Alleyway mystery

Sunday

August 11 2016.

At exactly 11:45 PM, three individuals left Mystic Maggie’s pub through the usual route. They neither staggered nor fell but a whiff of something strong drenched the air tracing their paths away from the pub.

Across the road in an alleyway was lay an empty barrel and a bin. It was the home of a well known beggar, who shared the space during the day with his friendly neighbor, Simone  the cat. 

“Help me” Someone screamed.

Help me echoed the alleyway. A cat shrieked and the pub door swung one.

Someone ended up in the bin.

Another had a broken wrist before the police arrived.

Someone ended up at home with a cat.

  • Can you place everyone in the story?
  • What was the smell?

Humor me, I know it might be pretty easy for some people, but it’s still fun. You might try reading it out to someone and asking them to place the individuals.

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Twisted

Everyone must pick a weapon, we’ve rude comments, sarcastic answers, eyes rolling, shoulder shruggs, naming calling, snobbery, punches.

We’ve a whole term to practice and upgrade them.

Remember  anyone can be our victim, new teacher or student and we must never let up on them, Okay?

photo by Ashim D’Silva – click here for a bigger version
Copyright Ashim D’Silva

Written for Sonya’s TLT – week Twenty eight.

The long road to forever

She was dying to remember, he was living to forget.

A boy placed in her arms all cute and button nosed, a mother holding him a little too tight to her bossom.

A wee baba totally dependent on her for everything, a mother critical of every choice.

There had never been a time when life meant so much to her, there had never been room to add anything more to his life.

She was dying to remember, he was living to forget.

Days when he depended on her, less by choice, more from fright.

A bond of trust forever fractured.

PHOTO PROMPT - © Adam Ickes
Copyright Adam Ickes

Written for Friday fictioneers a writing challenge hosted by Rochelle. The picture was provided by Adam Ickes, 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.

Entranced

Adelaide sat on her portmanteau waiting for Uncle John, feasting her eyes full of the town. So many buildings in one place, not a single one short of visitors. Mama warned her off rowdy buildings and crowds. Right now that probably meant every building in sight. But mama had said nothing about fellows with shoulders like bulwarks sauntering through town as though confidence was their proverbial preserve.

He tipped his hat, she tipped weak knees.

Perhaps mama should have spent more time warning her off men whose mere presence erased every sense of geography and decorum.

Copyright-Ted Strutz
Copyright Ted Strutz

Written for Friday fictioneers a writing challenge hosted by Rochelle. The picture was provided by Ted Strutz, 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.

Rendezvous

‘We shall reconvene this meeting at our usual spot tomorrow at noon. As usual tell no one and leave no trails.’

‘What does he mean by ususal spot?’

‘By the celtic tree.’

‘Ohhh!….  What is the celtic tree?’

Exhaling loudly ‘It’s the tree with the giraffe by its side at Sefton park.’

‘We have a giraffe at Sefton park, why has no one told me about it before? Wait are we the only one’s that know? Is it like a private pet? Does it have a ….’

‘Ohh for pits sake, it’s not a real giraffe! The tree has a branch shaped like a giraffe.’ Walking off in anger.

ooOOoo

At noon

‘Why have you come with a horse rather than your car?’

‘It seemed more appropraite for the rendezvous, don’t you think?’

‘You loon! Everyone would know you took the horse if anyone asked around.’

‘What’s wrong with that? It’s not like we’re going to do anything wrong, are we? Ohh this is so cool the tree actually looks like a giraffe. Not the real deal but cool.’

Copyright Phylor

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 Phylor (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. 

Shopping list.

Across the length and breath of the Lagos municipal, a more selfless person could not be found. From running thankless errands for relatives during her lunch break to making lovely meals for friends who moaned of hunger. 

‘How lucky is the man who finds you.’ he cried, licking his plate.

‘How blessed are the children whose cry bestows motherhood on you.’ he smiled taking the loan.

And so the praises rang until she clocked two scores and more.

They shopped her aisle but filled their carts with alternate brands. 

Time like a flood pushed her deeper into storage.

copyright -Janet Webb
Copyright Janet Webb

Written for Friday fictioneers a writing challenge hosted by Rochelle. The picture was provided by Janet Webb, 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.

Magic plants

‘Mama is this an eggplant or an ao-bar-genie.’

She giggled at his attempts to pronounce the word, ‘it’s an aubergine honey, but it’s also called an eggplant. Where did you get them from they look very tasty.’

‘From Mr. Johnson’s farm.’

The giggles disappeared, as she took the plants from him and threw them out of the window.

‘I told you to stop picking food from Mr. Johnson’s plot. Everything there is poisoned.’

‘That’s not what Canny said.’

‘And you believe Canny over your own mother? Have you noticed how big Canny is, it comes from eating those unhealthy vegetables.’

‘But you always tell me to eat my vegetables so I can grow big and healthy.’ he stammered conveying his confusion at his mothers’ behavior.

‘Big and healthy Lucas, not big and unable to outrun the cat or jump over a trap. Those plants have enough chemicals to grow a cow out of you.’

‘Am hungry mama.’

‘I know love, here have some fish, I’ll look for more food tonight.’


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 Louise @ the 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. 

Flaming rain

 

The rain did nothing to dowse the growing flames, each drop burning a hole in my clothes.

With nothing to hide, no layers beneath, I charred from embarrassment before my handsome date.

Tomorrows weather forecast: grey clouds with lots of hot spots stay away from your phone.

three line tales week 25 photo prompt
Copyright Dan Carlson

Written for Sonya’s TLT challenge week Twenty -five

Mind Knots

Never had my nerves felt as weary as they felt in this moment, leaving home hadn’t felt this nerve racking.

How do I make this sound fashionable, maybe fashionable was asking too much. Walking towards my room I tried out different options.

“My mum suggested you … ” starting with ‘my mum’ makes me sound juvenile.

“How would you like a …. ” No, that just had monumental anti climax written all over it.

“Have you ever experienced …”

Urggghhh!

There was no way around it, I’ll just spit it out. Besides I had done things I didn’t necessarily want to just to be a supportive friend. It would be selfish of her not to oblige.

Urgggghhhh!

I wish this wasn’t part of my life.It’s not that I hate the custom, nor am I ashamed of it, … but explaining it to a guest, hoping they oblige you and having an audience judging your friendship was …. urggghhhh.

Here goes.

“Annie, my mum wants to know if you would like to go in the ofuro first?”

“Sure! What is the o- fuu -row?”

Copyright TJ Paris

Don’t know if it came across but I was trying to depict her discomfort at explaining the Japanese bath ritual to a foreign friend. What are your thoughts?

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 TJ Paris (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.