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100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups Week# 75

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Julia gave us this image of the Grand Canyon for the prompt this week and I’m very late! But anyway this  is my 103 words. image011

On Time

So this is it. February 4th 2013 and I’m early, ever cautious. I was worried that you’d wait just a few minutes and then give up.

I have to get off this platform, it’s making me feel sick, or perhaps it’s just butterflies. Yes that’s it. Why did I come? Maybe you won’t. Crazy idea, you probably forgot straight away. Ten years ago, my birthday.

I should have told you.

About Macey.

I see you, now’s your chance to turn right around.

Bella you look wonderful. And this pretty lady?

You look about nine years old.

You smile at yourself in Macey’s eyes.

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Oops I see that the new prompt has arrived!

100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups Week# 73

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I’ve missed the challenge for a few weeks but hope to get back to regular entries. This week Julia’s prompt is ‘the notes from the piano‘ and here is my attempt.

Gap Year
They picked up the notes from the piano, each scrabbling to get the one with their name on.
Joanna
I know you’ll miss me little sis but that’s no excuse to flunk your A level’s, be good and maybe in your gap year…

Josh, pack it in right?
Dear mum
Beth and I are going to India. I’ve had all my jabs. Try not to worry, I’ll be fine. See you in a year; I’ll skype you.
Lots of love

Daddeeee please could you look after my fish? And drive my car sometimes? With love from your big girl xxx

100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups Week# 69

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This is the prompt over at Julia’s place this week, a hundred word story, poem or whatever springs to mind is the challenge.

Too late for some

I don’t know how you could eat that. Have you forgotten what we saw in the rain forest? Palm oil devastation? What about our pact to spread the word, to let our friends know, hoping that the circle of awareness would spread ever wider? When did your career become more important than us? It’s a bit like Eltsen isn’t it? putting growth and market domination before what really matters. Well soon there will be no rain forest but I’m not swallowing it, not sitting here while our relationship dies. You eat your Tik-Tak, if that matters more to you than an Orang-utan.

100 Word Challenge For Grown Ups Week# 68

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Poor Julia has been feeling a bit rough and her prompt this week is very apt. GREY, simply one word. Now what to do with it?

Blue and Grey

I was headless for years, until that Smith cast me a new one. I must say, without a head it was more fun scaring people. What’s a ghost boy to do? They looked at my statue and I would spring forth. A grey version of the Blue Boy, they’d jump out of their skin. That’s when they decided to exorcise me. So we had a spirit party, surrounded them we did, all the dead orphan boys from St John’s. They won’t try that again in a hurry.

Now there are several in the city, handsome, shiny and blue, statues of me.

A little background for you. When I was little I used to see this statue of the Blue Boy in the old Princesshay and always loved it. 

It disappeared for a few years when the shopping centre was rebuilt but now its back in almost the same spot as before.

It’s said that the Blue Boy was created on the site of St John’s Hospital School which dates back to 1633. They weren’t orphans though, it was a school for the privileged. The boys wore a uniform of blue caps and gowns and were nicknamed Blue Boys. The original statue was made of stone and by 1830 it was actually headless! It’s head was replaced and it now resides in Exeter School grounds. Four cast iron Blue boys were made in the 1850’s, the one above and three more are in the Exeter area.

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100 Words for Grown Ups – Week# 67

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Julia decided that as the recent challenges have been sombre, this week she would try to lighten things up. The prompt . . . I really tried not to laugh . . . made me think of my afternoon.

Hysterical Boredom

 Doodling. That’s what kept me awake through a two hour VAT seminar. I wondered what the senior manager sitting behind me, thought of the back of my head, and then wondered if other people think about such things.

The doodle began as high pressure straight lines, and slowly became a gentle floral design, based on the PowerPoint presenting auditor’s dress.

I smiled sleepily when she joked about VAT on Tulisa’s autobiography and a war game for X Box  When she talked about contraceptive products and autopsy fees, without drawing breath, I really tried not to laugh but it was a tax too far.

