Be thankful challenge.

be-thankful

Life has a variety of issues that can drive us mad, make us sad or contemplate becoming indifferent to what’s around us, but there’s even more to be thankful for. When I read Millie’s post here I was reminded once more that it’s more rewarding both physically and emotionally to ignore the negatives and focus on the positives. Thank you Millie for nominating me.

rules

* Share this image (top one) in your blog post
* Write about 5 people in your life you are thankful for
* Write about 5 things in 2015 that you are thankful for
* Spread the love and challenge 5 other blogs to take part.


Five people I am thankful for: I will keep this short 

  1. My husband: for supporting our little family to the best of his abilities. For being the voice of caution and reasoning when my impatient mind dreams up numerous mountains and adventures to pursue. I don’t always like it at the time, but in hindsight he does make sense. ∗annoying much – sometimes∗ ;-).
  2. My daughter: you’ve made me grow up so much, dare so much and dream even bigger. I feared at first that your teenage years would be horrendous, but as I weave your hair, give you a bath and pray with you at night, I say bring on the teenage years. No matter what happens I have no doubt that we’ll make each other better in the long run.
  3. My mum: she has been tremendously understanding and accommodating especially as we haven’t been in the same room for the last three years. We have become wonderful friends though as she prays for me and guides me through the steps of raising baby L.
  4. My siblings: they have all pitched in to help me with the different turns of my dreams and career path. I dump things on you guys last minute and you still hold up your end. Thank you.
  5. My friends and blogging community: need I say more. Thank you for every link clicked, every word read, every like button pressed, every comment written, every critique given and most importantly every new follower added.

Five things I am thankful for this year:

  1. A healthy family: we have had some minor illnesses here and there, but thankfully everyone is fine.
  2. A seemingly defined life path for next year which is more than I had coming into 2015. Only time will tell how defined it is. 😉
  3. My blog and growing blog family: you have been an awesome family. You helped me find my foot in this year. When the blog is a year old I would do a proper thanksgiving filled with ‘owambe dance’ and rice. (Customary traits of a Nigerian thanksgiving)
  4. An opportunity to volunteer and learn new things in my community.
  5. Finally my friends: on-line, in the community and back home. You guys have been nothing short of amazing.

Nominations: anyone out there who wants to take part in being thankful, please jump right in.

The contest part 3

This is a continuation of a previous story do click on the link for the previous instalment.

PHOTO PROMPT - © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields“Welcome home Your Grace,” Philip said holding the door ajar as the Duke of Hawkscrest made his way into his private chambers.

“Thank you Philip, do ensure that my cousin is well settled in and none of our luggage go amiss again,”

“I will attend to it personally your grace,” replied Philip through tight lips.

“See that you do, you may leave now,”

Philip left the room, his face a mask of rage…

“This is your solution, a butler in a historic romance novel! What next? A one-legged gladiator at the coliseum, kill me off already”


Word count 96

In response to Friday fictioneers writing challenge hosted by Rochelle.  The picture was provided by Rochelle and we are asked to write a 100 words story inspired by it. Thanks Rochelle for hosting it, see you next week.

Thank you for stopping by…do click the link to read other stories.

Seraphina

Bonnie was positively fuming, it was just like the male species to go flocking around newcomers at the annual parade. It didn’t help matters that she was quite the beauty and had an exotic name to boot, Seraphina … how do you compete with that!

She was used to their immature behaviour but the saucy attitude of the débutante had her nerves fraying. Fancy her prancing about all curvy and lush. Every joint still intact, functioning as it should with no need for a check up.

Bonnie wished there was a way to tighten her slacked hips and overly extended belly muscles. But since there wasn’t Chester’s attempts to seduce the new filly would have to do as a distraction to take her mind off her ageing body. That and the satisfaction of knowing that in the next three hundred and forty days give or take a few Seraphina would become one of them … a breeding mare. Ha! that always calmed their trotting behinds.


In response to the writing challenge flash fiction for aspiring writers hosted by Priceless Joy. The photograph was provided and we are expected to write a 100 – 150 words (+/- 25 words) story inspired by it. Do click on the link for other stories.

Thanks Joy for hosting and for the photograph.

Thank you for stopping by.

The first visit..Encubierto island 2

Hi everyone, this is my contribution to Monday finish the story writing challenge and it is a continuation of a previous story which you can find here. Thank you for stopping by.

© 2015, Barbara W. Beacham

“At first, it looked like an ordinary marble, but it was far from it.” To me it was just another piece of beautiful marble my Timothy could add to his growing collection. I was oblivious of the potent energy humming within it. 

“Timmy I have a surprise for you”

“Coming grandpa” Timmy replied hopping towards him.

Heads knocked together they admired its exquisite beauty.

“Wow! grandpa it’s amazing. Can I hold it,”

“Sure you can, add it to your growing pile,”

“Thanks grandpa” Timmy replied admiring his latest addition, the excited grin on his face was all the reward I needed for pottering in the garden all day.

That night the marble glowed and Timmy was taken to another world. There he found the most beautiful marble he had ever seen shinier than grandpas. Bending to pick it, Timmy noticed there were everywhere, each more beautiful than the other.

It was the beginning of Timmy’s amazing adventures on Encubierto island.


Written by Chioma I.N

In response to the mondaysfinishthestory flash fiction challenge hosted by Barbara. The picture and the first sentence are provided and you have to complete the story in 100- 150 words. Click on the link to read others stories.

