50 Word Thursday #35 – The Results

Thanks to everyone who participated this week, loved all the stories and if you are interested in partcipating please join Kristian this week for the new prompt.  I can’t wait to see what he comes up with.

If you are feeling inspired after reading the submissions from this week, feel free to participate: 50 Word Thursday #35

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:

“Provided she did exactly as instructed, she should be able to get it right.” – Agatha Raisin and the Quiche of Death – MC Beaton

Please take a moment to read the submissions for this week, you won’t regret it:

Fandango from This, That, And The Other – Ready to Launch

Beckie from Beckie’s Mental Mess 

Sadje from Keep It Alive

Bethany from Thru Violet’s Lentz

Kristian from the Tales from the mind of Kristian’s – A Fatal Error

And from 50 Word Thursday #33 we have Tammy from God Inspired Art & Quotes

“Don’t remove it from off your eyes yet! I’ll tell you when to.” Pushing her forward as the trail became nearer in vision with every step forward. “This is insanity Jack! Why do you plan such strange surprises?”
Don’t worry, everything will be fine. It’s not as bad as you think! Relax.” Unmoved feet buried into the soles of the green lawn. “Okay, remove it now!” She obeyed quickly untying the blindfold as it dropped to the ground he screamed, “SURPRISE!” “What’s so surprising about this?” As eyes peered disappointedly at the old, rusty, white door of an abandoned house. “It’s that new home you always wanted! I got it for you! Happy birthday!”
“Are you kidding me?”
“You don’t like it?”
“What makes you think I don’t? Of course I DON’T like it!” 

© Deb Whittam 2019

 

50 Word Thursday #33 – The Results

Thanks to everyone who participated this week, I really enjoyed reading the stories and I will admit I was surprised at how many variations the photo and words received.

Click on the link to see the post and please feel free to submit a story if inspiration strikes.

50 Word Thursday #33

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 thought we would have something a bit obscure for this week, so have fun, I’m looking forward to the results.

Here’s the picture:

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And the words:

“David knocked on the door that the wizard had returned to its original dilapidated but one piece style,” – Shadow Pack – Marc Daniel

Please take a moment to read the submissions for this week, you won’t regret it:

Sadie at Keeping it Alive

Msjadeli from Tao Talk’s Dissipating Darkness

Mathew from Blog of the wolf Boy’s The Wizard’s Elixer

Kristian from Tales from the mind of Kristian’s Off To See The Wizard

And remember Kristian will be posting 50 Word Thursday #34 tomorrow.  Check out his blog here.

© Deb Whittam 2019

50 Word Thursday #33

The Weekly Terrible Poetry Contest – free verse

Yes, it is true and I am so proud I just had to gloat. I have won the terrible poetry contest with my amazing free verse. Celebrate with me and go have a look, perhaps it could be your turn next week.

free verse

latitude and longitude, dormant darkness

of desserts concaved with sand.  frosted

waves pounding cliff faces rugged

as gulls mournfully cry their solemn

lament.  giants rustle leaves in hollow

reproach, as winter exhales.  in a basement

a cheerless rodent sneezes, a whirlwind of

dust.  below grim encrusted tunnels feet

scamper, fleeing the angry beast, who bellows

its angst in short blasts three.  The umpire shouts TIME.

© Deb Whittam 2019

The Weekly Terrible Poetry Contest #32

50 Word Thursday #30

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Some people just didn’t respect the notion of commitment; that was what she had accused him of as she packed her bags and stormed from the apartment.  It had only taken him a few days to understand her point; it had taken him nearly a month to convince her of that.

Finally, after much discussion she’d agreed to meet him, though she had stated frostily, I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.

Sitting on the park bench as the rain teemed down around him Jordan scowled, he should have known better than to trust a mermaid.

© Deb Whittam 2019

50 Word Thursday #30

50 Word Thursday #29

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Ellen tended to be insecure and worried. And it seemed as if in recent years she had mostly worried about losing her looks.

In comparison, her partner Gail had excelled in finding ways of rousing her partner from her self-obsession and her latest effort had been the birthday monument she’d created.

When Ellen first laid eyes on it she had been most annoyed but then her lips had twitched before she buckled over and roared with laughter.

“Happy Birthday babe,” Gail stated with a grin.

“Right back at you, cave woman,” Ellen responded with glee, time to plan her revenge.

© Deb Whittam 2019

50 Word Thursday #298

The Weekly Terrible Poetry Contest – Open Topic

I am so proud to announce that I won the terrible poetry contest this week and I reckon it was a close thing.

Do yourself a favor and check out all the great work here and perhaps join Chelsea tomorrow for the next instalment.

open topic


An ode to a piece of driftwood

Luke was like a piece of driftwood

He floated his way into my life

And marooned himself on my stretch

Of the beach

He lay there salient

Watchful, still

He didn’t leave

It was kind of disturbing

I considered starting a fire

I considered tossing him back in

I considered getting my dog to poop

next to him, but in the end

being driftwood

I walked round him

Then the tide came in and

He drifted out again

Days passed

Honestly I didn’t notice he was

GONE

But that’s what driftwood is like

Forgettable

Just like Luke

SUCH IS LIFE

… (Pause here to blow a raspberry)

© Deb Whittam 2019

The Weekly Terrible Poetry Contest #24