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Submitted to Contest #180
Schlumping a pile of books, trinkets and a very good cashmere twinset, she barged into Mrs.McGillicuddy’s always-open front door and wrenched aside the flimsy opening to my makeshift study. Shocked, I turned just in time to receive the full brunt of the load aimed at my head. Every gift I’d given her including the ruby ring without the stone.“.......... Don’t try to contact me ever again” she snapped..............Don’t worry, I won’t” yelling as she left in high dudgeon. ●But I didn’t mean a word. She was Rosie, my fiancee and I adored...
Submitted to Contest #178
The day my life changed forever started with me suggesting an innocent trip to Stratford -upon -AvonA nice family outing for Aunt Bea, that’s me, my brother and his wife, and nephew, BertieIt was on the fourth day of my Christmas week with the family, when we’d reached that point where fish and guests after three days……….The trip would mean driving about 50 miles”We’d pass my uncle’s house, it was on the way, so I could surprise him and drop off a little gift of mincemeat pies. I’d just got the Queen’s recipe.“Where did you get it” Bertie my...
Shortlisted for Contest #177 ⭐️
There’s no sweeter sound in the world than your name.Until it doesn’t work for you. I started as Sean Murphy but ended up as Albert Schweissfuss . This is my tale of an immigrant’s life. =====……”There’s no future here for a young lad” Ma stated the obvious. I was fourteen, full of romantic ideas of a successful future. Ours was just another family cursed with extreme poverty. She couldn’t afford to show any pity, she had to encourage me to leave home, though her heart must have been breaking.………” You...
Submitted to Contest #176
…..……”It’s war. Making this proclamation was Fenrir the magnificent, undisputed king of the cat cabal. Born of noble lineage, rarest of chinchilla Persian cats. With a silky luxuriously thick white fur, finely etched streaks of black on paws and around the neck, he was spectacular.Fenrir resided in Bay Ridge, Brooklyn. His owner, Lord Garvagh, was descended from the errant son of a noble English family, banished to cool his aristocratic heels in the colonies. Links to the famous Courtauld's silversmiths k...
Submitted to Contest #175
Dear God, this is an awful place. Anxious and wide awake , the only passenger in the Company limo on his way to Burnsville, fifty miles north of the largest town in the state my Grandfather, Karl, was in turmoil. Why, he asked himself, for the umpteenth time would a major international Company locate its headquarters here.Twenty eight years old, hired for the executive trainee program, he had arrived at Tulsa International Airport an hour ago. Peering out the window the prairie offered nothing, no lights, no o...
Submitted to Contest #174
“What the……….it was here only 30 minutes agoHans stared stupidly at the empty rectangle of worn-away gravel, weeds, and murky puddle in the middle.Warned of such crimes he’d dismissed them as idle and unimportant. Outraged, feeling foolish, he churlishly kicked at the ground. Scheisse! I’ve been…………. CARNAPPEDA few people had gathered after hearing the commotion. Quietly muttering and nodding...
Submitted to Contest #172
Trembling at Heaven’s Gate, where earthly time ceases and a man’s fate is decided, I’m about to be immersed in my Final Test. Feeling strangely exhilarated in a state of wonder, confusion and dread, Heaven's Gate, like a gothic tower rising in the clouds has, inside, a cozy English pub.. Cordially invited by blissfully charming angels who’ve brought me to meet Peter the Great for my initial interview. He approaches with arms outstretched to embrace me, double kissed me on the cheeks, his stubby mustache felt rough. ...
Submitted to Contest #168
You shall be taken to a place henceforth and hanged by your neck till you are dead!The judge solemnly placed a black cap on his head to pronounce the awful words. My sentence was almost a blessed relief in comparison; Transportation for seven years.From my heavenly rest, cradled in a comfy hammock slung between cumulus clouds, this is my story.I’m Danny Boy, the Bastard son of a housemaid employed by a wealthy family, in Scotland. Delivering me in a hayloft on a soft day in the Spring of 1825, give or take a decade, I never heard of nor saw ...
Submitted to Contest #165
Carpe diem. Good advice, for you never know what tomorrow could bring. Arriving in New Zealand as a young immigrant from England, Alton got her dream job, denied by the BBC, (probably enough starry-eyed ingenues waiting for so few on-air jobs ) Alton was the exception, knew she’d have to work, just needed a foot on the ladder. Shopping reporter in the bucolic, charming City of Nelson, New Zealand was that.Adjusting a green beret on her auburn curls, she slipped on her Burberry trench coat, so perfect. It said professional, Elsie wo...
Submitted to Contest #163
The fourth Beatle had deep brown eyes, pale complexion, and immaculately groomed long hair. The youngest of the four, known as the quiet Beatle, with crooked teeth, appealing and shy, his spiritual quality was evident from the start. If my grandmother(Mary) could re -live any few moments of her life, it would be her interview with George Harrison. What she would tell him is in the rest of this story. Vaulted into celebrity stratosphere overnight after one appearance on the famous Ed Sullivan show, this was their...
Submitted to Contest #162
Bangers ‘n mash, mushy peas, I groaned, reading the menu chalked on the wallboard. Why can’t I get a fresh garden salad?“Peas are a pulse food, very good for you.” scolded my friend.“ I know, but don’t you grow lettuce in this country. “ Lettuce? lettuce is rabbit food.”The same age we’d met on enrollment day at LSE. Twenty years old from Oklahoma, my first time alone in London, my initial impression at the prestigious school was not going well.I’d like to register for the M-I-K-Elmas term, please.The thin gingery haired woman looked away, s...
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