Thanks Barbara for hosting it and for the picture.

Thank you all for stopping by.

The contest part 2

This is a continuation of a previous story do click on the link for the first part.

Kitche picture prompt

Several pancakes and a dollop of maple syrup later the perfect fix for Philip loomed in my mind, but it had to wait I desperately needed some shut eye. I loved working from home, away from the direct glare of deadline frenzied Margaret. But I assume returning my work covered by malicious green ink spotting every error was compensation enough for Margaret.

My drift into oblivion was shattered by crazy bob’s barking as the neighbour’s mailbox clamped shut which in turn made the blue jay whistle loudly. Creating the suburban morning cacophony; working from home was gradually losing its charm


In response to Friday fictioneers writing challenge hosted by Rochelle and the daily post’s writing prompt: “A Dog Named Bob.”.

The picture was provided by Rochelle and we are asked to write a 100 words story inspired by it. Thanks Rochelle for hosting it, see you next week.

Thank you for stopping by…do click the link to read other stories.

For honour

© 2015, Barbara W. Beacham

Zeus was not having a good day and he made sure everyone knew it. But his wrath was not his alone, King Meidias was enraged. With a ferocious bark he upturned the banquet table, how had this happen? How had King Odaenathus found his Achilles heel, the one thing he could not forgive.

Odaenathus had lured them in under the guise of a peace treaty banquet. Alas, whilst they feasted his daughter Pericaliya had been defiled by Gallus a slave.

He had known Odaenathus had a treacherous nature, but longing to uphold the oath sworn by their fathers, he had ignored his instincts. Curse his noble heart!

Come tomorrow they would march into war, death would be their fate for Odaenathus’s  army outnumbered his by thousands but to ignore the injustice done him would be to shame his ancestors. Odaenathus could have his lands but never his honour.

Meidias prayed Zeus was angered on his behalf, then he might grant him victory.


In response to the mondaysfinishthestory flash fiction challenge hosted by Barbara. The picture and the first sentence are provided and you have to complete the story in 100- 150 words. Click on the link to read others stories.

Thanks Barbara for hosting it and for the picture.

Thank you all for stopping by.

Going with the flow.

“Mummy why did Nemo leave home?” asked Ryan

“Cos’ he wanted his dad to see what a big boy he was,” I replied

“Why?” Ryan asked

“Because his dad said only adults could survive in the big blue ocean and Nemo thought that wasn’t true,” I replied trying to keep my patience at bay whilst fending off early signs of a blinding headache.

It was going to be one of those afternoons; when I wished my toddler would discover a hobby to keep him busy for an hour and won’t require my rescue skills.

“But Nemo wasn’t a big boy was he mummy, he got put in a bag and cried for his daddy like a big baby,” shrieked Ryan laughing at Nemo’s predicament.

“That’s what happens to little boys who don’t listen to their parents, they get into an awful lot of trouble like a tickling match for disturbing mummy when she’s doing the laundry,” I replied tickling his sides, his laughter floated through the house.

Laundry could wait awhile.


In response to the writing challenge flash fiction for aspiring writers hosted by Priceless Joy. The photograph was provided and we are expected to write a 100 – 150 words (+/- 25 words) story inspired by it. Do click on the link for other stories.

Thanks Joy for hosting and  thank you Sonya for the photograph.

Thank you for stopping by.

Friends for life

They say friends are the family we choose for ourselves, but I would say only true friends can become family. There had been eight of us in the group, a mixed bunch of teenagers with only one dream to rise above the squalor which seemed endemic in our nation. We had big dreams, dreams we were willing to die for; at least at that stage of life we thought so. As the years went by each one drifted in a different direction life took its toll, but through it all Raju, Farhan and I stayed together subconsciously knitting our way into a family unit.

I sit here in my chair looking at the picture reminiscing on our adventures, I can’t help smiling at the young boys who sought to conquer the world. A shadow falls over my shadow I look up to see my friends smiling at the picture with tears in their eyes. They have come to bid me farewell they were my only family and by midnight I shall no longer be with them.

                                                       

In response to the writing challenge flash fiction for aspiring writers hosted by Priceless Joy. The photograph was provided and we are expected to write a 100 – 150 words (+/- 25 words) story inspired by it. Do click on the link for other stories.

Thank you Joy for hosting and thank you Ellespeth’s friend for the photograph.

Thank you for stopping by.

Beguiling Bernice 2

This is a continuation of Beguiling Bernice which you can find here.

© 2015, Barbara W. Beacham

“What a tangled web we weave, when first we practice to deceive.” said Edgar.

“Save your threats for someone who scares easily and the general isn’t the first bug to fall into my tangled web as you put it,” replied Bernice.

“That might well be true, but your biggest mistake was creating a rift between the General and his daughter. Mark my words you will pay for that if it’s the last thing I do,” Edgar replied

“Do try Edgar, please do try. It has been a while since I had a worthy opponent to sharpen my claws,” Edgar left the room, on the heels of her jeering laughter.

Edgar was right since the Taylor incidence the general hadn’t been quite so taken with her, it was high time she fixed that. As for Edgar his mishap would leave no survivors; no one would take the prize from her now she was so close.

Now to prepare the seduction scheme….

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In response to the mondaysfinishthestory flash fiction challenge hosted by Barbara. The picture and the first sentence are provided and you have to complete the story in 100- 150 words. Click on the link to read others stories.

Thanks Barbara for hosting it,

Thank you all for stopping by.