Floaty dreams

Recruitment exercise for Happy-Ever daily star 2018

Company motto: assumption never produces bestsellers, at best they make tabloids.

Candidates requirements:

  • Long hair(extensions are acceptable)
  • Healthy weight and lifestyle
  • Single or divorced (without children)
  • Related to at least one crazy, bitter or cynical individual
  • Well spoken
  • Good carriage and public conduct.
  • Have very connected friends.

Essentials:

  • Must be productive/hard-working
  • Must be involved in charitable causes (with possibly a history of doing so from a young age)
  • Must be assertive (necessary for dealing with impromptu press appearances)
  • Must be adaptable to change
  • Humorous and good natured.

Due to recent events the company also advices that you acquire or get involved in one or two other special skills/activities not listed above. For example: global exploration, nature studies etc.

It is said that to do the same thing and hope to excel is folly, please be guided.

Our recruitment process is gruelling, do expect the unexpected and the possibility of a non-favourable outcome.

Assumption: the belief that you have all the details on any experience when viewing from a distance. It is to attempt to replicate the same experience without having full disclosure of the facts. 

                                                      

Photographer: Yui Mok

Organisation: Press Association.

Source: www.msn.com

N.B: happy married life H and M xxx

 

 

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Ebbing and flowing

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Colour me black, colour me white; colour me yellow with sprinkles of pink.

Colour me bright with an array of sparkles

It taints not the grey within, Eeyore has nothing on me,  I smile, bright as the sun.

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Take two: 

Beyond the mount the gods arise to the sound of Cilo and her sisters,

Soaking in nectar, sipping ambrosia, they summon the stars to adorn their paths, like light through a prism they shine in glory.

Olympus, I long for thee, let me feast on thy beauty alone.

Take three:

We shall build a tower up to the gods, we shall adorn the towers brightly, the gods shall smile in delight.

Nay, we shall cover it in ashes, the gods shall bark and rave.

Aye, we shall cover them in both, the gods shall applaud our wisdom, for such is the tide  of life they bid  us live.


Written for Sonya’s three line tales week 119.

Middle picture by Oneisha Lee.

 

 

 

 

Fallen bridges.

“So, which do you think I should pick? You reckon she will like the yellow one?”

“Maybe.” Walking right past the vase without so much as a glance.

“Come on, you didn’t even look at it. What’s with you?”

“You know very well the answer to that question.”

“Why can’t you leave things well alone?”

“I would if you stopped dragging me into the middle. She doesn’t want these silly gifts, she wants you, her daughter back home.” 

“You know that’s not possible besides she has you.”

“Have it your way, do consider postage charges this time.”

“Really?”

“Yes, really.”


I do apologise for my absence the last couple of months, life has been ….. anything but interesting.

For every comment not replied, for every like not acknowledged please bear no grudges for in a few days or so I shall hopefully explain myself properly.

This story is written for Friday fictioneers a writing challenge hosted by Rochelle. The picture was provided by the lovely Sarah Ann Hall, the task is to write a 100 words story inspired by it. Thanks Rochelle for hosting the challenge. Thank you for stopping by… do click on the link to read other stories.

 

series of misfortunate events

“I think that boat is sinking.”

“No it’s not”

“Hmmm…. are you sure?”

“Well if it is, don’t you think the man sailing it would show some signs of distress? “

“Who knows? He might be suicidal for all we know?”

“And  you might be struggling with an overactive imagination, who knows?”

“Hmmm …. I guess you’re right.”

Sighing, I sit back to enjoy the rest of our visit to the beech in peace. 

Digging into the sand with her toes Elli seemed content to let that happen.

“I think the sand is going to fall on him.”

I should have known it won’t last.

“Why would the sand fall on him?

“Cause it’s all rumbling and scary and his going very close to it.”

“Well it won’t fall on him ….”

“Why?”

“Ahhhhhh, Ellie I don’t know. Perhaps because it hasn’t fallen on anyone before.”

