talking.”

50 Word Thursday #103

© Deb Whittam 2020

 

42 Words #30

Hey everyone, so we all survived that most excruiating day for another year and I read an interesting article that we all get $70 worth of gifts we don’t want.  That’s alright, regifting here we come.

Anyway before we go and see where Ramya’s selection of 30 will take us, let’s first see where Sadje’s apocalyptic 2 took us and the drama’s which unfolded.

Chelsea from A Wife, My Verse, And Every Little Thing

Ramya from My Musings

Dave from MMA Storytime

Sadje from Keep It Alive

Rugby43 from The Bag Lady

So, what does Christmas bring to mind, what is the one constant you can’t escape (and no it isn’t the dry turkey), what is the one enduring, sometimes excruciating thing that you encounter every Christmas come rain or shine … that’s right, it’s our theme for this week …

SIBLINGS

Siblings, options a plenty with this topic.  Are they at war, are they in cahoots, are they social distancing and actually missing each other or are they simply good naturedly bickering as all siblings should.

It’s up to you folks, grab pen and paper (or keyboard and mouse) and weave me a tale with siblings.  The world is your oyster, you are set free to weave a masterpiece but remember it better be short, 42 words is the limit.

Now from the fact I am posting today you should be aware that I have received some more number nominations and folks we’re getting to the pointy end of the stick now.

Chelsea has thrown in 25 for next week, Dave 39 for the week after but there are still options up for grabs, six to be precise and I think it would be really nice if everyone picked one and see if we can map this down to the final curtain call.

Throw one in the comments and let’s see what we have left.

GONE GONE GONE GONE GONE 6 GONE
GONE GONE GONE GONE GONE GONE GONE
GONE 16 GONE GONE 19 GONE GONE
GONE GONE GONE 25 GONE GONE GONE
29 GONE 31 GONE GONE GONE GONE
36 GONE GONE 39 GONE GONE GONE

Here’s my take on this week’s prompt:

Good tidings come to the quick witted few.

Max looked at the manga comics, the unwanted Christmas gift, he guessed he should be grateful Grandma even knew manga comics existed and he glanced over to his sister, Evie who appeared horrified at the makeup case.

Ok, they’d swap gifts later.

siblings

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© Deb Whittam 2020

50 Word Thursday #102 – The Results

Hey Everyone,

Sorry for the delay in posting but I have a cold, a plain and simple cold, no Covid-19 here, but a running nose, lots of sneezes, I’m sleeping a lot cold … so hence the delay but I have dragged myself out of bed to put together this post and remind you that Kristian might post the follow up soon and you can look for 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 backed carefully into the room, turned, and stared.”  Lord of The Rakes – Darcie Wilde

Paula from Light Motifs

Fandango from This, That, And The Other

Jen from J.E.Goldie

Tammy from God Inspired Art & Quotes

He backed carefully into the room, turned, and stared. He couldn’t believe what eyes had beholden. A golden box half way wrapped in bronze gift paper. “It better be money.” as he proceeded towards the unmasked treasure. He lifted the latchet from the top snail likely. An ancient scroll peeped to the top as green orbs tried to verify the uncommon writings. “What…is this?” Now taking out the scroll.

This is my take on the prompt:

Martin had been struggling for a while, denying the truth but as he navigated the hallway with the tray containing the cooked to perfection turkey he was forced to concede the truth.  The old football injury was getting worse, that knee replacement couldn’t wait much longer.

Determined not to let his agony put a dampener on the show he backed carefully into the room, turned and stared.

He’d not been to his daughter’s house before but now he understood her tentative tone when he’d offered to assist in serving Christmas dinner.

The flight of stairs was daunting to say the least.

© Deb Whittam 2020

 

42 Words #2

Ho, ho, ho, Christmas is approaching and I have one number up my sleeve thanks to the delightful Sadje who nominated number 2 but before we trek off for a squizz on the topic for this week, let’s first see where idyllic Charles’ 15 led us.

Ramya from My Musings

Dave from MMA Storytime

Larry from Eastelmhurst.a.go.go

Sadje from Keep It Alive

Well there was an interesting variety of takes on the theme of idols which just goes to show that we’re all very creative people which might be a good thing given this week’s theme.  Now first of all I don’t want anyone to be disheartened for though at first glance it might seem a little perturbing once you really consider the options you’ll see it ain’t that frightening after all.

(I mean we’re all hanging out for a burgler in a red suit riding a sleigh pulled by reindeer to break into our houses)  So this week’s theme is the awe inspiring…

APOCALYPTIC

So good old google states that the definition of APOCALYPTIC is

  • describing or prophesying the complete destruction of the world
  • momentous or catastrophic
  • of or resembling the biblical Apocalypse

So let’s go big or go home, build me an event, a moment, a calamity of siesmic proportions, or a siesmic as you can achieve in 42 words anyway.

Now before I go I just want to point out the purpose of the grid below.  Each number represents a theme and if you select one we continue on for another week.  Now I’ve been pretty average this year but I’m pretty sure that I still deserve a Christmas present and someone will pick me a number and make me smile and I’m determined to be tough.  No number chosen, no 42 words next week. PS – Dave you’ll love 31.

It’s up to you now folks.

GONE GONE GONE GONE GONE 6 GONE
GONE GONE GONE GONE GONE GONE GONE
GONE 16 GONE GONE 19 GONE GONE
GONE GONE GONE 25 GONE GONE GONE
29 30 31 GONE GONE GONE GONE
36 GONE GONE 39 GONE GONE GONE

Here’s my take on this week’s prompt:

When she promised heaven, she delivered hell.

The silence from the kitchen didn’t bode well.

Grandma disappeared ages ago.

The smoke was worrying.

No one really wanted to know.

The scent finally made Grandpa move.

He went with all speed.

Grandma’s expression when she returned.

Apocalyptic, they all agreed.

apocalyptic

PS Don’t forget to pingback.

© Deb Whittam 2020

50 Word Thursday #100

Hi All,

Ok, I’m going mad but that’s immaterial because 50 Word Thursday will go on regardless.  Anyway before the full descent into lunacy, inspired by WordPress’ Block Editor, let’s first go and see what treasures Kristian inspired last week by viewing the results here.

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:

“He backed carefully into the room, turned, and stared.”  Lord of The Rakes – Darcie Wilde

© Deb Whittam 2020