Writespiration #98 52 weeks in 52 words -Week 2 – The Badly Timed Trump

Sasha’s back with the second prompt for #Writespiration.

Your challenge is to write your story using the weekly theme/prompt and write it in just 52 words…. EXACTLY, no more, no less.

Submit your entries in the comments or on a blog post and I post them the following week with the new prompt. You have until Sunday to enter.

This week’s prompt is to write about the badly timed trump!! 

So… here goes…

She could feel the pressure building.

The music was loud. Surely letting one go wouldn’t hurt…

They slipped out to the beat of Beyonce’s latest release.

Relief. 

Last one.

Out it came, loud and proud, as the dj faded the tune out so the Groom, her new husband, could start his speech.

There you go Sacha!!!!

Smoke #writephoto

Sue’s Photo Prompt this week…

smoke

This just wasn’t fair, you know.

They always know how to find me.

I can’t help it though. Haven’t you seen the size of my belly?

I’d been fed up (again) of being ignored (again), so thought I’d run away (again). They were always busy with her, my sister. Ballet classes, horse riding, gymnastics… she always had all these great clubs to go to, because she was good at all these things. No, not good, but brilliant!

Tall, slim, pretty, with that angelic face and smile that melted all the hearts who encountered it.

The total opposite of me. Two years older than her, but 4 inches shorter, orthodontic braces to correct my overbite, and a rather rotund figure. I can’t help that though, whenever she didn’t want to eat something she would give it to me, and I, being the protective older sister, would wolf down her extras, so she didn’t get in trouble.

I didn’t realise until a lot later, how much of a mistake that was!

Still, I do like my food. At least when I go to college, I can forget her perfection, and indulge in what I am good at.

Culinary art.

Delectable cuisines from around the world…

Ok, so I’m doing a catering course.

They never complain when whatever I have been cooking graces the table, but aside from a flippant “Ta love!” I don’t get a second glance.

So I decided that I would do it. Run away, but properly, today.

There is no going back.

Well, there wasn’t, until that smoke wafted into the cave where I had painfully secreted myself…

The scent of a barbeque.

How dare they?

That was my speciality!

But you know the worst thing?

I could smell burning in that smoke! And they all know that one thing I can’t bear is good food being ruined.

I’ll just go and sort it out, it’s only one barbeque… I guess they deserved one more chance to show they care…

… and, well, I was kinda hungry!

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Anomaly #writephoto

Sue’s photo prompt this week…

anomaly

And my take…

“Now dat,” Dermot said, indicating to the streak of rainbow, suspended in front of them “Dat is de work of a master.”

“A master what?” Paddy asked “A master of stupidity?”

The Local Leprachaun Society had been meeting here at this pub for many years, whenever one of them had created a new rainbow. Every nuance of the phenomenon was discussed, minute details picked apart.

Dermot sighed. “He’ll be here soon enough.”

Sure enough, the door swung open and Seamus sauntered in. He sat down and was promptly thwacked around the head by Paddy.

“What was dat fer?” he scowled, rubbing the back of his balding pate.

“Feast yer eyes on dat beauty, and you’ll see fer yerself!” Paddy pointed to the rainbow.

Seamus trained his eye on the colours, and realisation dawned on him.

“De curve, man! Where’s de curve?” Paddy was in full flow “Ye know de rainbow needs an arc! It helps us hide de crock of gold from de hunters! Optical illusions, dat’s what we are about, and you go and create de world’s first feckin’ vertical one! Might as well place a flashin’ sign above it, saying “Nick Me!” ya eejat!”

And another thwack was felt on the back of his head…

 

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Creature #writephoto

Sue’s photo prompt this week.

cave-creature

Oh, this was it! This was going to be the big one, she just knew it!

Rosie buried her hands deep into her pockets and stamped her feet a couple of times on the ground. Jeez it was cold! As she exhaled, her breath was captured in the air, like a cloud. Remember the days when you would pretend you were smoking, blowing out plumes of smoke?

She trained her eyes on the cave. Months, they had been trailing it, this creature, that had captured the fascination, at first, of the locals, then slowly it became a nationwide interest.

The Black Ghost. No one knew what it was, but the descriptions varied from witness to witness. A large dog, a panther, a cross between a wolf and a lion, speculation was rife! Luckily there had been no ‘victims’ as such, but petty thefts had been reported, you know, like food out of pets bowls.

Sightings were always around here, at dusk, with a darting creature spotted, but recently, it seemed that a more accurate location had been pinpointed to this cave.

Her camera was set. James had just popped to the garage a short drive away to pick up some hot drinks and snack supplies.

“Hurry up Jimbo…” Rosie muttered under her breath. She wasn’t scared, not really, but the moors could be an eerie place around this time of night.

Then she saw it.

Quick as a flash she got the camera focused and the shutter clicked away.

There it stood, looking back at her. A creature that was pure black, and almost impossible to see in the darkness. The photos she took only really registered the eyes. Two bright spheres, in the inky darkness.

And it looked like it was coming towards her!

Oh man, where was James????

But as it came closer, it wasn’t getting bigger, it appeared to get smaller, and Rosie’s expression changed from one of abject terror to a gooey smile.

This was no monster! It was a cat!

 A beautiful kitty, coal black with the most stunning emerald green eyes that she had ever seen!

It started winding its body around her legs, like her own at Fluffy would do and she instinctively reached down to stroke it.

~~~

A split second, that was all it took. James stared at the cave then at the camera on the floor in disbelief. He had been walking over to Rosie when he saw the creature approach her. Too late to say anything, he hurried over to her, only to witness her reaching down to stroke it, and then  – GONE!

Neither the creature nor Rosie were there.

Picking up the camera, he scrolled back to see if there was anything in the photos.

A series of shots showed a shadowy creature, unclear, but with every frame, it looked different… from a scary looking snarling hound, it seemed to morph into what looked like a domestic cat.

Calling out Rosie’s name held no response.

James picked up the bits of equipment they had set up, and hurried back to the car.

He was still no wiser as to what the creature was, but it was clear now, this thing was dangerous…

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WRITESPIRATION #95 KALEIDOSCOPES

Sacha’s back, after a little #Writespiration hiatus, with another cool prompt!

kaleidoscope

Write about a Kaleidoscope – maybe its a kaleidoscopic fantasy world, or a memory, a maze or perhaps a toy. Let your mind wander and see where it takes you. Entries short this week – under 100 words, deadline 9th October. Post entries in the comments or use a pingback.

So, here is my entry!

“Quick Cap’n! They be gaining on us!”

Captain John Bird hurriedly fished his spyglass out of his pocket to see what this vessel was that chasing them.

“It looks like they’re preparing the cannon, and, that be a pirate flag on their mast!”

Focussing the glass, Captain Bird looked out, but all he could see was a rainbow of colours, no ship.

“Damn this thing!” he thought, pulling his handkerchief out to clean the lens.

It was only then that he realised, in the hurry to board his ship, he’d picked up his son’s kaleidoscope instead of his spyglass…

Thank you and Good night!

 

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