Dec 2, 2012

100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups – #68: …Grey …..




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Here is the entry for Week 68 of the 100 Word Challenge using the prompt

…GREY…

My grey came to me as I walked through autumn leaves: Lady Jane Grey. I knew her name but nothing of her. I looked her up.

Born in 1536-ish, Jane was the eldest of three girls born to Henry and Frances. She was educated well and for reasons unknown sent away aged 11 to live with Henry VIII’s widow, Catherine Parr. The politics of succession, manipulated by Henry VIII, twisted fate so that Jane (Henry’s great niece) found herself Queen in 1553. That same politics ended her reign after just nine days and had her executed in 1554. She was beheaded. She was 17.




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Nov 18, 2012

100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups – #66: The silence was deafening



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It's good to be back. Here is the entry for Week 66 of the 100 Word Challenge using the prompt

…. the silence was deafening…..


I space, they say, no-one can hear you scream.

On earth too.

There is a scream from inside that can tear a soul apart, that can cause tears to flow and a heart to tremble. There is a scream that reaches deep inside memory and beyond experience and comes from a darkness that no-one can see, that no-one could possibly imagine.

From this unknown place a piercing, wrenching roar fills my head and shatters, rips and destroys. It consumes the whole of me. It is every part of me, every fear, every fault.

But. There. Is. No. Sound.

No one hears.

The silence was deafening.


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May 21, 2012

100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups – #42 LIBERTY EMPIRE APPLE YELLOW ENORMOUS



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Just about on time this week. Here is the entry for Week 42 of the 100 Word Challenge in which we had to use the following words
LIBERTY    EMPIRE    APPLE    YELLOW    ENORMOUS

Liberty Jack


Let me tell you a story about Liberty Jack,
From a time long ago from way on back.
He big, he was bad, he was a man on a mission
To prove them all wrong, he had an ambition.
Jack had a plan, his mind was on fire,
“Gonna build myself a huge new empire”.
He wanted bigger than big, he wanted it enormous.
He wanted yellow, black and red and looking kinda fabulous.
So Jack built his biz and he made himself some money,
But he never found a woman, he never found his honey.
No apple of his eye, no one to share the tale
Of Liberty Jack, the man who couldn’t fail.

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May 16, 2012

100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups – #41......Yorick 42


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I am late. Beyond late. The gates have closed, the ship has left. However, here is the entry that would have been submitted to Week 41 of the 100 Word Challenge for which we were set a picture prompt. The picture is below.

Yorick 42


“Smithers! What drivel is this? Not only do you hand in your homework several days late but you deliver something that is unintelligible claptrap.”

“Sir?”

“Indulge me Smithers. What kind of nonsense is this? ‘We have here an archetype of structure, a collective memory of life seen through death, seeking new form, escaping the constraints of previous bindings.’ Smithers, you are an incorrigible arse.”

“Yes, sir.”

“And I am less than amused by your title for this exercise. More inane vacuous platitudes. Do tell, please. What I am to make of 'Yorick 42' ?”

“It is an infinite jest, sir.”


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May 7, 2012

100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups - #40 …….Ruby….….

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The meeting

Thirty-four years apart, my first love, my muse. A lifetime since that sweet embrace and gentle kiss of tender youth. Memory faded yet grew stronger, her power never dimmed. She was, she is, she will always be the first.

Two lives lived, two hearts tempered. She sits here now, eyes that dance, smile that flickers. My love has aged beautifully.

A chance rediscovery, a deliberate meeting. Curiosity for now, memory of then, a tie that never broke while lives rose and fell. And by her side an echo of her younger self. “Remember that time…” “Yes” “Well, this is Ruby”.

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Apr 29, 2012

100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups - #39: …….I’m exhausted. Shut the door behind you….….



This week's challenge is a this very straight forward prompt.…."I’m exhausted. Shut the door behind you…."
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That Was The Week That Was


Central London, two men sit in arm chairs.

“Bloody hell, what a week that was”

“Yes”

“I have no idea how we got through it”

“We?”

“Well, you.”

“Yes.”

“Radio, newspapers, TV. That mad woman, Dorries, Jeremy Hunt, both Murdoch’s, a grouchy judge, economy in recession. Far right and moderate left winning big in France. Worlds gone mad.”

“Probably.”

“More soldiers dying in Afghanistan. The wettest drought on record……….”

“I know.”

“Tomorrow, you have 17 appointments only. So we’ll have time to run through your reshuffle plans."

“Great”

“You don’t sound that keen”

“I’m exhausted. Shut the door behind you as you leave.”

“Yes, Prime Minister.”

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Apr 21, 2012

100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups - #38: …the sonnet….



This week's challenge is a poetry challenge in the form of a sonnet. We have the following rules
You must write 14 lines only; You can use 10 syllables per line (choice); You could use the following rythmn - a-b-a-b, c-d-c-d, e-f-e-f, g-g. (choice)
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The Poet

She’s a poet you know, and she loves her rhyme,
She crafts and shapes, she teases and creates
Spells for readers, a world without time:
Space for her thoughts, what she loves, what she hates.

