WRITESPIRATION #117 52 WEEKS IN 52 WORDS WEEK 21 – Bare Walls

Sacha’s back with her #Writespiration prompt this week.

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

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Tell me the story of why this room is empty!

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Everything.
They took everything.
Not one fixture or fitting left to adorn the walls of this now bare shell of a room.
“If the bank are chucking us out, we aren’t leaving a thing, not even the carpet!” Rhys exclaimed.
They left, but not before unearthing a floorboard…that would make them think!

‘Skin’ – FFF43

Matt has a corker of a song for us this week as our #FFF (Flash Fiction Foray) prompt this week!

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Skin by Rag’N’Bone Man.

And here’s my take!

You.
The almost perfect one.
The one that got away.
We never got past that initial stage, before our future crumbled before my very eyes.
I can still remember the feel of your touch upon my skin, as you brushed past me.
My eyes followed you, as you strode purposefully ahead, my heart and mind conjuring up images of our ‘happily ever after’.
Then, as quickly as I had imagined our future, you destroyed it. Crushed it.
With that one kiss.
Not on my lips.
But on the mouth of another man…
Why do I always choose the wrong blokes?!

Inside-out #writephoto

Sue’s #writephoto prompt this week. We’ve been spoiled with two photos today!

 

Ginny looked at the window sill.
Drat! Another leak!
It was strange.
There hadn’t been any rain the last few days, in fact it had been surprisingly pleasant for a February.
She went off to go and tend to the guests they had staying at the Manor House this week.
A rather rowdy, but well off group of gentlemen, footballers, she thought they said they were. Well, you would have to be well off to rent out a Manor House like this for a whole week!
It was a ‘stag do’ they said, celebrating the last few nights of bachelorhood of one of their number.
Youngsters nowadays, Ginny thought. Back in her day, the men popped to the local for a quick pint to ward off the nerves of the Groom-to-be. Now they celebrated with days of drinking and eating and rather raucous music and behaviour!
They had taken to congregating in the large attics that had been converted. Apparently the acoustics were much better there, for their loud music.
Really, had this been twenty years ago, Sir Rotherham would never have allowed this type of jaunt on his property, but since his death, young Master Rotherham (she still couldn’t call him Sir… ) had taken to finding any way to make money from their estate. No scruples, that young man.
In fact, while this bunch of famous louts were wrecking the place she had looked after for the last fifty years, Master Rotherham was firmly ensconced within their group, enjoying being surrounded by all this ‘money’. He kept talking about selfies with various names she had never heard of, and being ‘liked’ on Insta-chat, or Snap-gram, whatever it was called!
Talking of Master Rotherham, she could hear his voice. He sounded rather high of spirits… probably due to the amount of spirits he had consumed. Never was good with alcohol, that boy…
Ginny went to look out of the window, where she felt the voice was coming from.
Gasping, she took a step back!
Well, that was a part of Master Rotherham’s anatomy that she hadn’t seen since he was a whippersnapper! And now she knew what that ‘leak’ was all about.
Really! Sir Rotherham would be rolling in his grave if he could see this!

I hope you enjoyed my silly tale!

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WRITESPIRATION #116 52 WEEKS IN 52 WORDS WEEK 20 – It Stared At Me…

Sacha’s back with her weekly #writespiration prompt!

Your challenge is to write your story using the weekly theme/prompt and write it in just 52 words…. EXACTLY, no more, no less.
This week I want you to continue the sentence below (the sentence doesn’t count in your 52 words).

It stared at me…

…goading me, teasing me, inviting me to come and choose it, to open it up, to love it again.
It seemed to be asking me why I hadn’t visited for so long, and when I would finish it.
I ran my mouse over it, hovered.
Should I click?
My work in progress…

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Thursday photo prompt – Green #writephoto

Sue’s #writephoto prompt this week.

“Is this what we’ve been searching for?” Charlie stopped suddenly at the edge of the water.

Pete reached his side shortly after, out of breath, almost doubled over with the effort of this up to now pointless hike. “Well I don’t know Chaz, feels like we’ve been on a wild goose chase so far. Bloody cryptic clues! Was always bad at these things at school as well. Why couldn’t they just write simple bloody directions? Give us a post code, you know, the satnav would have done the rest!”

“Shut your cake hole for a minute and look at this!”

Pete looked up and saw gently running water and a stone building of sorts, with two dark, dingy entrances.

“Look into my eyes, all set in stone
Upon which the green moss has grown
Step over the tears that appear to flow
And enter the cavern in which no one will go
Choose left or right, wrong or right
It’s up to you, success or plight…”

“Whaddya reckon, eh?” Charlie continued, “Four months we’ve been solving those damn riddles, getting closer and closer, and now I think we’ve gone and found the last place, you’re flaking out on me! Tell you what, if you can’t be arsed then get lost! I’ll go find the stash myself!”

“No, no, Chaz, now don’t be hasty! I wasn’t being negative at all… no, let’s go do this. Which one then eh, left or right?” Pete wasn’t relinquishing any claim to this treasure anytime soon!

They sploshed across the water and entered the cavern on the left. As their torch light faded into the darkness, the water flowed faster, as if the tears were rolling freshly, mourning another lost treasure hunter or two….

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