It’s All In The Title – #Writespiration 86

Sacha is back with another game to challenge us!

Check it out here.

In the Title

In the post I’ve listed all the titles you gave me.
Pick one (not your own) and write a story in less than 200 words, and tell me which title you picked.
Titles:

  • Under Stone
  • Venus on Earth
  • The Case of the Prejudiced Ghost
  • My Part in the EDSA Revolution 1986
  • Drawn Towards The Sun
  • All aboard!
  • To Have and to Harm
  • End of the Line
  • The Haunted Tide
  • Oath Breaker
  • Buster and Moo
  • The Life and Times of Scott Hughes
  • Paulonious Punk and the Search for an Adventure
  • The House That Wasn’t There
  • Return to Echoing Waters
  • Revelation
  • The Years After Mojo’s
  • Oathbreakers

So, here’s my take…

The Case of the Prejudiced Ghost

“I’m sorry mother, but no, I refuse!”

Mrs Darcy sighed, as well as any paranormal apparition could sigh.

Edgar had become increasingly picky lately about his work, and when he would and wouldn’t go out on duty.

She fondly remembered the days of the past, when they would go off to work together, and any living soul sighted, human or animal, was cause for great excitement! He loved the reactions he got, when he was seen. This gory, ghostly apparition, walking towards them, with his head held in his hand, blood dripping from the severed skull as he approached them.

The screams, oh the screams! A sound of pure ecstasy for them!

Their job was done.

More and more ‘ghost hunters’ and thrill seekers started to visit their house, hoping to view the infamous Edgar Darcy, walking the corridors of the old mansion.

This was around the time it happened.

Edgar got big headed (as much as a headless ghost could!) and started to refuse to perform on demand.

He would peer out of the window and sometimes it took just one look at the people coming.

“Absolutely not mother! They’re wearing…Burberry Tracksuits!”

 

Hope you enjoyed!

Writespiration #85 – Snippets Of You

Sacha has asked us to do this for this week’s Writespiration challenge.

1 – The title of your current WIP – if you’re working on more than one, just choose the one you like the title of best. Or if you like, make a title up.
2 – A 150 word snippet from your current WIP. If it is part of a series, feel free to post links to amazon for the first book (only) in the series and I will add it for people to have a look.

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So here goes… one of my WIP’s, a new one, could be a collection of short stories, could be a stand alone long story…

Venus on Earth

That’s the supposed titles… the working title as it is called.

And the 150 (151!) word snippet…

All pretty usual for this place.
Then you get Venus House.
Intriguing name, isn’t it?
It’s one of the townhouses on my road, right opposite my own rented space. A beautifully kept house, and as far as I knew, it was owned by the lady who lived there. There had been no converting, but I think she rented rooms out to students.  Well, I had seen a number of young women who had stayed there for a while, before moving on, and a little time went by before another face became a familiar one.
Thing is, there were also quite a lot of visitors to this place.  They could be family or friends, I know, but it seemed strange that they only came most evenings…
Oh, I wondered plenty about this house. It was intriguing. And one day I got to find out a lot more about the tenants and owner…

 

Writespiration #84 Just For Shits And Giggles!

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Sacha Black’s prompt this week is more of a little game… Check it out here !

Anastasia sat there looking at the TV, listening to the inane ramblings of the latest politician to give his opinion on how he would run the country.

Every election year there was the door to door canvassing for votes, debates on the telly, the promises, yet no matter who got voted in, she was never any better off.

Seriously. Who gives a toss about her?

My words from that amazingly intellectual Heat Magazine I had next to my bed…

Gives
On
Year
Anastasia

Hope this was ok!

 

 

Writespiration #83 Blackout

I have a habit of blacking out. ..
Something to do with low blood sugar…
It is scary but can be kinda humorous too, in a strange way!
Take this one time. .. dancing in a club. I was hot so went for a drink… I opened my eyes and I was lying on a pile of our jackets that had been helpfully left in a fire exit! Huh?! Thing is, none of my friends had realised.
Another time, in the great US of A. A group of us from my university course were in Washington on an exchange visit. We had been invited to a drama production, and in the interval standing in the foyer, I felt a familiar cold sweat and the next thing I know I was on the floor, in a rather snug halterneck dress might I add, my tutor had my head in her lap, calling to me “Tindi, get up, Tindi!” My first name, Ratinder … lovingly shortened! Then there was this almighty shriek from a worried US native “Oh My God!  Call 911! Call 911!”  No, 911 weren’t called, not necessary!
We visited The White House and I posed for a pretend faint picture outside there too, for posterity!
Another time, in a bar, this time, I knew what was coming… I said to my best friend that I felt a bit funny… she turned around to see if I was ok. I wasn’t there. I was on the floor again… it was the height of summer but for some unknown reason another friend of mine family  had a great big bomber jacket with her. I awoke to that as my pillow and a rather dippy lad checking my pulse… on the wrong side of my wrist!!! Such a medical whizz! My best mate has a brother who is a top cardiologist and works in the NHS herself…she rolled her eyes and told this guy to disappear, just as my Hubby Dearest arrived to whisk me home, like my knight in shining armour!

So see, I’m no stranger to the odd blackout… I just make sure I always have something sweet in my bag… just in case!

In response to Sacha Black’s prompt for Writespiration.

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