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The Girl Who Dreamed of Flying


Once upon a time…you know where this is going. You might even think, this is one of those ‘fairy tales’ and dismiss it straight away as a myth, but I can assure you it is truer than true. For it is true that everything in this world has a once upon a time; even you, if you think about it, when you burst purple, wet into this place, gulping your first breath, eyes squinting at the bright glare of life.

And so it was for Clarissa. Born in a humble wisteria-draped cottage in a dingle village long, long ago, Clarissa emerged from the Guf laughing, eyes wide and bright. The midwife declared, “My my, but this is a special one!” Never had a truer thing been uttered, as time would tell.

As soon as she could walk, Clarissa set about exploring every cranny and nook. Birds and bugs, whirlygigs, cottonwood fluff and witch’s gowan wishies…flying things, were her favorite things of all. She spent hours studying them, quite unusual for a youngster, and gibbering to them about this and that, as if they were listening. She dreamed of flying like her airborne friends. One day she did. It was the saddest of all days the dingle had ever known.

On that dark and dreadful day Clarissa managed to escape the watchful eyes of her doting mum to wander up the mountain trail to the lookout ledge. She stood there for a moment, feet clinging to the rocky crag, arms extended, her fiery red curls dancing in the wind, and she laughed so loudly it caught the attention of every living thing below. They watched aghast as Clarissa lept into a swooping gust and flew for a short, too few magnificent seconds.

Frantic to save her, every winged, wispy thing surrendered their feathers and wings, whirligigs and fluffy, puff wishies to the wind, hoping to break her fall her by blanketing the dingle in feathery fluff, but they were no match for gravity’s power, drifting helplessly in the air. Clarissa fell right through them, landing in a horrible thud as the last echo of her laughter faded in the distance.

Now you may not notice it when it happens but I can assure you it’s true. Every time a child laughs a bird sheds a feather or bug its wings. And sometimes Maple tree whirligigs, cottonwood fluffies and dandelion wishies take to the wind too. All to remember Clarissa, the girl who dreamed of flying, and to add another moment’s wonder and happiness to children everywhere. For it is also true that their magnificent innocence, like Clarissa’s ill-fated flight, fades far too quickly, like echoes of laughter in the distance.

~kat

A Folktale for Jane Dougherty Microfiction Challenge inspired by Jeren of itsallaboutnothing’s poem that you can read HERE.


Mother Lode

Photo by Claire Sheldon


“How many of these are there?”

“I don’t know, a couple hundred.”

“You sure the old lady said she hid money in her stuffed animals?”

“That’s what my cousin’s, friend’s, mother heard her neighbor say.”

“What?! I can’t believe I’m sitting here unstuffing this woman’s creepy collection on hearsay!”

“But it could be true! Besides, I trust my cousin.”

“You lost me at ‘friend’, my friend. The old lady will be back soon. If we don’t find something soon, I’m outa here!

Just then a shiny penny tumbled from a pile of stuffing. 

“Really dude?! God!!!!”

“Well, it IS money!”

~kat

100 Words for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields Friday Fictioneers 100 Word Story Challenge based on the photo above by Claire Sheldon. 


Twittering Tales #35 – 20 June 2017


About the challenge: Each Tuesday I will provide a prompt, and your mission, if you choose to play along, is to tell a story based on that prompt in 140 characters or less. If you accept the challenge, be sure to let me know in the comments with a link to your tale.

A final note: if you need help tracking the number of characters in your story, there is a nifty online tool that will count for you at charactercountonline.com.

I will do a roundup each Tuesday, along with providing us a new prompt. Have Fun!

Twittering Tale #34 – The Round-Up


From Michael at Morpethroad:

She needs iron in her diet.
You won’t fool her.
Salami nanas are the newest craze.
You’ve an ice-blocks chance you know.
How was that?
Oh! Yuck.
(140 characters)

From Reena at ReInventions

Could this really be the cause of a divorce? Her US-based trophy husband, turned out to be non-vegetarian. Ouch! Back home, the Jain girl had never smelt or tasted meat.
(140 characters)

From Oneta at Sweet Aroma:

Sixty years she cooked for her meat-lovin’ man. Now heart-healthy diet only! Fruit ok’d by the rehab nurse.  Love found a way!

From Neel at Neel Writes Blog:

Pre-marriage life was bliss. Post marriage the love peeled away.
What remained was the hard crust of hate.
Post-divorce she held on to the crumbs.

From Kitty at Kitty’s Verses:

He was offered the food, & the cat grabbed it from his hand.She lay unconscious,after taking a bite.The host was at her wit’s end.
(134 characters)

From Di at Pensitivity101:

She said she fancied banana pizza!
(34 characters)

From Michael at Flawed Masterpieces:

Jerry peeled the banana, waiting for a pleasant sunrise, only to discover the monkey had swapped out the fruit for day old kielbasa!

From Willow at Willowdot21:

It was decided that this was a clever joke. Someone had removed the banana fruit from the skin. They all thought it was fun,sadly it wasn’t.
(140 Characters)

From Kathryn at Another Foodie Blogger:

Sue loved playing pranks on her vegetarian friend, but she might have gone too far. After “peeling” the banana, Jen fled the room, retching.

