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.


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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.

 

Les légumes à votre goût

“I have never seen a table quiet like your’s before, it’s so ….”

“Exciting isn’t it, we grow a little fruit garden through it, expressing our gratitude to mother nature for every meal.”

Further befuddled by this explanation I followed quietly behind him, I suppose if one’s to dine with the mad hatter … one can expect nothing short of madness.

three line tales week 50: fancy dinner table


Written for TLT (three line tales) challenge organised by Sonya.

Photo credit: Annie Spratt

The bridge

“Why’s your hair so curly?”

“I don’t know.”

That was years ago on the bus to school.

My life’s montage rolled out smoothly to the tune of such comments.

“Are you working tomorrow?”

“No,am off for two days thankfully. You?”

“No chance of that. You know what they say no rest for the wicked.”

Chuckling we said our goodbyes.

Disembarking from the train, she turned left, I turned slightly left then right.

I was, I am and will always be the one with the hazel eyes, and curls that never lied.

An unwanted bridge between the divide.

PHOTO PROMPT © C.E. Ayr


I am really sorry just realised I haven’t replied last weeks comments will go straight to it now.

Written for Friday fictioneers a writing challenge hosted by Rochelle. The picture was provided by the lovely C.E. Ayr 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.

Impressions

“Richard dear, come over and have a look, do you think this is an appropriate attire for meeting the other guests on board?”

“Meeting the other guests? Gertrude we aren’t ‘meeting’ the other guests, we are just going for dinner. It’s not some sort of dinner party or date.”

Rolling her eyes heavenwards “It amazes me how an executive manager like your self can be so simple minded.”

Looking out the window his smile slowly turned to a grimace and then a grin, only his darling Gertrude could make an insult sound almost like a compliment.

Stopping only to pull out another outfit from her luggage she carried on, “I mean we could be dining with a chief executive of some large corporation or even the queens nephew, one never knows but one has to be on their best.”

Richard rolled his eyes.


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Spin the wheel

Spin the wheel and let it rest

Watch the wind where ever it leads

There lies Dagon’s meal – Plebeian savages.

Start with the Liver 

Feast your fill on thighs 

Satiate your hunger on brains and heart.

Feed the rest to the cubs.

Spin the wheels and let it rest

tonight the wailing voice of death rides the wind.

The sins of the arrogant cries out against them

I pray to bring a swift answer 

One to silence their tears.

Tonight the temple shall have it’s fill of blood.

Spin the wheel, let it rest

my strength like my hair returns.

PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook


Happy new year everyone.

Written for Friday fictioneers a writing challenge hosted by Rochelle. The picture was provided by the lovely 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.

 

 

Warring bedmates

Poised in mid air, his pen like cupids arrow hovered ready to hit it’s target hopefully with greater accuracy…

You rock my world …. too cliché

Your rocky smile sends my world …. rocky smile?? Arrghhh sounds like something one would say to a certain member of the fantastic four.

Strike two for cupids arrow.

………….

“Sarah, there are two things I’ve come to rely on over the last year; one as long as we’re alive life will always throw rocky circumstances way. Two, as long as I have you; your steady smile and ever so practical mind, our love like a steady stream will cut through all the rocky patches. Will you do me the honour of officially becoming my stone cutting partner?”

The view was perfect, the breeze around her unlike that in the city bid her live. It was the best spot for seeking new beginnings, as Sarah looked at her hands in his she couldn’t help noticing the jagged scar running from her fingers to her wrist. A reminder that love shared beds with hate.


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Gifts at Xmas

“13 Bethany drive, leicester ,NW3 6DZ. I have done all this with two agents in the last two hours,” sighing deeply. “Look, I have waited two weeks for my parcel, if it doesn’t arrive in the next two days I want a refund.” 

After five minutes she hung up the phone.

“Any luck this time?” Marcus asked. 

“No same stupid ‘we’re on top it and we’ll get it sorted response’ . This is what happens when you leave Christmas shopping to the last minute.” The lines on her face growing thicker.

“Come on relax Joe, as long as we have each other, christmas will be perfect. Besides the flat already feels claustrophobic and I doubt the little guy will notice anything missing.”

…………..

It was upon a foggy Christmas morning, all was calm and peaceful. Not a gift was missing or a hair out of place, Amazon had delivered and the three wise grannies had added awesome gifts to the bounty under a lovely tree.

Josephine, Marcus and Joshua had a lovely Christmas.


I must apologize for not being active last week. I failed to read your stories as well as respond to your comments on mine. Will get to it this week.

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Show your workings.

“A sum total isn’t obtained by adding all the factors in question, it is obtained from the computation of known variables/factors. The addition of an unknown value produces a total open to further investigation, assumptions and permutations with dire consequences. However obtaining a sum total shouldn’t be the benchmark of research/inquisition, the viability and computation of your known values are very important.”

The sound of the robotic arm as it pieced the clock together filled the laboratory.

Bang!!

Large textbooks hit the desk, disturbing the air, shattering the clock piece.

“Let’s review the big bang theory.”

PHOTO PTOMPT © Lucy Fridkin


Written for Friday fictioneers a writing challenge hosted by Rochelle. The picture was provided by the lovely Lucy Fridkid 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.

Self potrait

Blue, a soothing deep blue colour. A wave of calm washes over you, visually the mind draws strength from the calm contained powers of a water body at rest. Rest, calm, still… yes those words describe the water before me. Restful but not empty, calm but not devoid of darkness, still but not dead. Planktoons float through, fishes swim the depths, boats rest atop. Still but not dead. A home for one, a leisure habitat for another. A safe play pen for the skilled, a death wish for the unskilled. A potential dumping ground for the manufacturing tycoon, a harvest field for the agricultural tycoon.

Sitting on the pier, it dawns on me that such is my life many things to different people. I cannot change the lens that captures my depth; I cannot change the lens but I will guard my reality from poisonous words. Float the poison off and sink in the truth. Polish my lens for the season changes so does the image.

See you soon water body, for me you’ve been strength.


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