“There’s always a first day for everything, that’s what grandma always says.”

I laughed despite my weariness.


In response to the writing challenge flash fiction for aspiring writers hosted by Priceless Joy click on the link to visit the blog. The photograph is from the lovely Louise a storytellers abode (interesting photo can’t wait to see all the stories it inspires) and the challenge is to write a 100 – 150 words (+/- 25 words) story inspired by it. Do click on the link for other stories. 

 

Indisputable

There are approximately a hundred and thirty-five squares on that side of the wall. I know what your thinking, boredom does strange things to the human mind. Do I have any options?

And the colour? It doesn’t do much for the imagination does it? On second thought; it reminds me of school lunches and detention hallways. Places designed to forewarn you of life in prison; lukewarm meals and dinge spaces.

His voice jars me from my reverie, it’s gone all pitchy. 

He sounds desperately  innocent.

“I understand Mr Finch …..” I say

Do I believe him? Sure, the walls pink ain’t it?

 


Written for Friday fictioneers a writing challenge hosted by Rochelle. The picture was provided by the lovely J hardy Carroll, the task is to write a 100 words story inspired by it. Thanks Rochelle for hosting the challenge. Thank you for stopping by… do click on the link to read other stories.

 

Doused

 

Twinkle twinkle little star, 

how I wonder …. 

No! No, I don’t wonder.

I know what you’re, evil shrink ray that destroyed my cow.

Beautiful Bessie … all because she jumped over your stupid brother moon.

It wasn’t her fault.. it was that flaming old man 

the one who played knick-knack up in heaven.

Said he was going to ask God 

to grant his grandson sleep

Stupid kid who wouldn’t hush

even after they bought him a goat, a cow.

But I hushed him all right.

Twinkle twinkle little star

I’ll douse your flames one day.

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields


Written for Friday fictioneers a writing challenge hosted by Rochelle. The picture was provided by our lovely host Rochelle Wisoff-Fields the task is to write a 100 words story inspired by it. Thanks Rochelle for hosting the challenge. Thank you for stopping by… do click on the link to read other stories.

 

Stars in our numbers

One plus one, two.

Two plus two, four.

Three plus three, six.

… a star slowly emerges.

Equal numbers giving rise to something bright.

One plus two, three.

Two plus three, five.

Three plus four, seven.

… cuts of diamonds slowly emerge.

Unequal numbers giving rise to something brilliant.

“Whatever sequence, code or pattern you’re trying to study, write or discover you must remember: the best secrets are kept in plain sight, the simpler they’re the more difficult it is for the human mind to accept.  There are stars in our numbers, there are impurities in our diamond.”

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot
Copyright Roger Bultot

Oh well …. what can I say. That’s what came to mind.

Written for Friday fictioneers a writing challenge hosted by Rochelle. The picture was provided by Roger Bultot the task is to write a 100 words story inspired by it. Thanks Rochelle for hosting the challenge. Thank you for stopping by… do click on the link to read other stories.

 

Sewn in

1928

Theddddd-thdddddd-tddd. Stop and straighten. Grandma in the corner making a new cotton bodice for a blossoming teenager.

1952

Theddddd-thdddddd-tddd. Stop and straighten. Mother in the corner making a turtle neck black dress with a slender waistline, a replica of Dior’s design for her teenage daughter.

1982

Snip, snip, snip. Turn the pattern. Me in the corner cutting out the pattern for the schools Christmas fete. 

Thedddddd- thddddd-tddd. Stop and straighten. Four new staff members in the corner sewing away under grandma’s watchful gaze.

Mother in the front room taking new styles and orders.

Father by the bales of cotton pitching perfect materials.

PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook
Copyright Sandra Crook.

Written for Friday fictioneers a writing challenge hosted by Rochelle. The picture was provided by Sandra Crook, the task is to write a 100 words story inspired by it. Thanks Rochelle for hosting the challenge. Thank you for stopping by… do click on the link to read other stories.