From Lorraine at In 25 Words More or Less:

Mae “Deli” West: “Is that a [salama]banana in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?” (92)

From Radhika at RadhikasReflections:

Constantly trying to please her cynical husband and his unending demands, left her confused about her own identity.
(115 characters)

From Francine at Woman Walks Dog:

That wild Timelord  Dr Who ! He’s been visiting GModGroogFood Galaxy again and he’s dumped his leftover snacks in an earth park. Shall we try some?

From Soul Connection at Through My Heart’s Web:

Cruelty at par…How could they peel off my skin and use it to cover this weird look alike of mine.I am all NAKED.EAT ME or COVER ME Please.

From Peter at Peter’s Ponderings:

Deirdrie was surprised, and more than a little disappointed, that Charles had misinterpreted her suggestion of a game of hide the sausage!
(138 characters)

and my take starting us off:

“Banangers?!” Emily screeched, “You’re insane Tom!” 
“But it’s brilliant Em. GMO meat trees will be the new superfood.”
“I think I’ll pass!”
(138 Characters)

Well well! A very creative bunch you are! I admit, last week’s photo was a bit bananas! Thanks for giving it a go.

Decided to mellow it out this week. Found this great photo at Pexels.com by photographer, Tyler Hendy. First official day of summer comes along this week. Nothing like sitting outside at your favorite place enjoying the long nights over a coffee or tea or something a bit more spirited. 😊 Anyhoo, hope you’ll tell me a story about this scene. Romance, intrigue, mystery, drama, or thriller? Oh my! The possibilities are endless! Have fun!

Twittering Tale #35 – 20 June 2017

Photo by Tyler Hendy at pexels.com

 

“Great!” she mumbled, before slipping away unnoticed, “Stuart from the mailroom.”

Stuart waited two hours. His blind date never showed.

~kat

(136 Characters)


Twittering Tale #34 – 12 June 2017

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About the challenge: Each Tuesday I will provide a prompt, and your mission, if you choose to play along, is to tell a story based on that prompt in 140 characters or less. If you accept the challenge, be sure to let me know in the comments with a link to your tale.

A final note: if you need help tracking the number of characters in your story, there is a nifty online tool that will count for you at charactercountonline.com.

I will do a roundup each Tuesday, along with providing us a new prompt. Have Fun!

Twittering Tale #33 – The Round-Up

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“Architecture” from Pixabay.com

From Michael at Morpethroad:

All was in readiness
The trap had been set.
Settle back, be patient.
Wait.
The prize well worth the trouble.
A promotion rested on this success.
(140 characters)

From Kitty at Kitty’s Verses:

Two made a couple and the bench was perfect sit out for the both of them. Stealing a glance from above, he let out a sigh, One! is a loner.
139 characters

From Soul Connection at Through My Heart’s Web:

Everyday I used to secretly glance at you.
Never expressed my Love as you were married.
Today for d last time I will see You..
Sadly in coffin.

From Shweta at My Random Ramblings:

He peeked through the blinds,
camera in hand,
careful not to make any sound.
He was determined,
to snap a photo of the rather elusive Blackbird.
(140 characters)

From Willow at Willowdot21:

How long had he been out? The square was empty. Time to go she decided, just then she saw his car.Damn too late quickly she re hid her case.
(140 Characters)

From Reena at ReInventions:

The sun had set, and it was time for him to move out in his dark black suit. Another night of terror, another night of crime …. nobody knew Dr. Jekyll was really Edward Hyde.
(140 characters)

From Jane at Jane Dougherty Writes:

The upstairs neighbour who spends every weekend partying hasn’t taken up his usual seat yet. Hope the varnish doesn’t dry too quickly.

From Michael at Flawed Masterpieces:

Mary looked out the window, hoping for her own little peeping Tom. Just as she looked, she felt the tingling sensation of her late husband.

From Di at Pensitivity101:

Of course he wasn’t paranoid.
Someone had moved the bench, that’s all.
(69 characters)

From Patty at PJTemple:

I bought a unit overlooking the bench where we first kissed. I know she said it was over, but I just had to be close to her somehow.

From Barbara at Teleporting Weena:

THE CURSE

50 years locked in your room
50 years your curse from the moon

The curse was lifted today
Twitching back the curtain,
She smiled
(Character count 125)

From Kathryn at Another Foodie Blogger:

His monochrome world was driving him insane. Each day, he took one peek through the blinds, wishing for that technicolor Oz moment. Alas.

From Sangbad at Thoughts of Words:

why the evening is so serene…where the kids have gone…oh, blimey…they’ve gone to war…but, then who’re ascending…shadowy figures…
(140 characters)

From Peter at Peter’s Ponderings:

She hoped to see who kept leaving food on the doorstep. I do hope there’s fewer beans this week she thought, dashing to the loo yet again!
(138 characters)

From Nicola at Sometimes Stellar Storyteller:

She never was good at hide and seek but the stakes had never been this high before. In her current mood, I’d be a fool to underestimate her.