100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups Week# 66

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THE SILENCE WAS DEAFENING. Ah Julia I like this prompt, I always observe the silence. Those who have followed me for a long time, will know how moved I was when I visited Gallipoli, and may have read my poem.

11 am November 11th

The silence was deafening. But I heard the first whisperings in my head as I stepped out of the car; Anzac was like an echo chamber full of young men.

Tell my wife I love her, kiss my little girl, tell mum my savings are in a box under the floor, dad I’m sorry, Mary forgive me? I didn’t confess Padre.

Yes, I’ll do my best. One at a time, I’ll make a list.

They always laughed when I said I hear voices, keep taking the medication, they said. Now, finally, I’ve found my vocation. Spirit messenger.

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100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups Week #64

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Julia doesn’t like Halloween, I can’t say I’m over keen either but it’s an excuse to be silly so here goes with A Recipe for a witch perhaps you would like to write one as well?

Five Century Cackle Buns

Take nineteen apples, bobbed and then spat out. Chop and mix into a litre of pepto bismol. Mince the fingers of seven ladies and soak them in mackerel juice for three Sabbaths.

Whisk all together with sprinklings of powdered caterpillar, the feathers of a dodo, the warts of a crone and an eyebrow from an Arctic chimp.

Bring to the boil, strain through a hermits sock, saving the mashings for later. Tip into fifty individual dragon’s egg shells and bake.

Mix the mashings with hair removal cream and spread over cooled buns.

Enjoy with a large mug of boiled bluebottles.

100 Word Challenge forGrown Ups Week# 63

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Julia has gone for a seasonal prompt this week with ‘and winter will bring . . .’

I didn’t think I would make it, but as I’m babysitting this evening, the late night is an opportunity, so here is

Winter’s Gifts

And winter will bring enduring moon

regal rotund shining for hours through the six a.m. alarm

through sharp ice sky rolling to the west

as  dawn ripples from the east.

And winter will bring ice

crunching crystals on grass shooting veneer onto pond

silvered birch a forest of icycled chandeliers.

And winter will bring

spiralling north wind on street corners

whipping around limbs and petrifying ears.

And winter will bring light precious from low sky sun

concentrated through window an illusion of warmth

no substance and stunted shadows.

And winter will bring thrust from the underworld

Galanthus to herald the spring.

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100 Word Challenge For Grown ups Week# 62

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You know sometimes I think that I can’t get any dafter and then I surpass myself! Julia’s prompt this week is …it can’t be that time…. and as usual we can add another 100 words , making 105 this week.

Out of the dark

I feel squashed. I’ve tried pushing those hard bits, but they don’t seem to move now. It’s even difficult to stretch my legs and kick properly. We’ve both got hiccups, and I’ve been upside down for ages with my head in a vice, perhaps she’s been drinking?

Wait a minute.

Oy, I do the shoving, stop pushing on my behind! Agh, I don’t bend that way, let me just . . . put . . . my . . . arm . . . down.

That’s better.

What’s that now? Surely it can’t be that time already. It’s bright out there. I’ll need some sunglasses.

 

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100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups Week# 61

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I missed Julia’s challenge last week – she wanted humour and I couldn’t think of anything 🙂 but I was determined to join in this week. The prompt is ‘I woke with another headache’  and my story is based on a dream I had way back, when Shakespears Sister were in the charts, do you remember them?

Shakespears Sister 

‘Come on here’s your costume’, Marcella Detroit handed me a regulation black swimsuit and cap, just like when I was at school. I hesitated, but she shoved me into a cubicle to change. She indicated that I should follow her up a metal ladder, leading to a high diving board, where Siobhan Fahey, the other Shakespears Sister was waiting.

‘We’re not diving from there’ I said panicking. ‘Course we are, it’s perfectly safe’ Marcella replied. I knew it was suicidal, at the bottom there was only a foot of water. We looked like sleek black seals as we jumped.

I woke with another headache.