I was caught, trapped by her magic refrain
Never thinking of danger, nor pain ahead
I stumbled, I fell, I tried to explain
But my words lay lost, rotting, dying then dead.

We left the forest with its safe embrace,
Resolved to walk on and look way ahead,
All I took was the memory of her face,
She took her words, found a new path to tread.

There was love in those words, faith in the deeds,
And somewhere quietly my heart still bleeds.

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Mar 25, 2012

100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups - #35: …the red box….


This week's challenge is a word prompt....…the red box….
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Phoenix

He was eccentric to the end, my Dad. The man who climbed Mont Blanc in tennis shoes and had beaten Omar Sharif at backgammon had a manner that could only be described as benign madness. Lacing his pudding with Benedictine before taking it to the, naturally Benedictine, monastery on the other side of the valley was typical. Apparently he’d taught Bill Clinton to play sax. Maybe he did. And to the end he honoured his syncopated response to the normal as he lay in his coffin, his box, painted red with gold handles with a phoenix carved on the lid.


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Mar 13, 2012

100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups - #34: …but I turned it off….


This week's challenge is a word prompt....…but I turned it off….
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Nonsense

But I turned it off, it wasn’t m' fault, it’s the 'orse, of course, that decided to bolt.
I took leaps of faith and tried to undo, the pain and the angst of m' best friend 'oo,
Could never resist the joys of Torbay where she went with 'er friends each Wednesday.

But I turned it off and it didn’t work, a bit like m' Da' who sometimes would shirk,
A day of 'ard labour, of sweat and of toil and blisters on 'ands that rose like a boil,
And now it’s all gone, life’s just not that fun because that thing was a thing that never was on.


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Mar 6, 2012

100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups - #33: An 'orse.

This week's challenge is the grown up version of this challenge for children and asks that we "Look carefully at it [the picture] and think about a creative story that it might be linked to." and also to "Please make sure it is your own work that you share!"
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My mate is a philistine, a cultural peasant. He thinks Bolero is an ice-lolly and The Nutcracker is a wrestling move.

So here we are, on our way back from a surfing weekend, at the Eden Project. It’s big, massive actually, and full of pretty awesome stuff.

We turn a corner. A guide preaches to a small quiet, attentive group “Here we have a superb rendition of natural balance, life and death, power and grace, captured in classical form. This represents our eternal futility in the face of nature.

“Bugger me,” says my mate “I thought it represented an ‘orse”.

The photo was taken at the Eden Project and the artist is Heather Jansch.

Mar 4, 2012

100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups - #32: Take a Leap of Faith



He sniffed the breeze. Warm and gentle, it would make no difference. He had dreaded this for months but knew he had to go through with it.

He stared at the white sand so very far away and whispered to himself “Jump! He will put his angels in charge of you” (Matthew 4:6)

Breathe, slow. Relax. Clear the mind. For God’s sake.

"Rejoice in that day and leap for joy, because great is your reward in heaven” (Luke 6:23)

The tannoy barked “And next in the Village Sports Fair we have the Long Jump.”

“You’re up next Vicar. Good luck!”


Feb 25, 2012

100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups - #31: The Flipside


Flipside. Who Knew?

Flipside, a town in the video game Super Paper Mario
DJ Flipside, a radio host on Chicago station WBBM-FM
Flipside, a music video program of MTV Asia and IBC-13
Flipside (fanzine), a punk magazine published 1977–2001
The Flip Side, a section of The Columbus Dispatch newspaper
Burning Flipside, a Texas arts festival descended from Burning Man
The Flipside, a song by Moloko from their album I Am Not a Doctor
Flipside, a teen magazine from the Institution of Engineering and Technology
Flipside, a song by ‘Everything but the Girl’ from their 1996 album Walking Wounded


100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups - #30: It wasn’t my fault



“I just don’t understand.” whispered the tall pale man.

“You’ve never been wrong before. Every time I’ve sought your guidance in the good times and the bad you’ve been the only one I could trust, the only one who could see how things would turn out.” His voice barely raised above a desperate rasp as he glared at her.
“You said if I took strong decisive action a great business would fall.”
She was serene. She spoke, softly.
 “I am never wrong. You did, and it did. But you assumed the fall would be ABN’s. It wasn’t my fault, Fred.”

100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups – Week #29: Wednesday


“Wedunsday. Wed - uns - day. Wensday. Arrrghhh, Miss. Why is Wensday spelt Wed - Nes - Day when no-one, no-one in the whole wide world, not even Mr Crampton who says everything properly, like ‘to whom does this belong’, not even he says ‘Wed-Nes-Day’. Poxy word!”
“Georgie!! That will do! I will not have that sort of language in my class.”
“But Miss. It is.” 
“Georgina McFadden, you know perfectly well that one of the glories of English is its heritage. It gives us precision, flexibility and beauty. And some eccentricity.”
“Yes Miss”
“Now class, the spelling of………….Febrewry.”