From Diganta at Plastic Souls…A bit of flash fiction inspired by the photo that you should have a look at. It’s a really nice read. Thanks Diganta! Click HERE.

From Susmita at Uniquesus

The nattily dressed stranger sat on the bench of their alley every evening. “What must be keeping him away today?” thought Judy.
(131 characters )

From Oneta at Sweet Aroma:

They say I’m in my son’s house
Too old to live alone
They say he’ll care for me
But I know that cannot be.
My son is a baby – he is only three.

From Francine at Woman Walks Dog:

‘Ha ha – my cunning clues worked, led them Them straight here into my trap…
thought they could cheat me eh? Their turn to feel sorry”

and starting us off, my tweet tale:

“Do you see her?”
“Not yet. Settle down. You’ll spoil the surprise.”
Just then, Grandma walked in from the back door.
“Surprise!” she shouted.

Just as I had suspected, there were quite a few tales lurking behind the curtain this week. We had a bit of romance, intrigue, mystery, horror, drama, tragedy, and comedy. Well done! You all are awesome! So many different takes on this photo. Thanks so much for joining the challenge.

This week, I found this odd photo at pixabay.com by photographer, stevepb. See what you can make of it! Does it look like the greatest thing since sliced bread to you…or something horrible? Have fun my friends! See you at the Round-Up next week! 🙂

Twittering Tale #34 – 12 June 2017

Bananas

Photo by stevepb at pixabay.com

“Banangers?!” Emily screeched, “You’re insane Tom!” 
“But it’s brilliant Em. GMO meat trees will be the new superfood.”
“I think I’ll pass!”

(138 Characters)

~kat


Hopeless Grace

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Suspense by Charles Burton Barber

Beads of sweat dotted her forehead as she crouched, trembling under a makeshift shelter of cardboard panels. Her swollen belly tightened as surging bolts of excruciating pain crushed her frail frame. 

After hours of agony she birthed not one, but two baby girls. “Two too many mouths to feed,” she thought. She swaddled them in rags and placed them in a tattered basket, scratching a note to the good sisters. “Please care for them”, she wrote, “I cannot.” 

Before dawn she stumbled into town leaving them at the abbey door. As she watched from a distant doorway, the sisters of St Gertrude’s Orphanage took the twins in just as she had hoped they would.  

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The sisters named the babies Hope and Grace. Hope was the quieter of the two. She rarely made a sound and seemed to prefer observing life as it passed before her. Grace, true to her name, was a delightful, good natured bundle of joy. She quickly caught the attention of a barren couple who visited the orphanage hoping to find a child to call their own.

The adoption fee was quite high, but it ensured the means of prospective parents and their ability to provide for the children placed in their care. The sisters never mentioned that Grace was a twin for fear that the couple might change their mind. Finally the papers were signed and fees paid. Grace became a daughter that day, while Hope remained behind.

Seven years passed. Grace thrived in every way. Her wealthy parents showered her with love and comfort, seeing to her every need and want.

While at the park one spring day Grace noticed a girl, strikingly familiar, amongst the orphans that came to play every week. She approached the girl.

“Hello,” she smiled, “my name is Grace, what’s your name.”

Hope looked up, her eyes widening. It was like looking into a mirror. “I’m Hope,” she replied, “you look just like me. How can that be?”

The girls became fast friends. Grace begged her nanny to take her to the park on the days when the orphans would be there. She told Hope about her lovely home and family, her dog, Button and her kitten, Scratch. Hope, in turn, told Grace about her life at the orphanage. The sisters were kind and loving in their own way, but they were not a mommy and a daddy; something Hope longed for.

Overcome with compassion for the orphan, Grace had an idea. “you know Hope, you could be me and I could be you. I’m sure no one would be the wiser. Then you could see what it’s like to have a mommy and daddy.”

Hope thought for a moment. “That’s a fine idea Grace! I could do as you say. No one would be able to tell. If you are willing I would love to do it.”

The girls agreed to trade lives for one week. They swapped clothes behind a huge oak tree. Grace joined the other children as they lined up to return to the orphanage. And Hope skipped over to the nanny who was sitting on a park bench nearby.

Their plan worked like a charm. No one ever suspected. After a week’s time, while enjoying breakfast in bed, Hope decided she rather liked being a daughter with parents and a dog and kitten. There is an old wives tale about twins that says there is always a good twin and a bad twin. Hope definitely fit the latter description. What she was about to do to Grace was very bad indeed!

From that day forward she resisted the nanny most vehemently when she offered to take her to the park. There Grace returned week after week, waiting and watching for her doppelgänger to no avail. Eventually she realized she had been deceived, feeling helpless to fix the mess she’d gotten herself into. Surely no one would believe the truth were she to tell it. So she didn’t.

Poor hopeless Grace spent the rest of her youth with the good sisters of St. Gertrude while an imposter lived the life she forfeited for having too kind a heart.

-kat – 13 April 2017

For Jane Dougherty’s Sunday Strange Microfiction Challenge based on this painting called

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