The Sunday Yarn ~ Conference

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copyright - Joe Owens 2015

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They gathered for a brainstorming meeting below the ‘share an idea’ sign.
The expectation to be creative and deliver amazing ideas weighed heavily upon them. The insecurity of actually sharing their ideas ……….. What if they get rejected? What if people think the ideas are tacky? What if they think I am a fraud?

As regional leaders we have a responsibility to help our brothers. As leaders we have a responsibility to help them. Without creating a sense of security we shall never get them to get out and vote. But how do we create such an atmosphere?

They must feel that their lifestyle has been upgraded – or they shall not vote for us at the coming elections.

The infighting was apparent in their attitudes. There were meetings within the meeting and nobody really concentrated on the problem at hand. They were more interested in the bits of roasted beef tossed at them.

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Thank you Joe Owens for the prompt.

 

He was truly innocent.

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Photo by Barbara W. Beacham

Finish the story begins with: “The old typewriter had a mind of its own”

The old typewriter had a mind of its own – the man was unhappily aware of its power.

He made his living writing crime-fiction for pulp magazines. He typed the stories and often sent them in without a second look. He built upon events around him and garnished them with murder, robbery and rape.

One day he had to wait for the publisher; and while waiting started flipping through the pages of a recently published magazine …… Melissa was being raped by the villainous Duke. He was sure it had been Melissa’s friend who had been raped. Previous editions had also been tampered.

The lady whom he had characterized as Melissa had actually been raped. This was no coincidence – the robbery at the jeweler (originally a bank) had actually taken place ……… on and on.

He sold the typewriter to Jack …….  Jack the ripper.
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Click the link to know what Jack did with it ……
https://yarnspinnerr.wordpress.com/2013/03/17/the-sunday-yarn-unsolved/

Mondays Finish the Story

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Of parallels

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©Dawn_Landau

Copyright – © Dawn Q. Landau

The husband and the wife used the path by the rail track for their ritual morning walk. The 5.57 passed them by the glade just before the caravan yard. Occasionally the driver waived at the walkers.

Then the husband suffered a stroke and passed on to the other side of the track. They all still go for their morning walk.

Like the rail tracks they are always together but never meet.

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Thanks for the prompt Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. SHALOM.

 

The broken symmetry

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Copyright – Marie Gail Stratford

The Exxon sign was reflected in the mirror across his bed. It distracted him.

It was especially irritating today as he needed to concentrate on the large rock. He had just saved his index-finger from the drill. The laser units had forced him to set up as a free-lancer. His skills and the demand for hand-cut gems ensured his survival. It required working around the God particle of crystal so as not to disturb the super-symmetry.

The large rock he was cleaving needed extreme concentration but a glare from the Xs in the Exxon made him blink and the rock splintered.

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Thanks for the prompt Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. SHALOM.

 

Missing ….

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Copyright B.W. Beacham

Finish the story begins with: “Little did they know when the photographer took their picture that they would find themselves trapped in a painting.”

Little did they know when the photographer took their picture that they would find themselves trapped in a painting. The beat-cop was watching and saw the four musicians disappear in thin air and the smirk on the photographer’s face.

The cop arrested the photographer and seized his camera. The film-type camera contained 31 exposed frames; images of different groups of people in varying locations of the country.

No charges could be pressed as such crimes are not listed in Country’s penal code. The case for soul trapping was strong as 101 persons of the 117 people in the captured images had been reported as missing. The remaining 16 were either too sick to be questioned or had been unaware of being photographed. Amazingly, they comprised background of the images. In absence of objective proof the photographer was let-off.

World over thousands of people go missing each day and many of them are never found.

Reading this,  Alec Smart commented, ‘more elbow space’.

Words < 150

Mondays Finish the Story

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The Sunday Yarn ~ Chimera

Prompt ~

Waves engulfing a lighthouse

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He felt like a hunted beast who has found a retreat. The bushed man finally convinced the admiral that he could keep the lighthouse. He did not know that the officer-incharge was hard pressed to find a keeper and there were no other candidates.

The last keeper unable to bear the hermit like life and the tough duties had quit. During the day he gave signals by waving flags of different colors to indicate the rise and fall of mercury in the weather-gauge; and at sunset – he had to light the lanterns at the top of the tower after climbing more than four hundred unusually high-steps. It reminded him of the attic his wife escaped to after dinner.

Looking down from the balcony of the tower at the sea, the new keeper was reminded of his past travails – the winds were his enemy. As soon as he settled down and lighted his fire, the wind tore out the roots of his abode; whirled away the fire, and pushed him on to newer destinations.

Suddenly, he noticed the turbulence in the sea below him and the darkening horizon. The evil winds had found him once again.

Words  < 200

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Thanks Al for the lovely prompt.

 

An old romance

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PHOTO PROMPT -Copyright Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Copyright – Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

She stood on the balcony mimicking the bird below chirp in agony.

Romeo: Juliet! Right now I’m just the creeper below your balcony, pretty thingggg.

Juliet: Excuse me! Pretty thingggg …. I’m no pretty-thing!

Romeo: Well. I mean. You’re not completely ugly in day light.

Juliet: Ugh!

Romeo: Sorry, You do look good sometimes especially with the red-mouth stuff and those stiff petticoats in candle light.

Juliet: (swooning) Oh, Romeo!

Romeo: Oh, July!

Juliet: Ohhhh …… Mother Mary.

Romeo: I am not sure how your dad would react. It matters little as long as he does not hand me over to his mafia pals.

Juliet: Romeo. Leave …. now.

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Thanks for the prompt Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. SHALOM.