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100 Word Challenge – Week #46

This is not good enough. I need to write other blog posts besides those for 100WCGU. Not that I have anything against 100WCGU, but that’s not all this blog is about. So I will be writing other posts – as soon as I’ve thought of something to say!

In the meantime, here’s another post for

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This time we have to include the prompt:

… in the dark recess of my mind …

The Listener

So she’s telling me the story in all its detail. Her memory is amazing. She remembers every word they said to each other, every movement, every facial expression. She can describe not only the whole scene but also the people who walked past them. Anonymous souls who have no connection to the story. How does she do it?

I’m staring at her, wide-eyed and open-mouthed. After each sentence, I’m going “Really?” and “Wow!” and “No!” and “Oh my God!”

Somewhere, in the dark recess of my mind, in that secret place to which she has no access, I’m thinking: Don’t succumb to the temptation to yawn.

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100 Word Challenge – Week#45

This week’s challenge: There’s a real buzz about this place.

Julia says we do not have to include the text, but I did.

“Okay, I’m in the garden, about to pick the lock of the back door.”
“Remember, do exactly what I told you. Nothing else.”
“Sure, boss. You can trust me – you know that. There’s a real buzz about this place.”
“Can’t be. They’re on holiday. There shouldn’t be anyone there.”
“No, I mean a real buzz. A buzzing noise.”
“A motorcycle?”
“No.”
“A neighbour trimming the hedge?”
“No. I think it’s coming from this box. I’ll just lift up the lid….”
“That might not be such a good idea. Sounds as if it might be…”
“Arghhh!”
“…bees.”

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100 Word Challenge – Week#44

The challenge this week: A poem that captures the passing of sixty years in 100 words – ish.

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Nineteen fifty-two.
There was a great to-do.
George cashed in his chips.
Elizabeth gathered the bits.
Rationing was still around,
But much could be bought for a pound
Churchill was PM again,
His deputy Tony Eden.

Sixty years ago
I began to grow,
In a sort of room,
That they call a womb.
That’s all you’ll want to hear
About this certain year.
I’m done with this silly rhyme
Of the queen’s accession time.

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100 Word Challenge – Week#43

I just spent a few days in Berlin, which is probably what triggered my entry for the 100 word challenge. I’ll try and make next week’s lighter.

This week’s challenge is to add 100 words to:

….The flame flickered before….

The Last Candle

She opened the door of a kitchen cupboard, bare apart from one solitary candle. Only one by which to remember all those they’d taken. Her father, her mother and her two brothers. Her whole family. What would she do when this one burned out? She struck a match and lit it, fastidiously blowing out the match and throwing it in the bin. Then she sat and watched, seeing the images of those she loved inside the flame. She knew it was only a matter of time.

The single remaining candle turned out to be enough. The flame flickered before they broke down the door.

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100 Word Challenge: Ruby

This week’s prompt is “RUBY”. I found myself being influenced by some Stones. Sorry the theme is similar to my last story. I think they complement each other.

Goodbye Ruby

Monday, she’s the office executive, toiling long after the others have left.

Tuesday, she’s the doting mother, kissing away pain and remembering to listen.

Wednesday, she’s the caring daughter, running errands for those who no longer can.

Thursday, she’s the volunteer, giving to society for no financial gain.

Friday, she’s the exercise freak, working out to work off all the excess grams.

Weekend, she’s the cleaner, the cook, the hostess, the party-goer.

They’re full of praises. They say she’s wonderful. They’re amazed she manages to do so much. I know one role she’s forgotten about. Goodbye Ruby. I’ll miss you.

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100 Word Challenge – Week #39

I had fun with the sonnet, so I thought I’d try again. This time I have to write 107 words including:

….I’m exhausted. Shut the door behind you….

Here goes….

He’s making for the door. I don’t blame him, but I was looking forward to this evening so much.

Work was a nightmare today. Then I had to dump everything and rush to collect the kids and Tom had broken his finger so I dragged them all to the hospital, then home for homework and food and stopping them from fighting and they wouldn’t go to bed and I nagged and threatened.

I prepared the meal in a hurry. We ate in silence. I was tired.

And now I can’t keep my eyes open. I’m exhausted. “Shut the door behind you,” I mumble. I think it banged.

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100 Word Challenge – A Sonnet

I’ve never tried this before, but I noticed the challenge this time is to write a 14-line sonnet and felt like trying this afternoon.

It came out a little weird, but here it is:

There was a boy whose name was George.
He was so very bored that all
The cream cakes he did gorge and gorge
Until he was as round as a ball.

His father, despairing, bought him a dragon,
Which ate all the cakes and breathed out fire.
When George went to school he hung his bag on
The dragon’s tail and pulled him with wire.

The dragon became the boy’s only friend.
George’s days the dragon did fill
’til his father, worried, said, “This is the end.
That dragon” – and he pointed – “you must kill.”

If you want to know what George does of late,
He gorges his way through cream cakes on a plate.

Back to the A-Z challenge tomorrow….