Another entertaining Episode of Guitar Mancer in the serial by Teagan.
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Another exciting episode in Teagan’s serial, “Get Caught Reading–The Sign of the Ape 2.
The month of May is a lovely time of year. It’s also Get Caught Reading (GCR) Month. As many of you know, I’m doing a midweek mini-series in support of this public service campaign. The intention of GCR is to encourage people of all ages to read, and that is what bloggers do with every post. So this fictional, fanciful story includes an intrepid band of bloggers.
Have you caught me reading any sort of novel? Why yes you have — the novel that inspired the title of this mini-series, Arthur Conan Doyle’s The Sign of the Four. The plot has nothing to do with my story though. I was not ambitious enough to try and follow the footsteps of Sherlock Holmes. You can get The Sign of the Four freehere.
During the first chapter I found a shimmering airship outside my window. The…
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This story was written for Sunday Photo Fiction–May 1st, 2016. Each week the host, Al Forbes, provides a picture prompt. The challenge for each member of the group is to write an original story or poem with no more than 200 words and inspired by the prompt.
To read the other stories written by group members, just click on the little blue frog in the blue box.
The link to the other stories this week is as follows:
Genre: Humor Fiction
Word Count: 5+200=205 Words
THE BRAVE AND THE DEDICATED by P.S. Joshi
Every year there were brave, dedicated people given the task to put their lives in danger for the greater good and the welfare of the nation’s children. They didn’t ask for the job, it was assigned to them. Neither rain, nor sleet, nor ice, nor snow could be an excuse for stopping.
They weren’t awarded great honors for doing it. There were no laurel wreaths or parades. No slave stood beside them in a chariot saying, “Remember, you are only a man.”
These were the driving instructors in the local high schools.
Ledbetter’s Lake High School was rural. Some of the youngsters had been driving tractors. They took the course for an ‘easy A’. “Yeah,” Rudy Hefflefinger said with a grin, “that’ll be my only ‘A’ in high school. It should raise my ‘D’ average a little.”
Lily Crickle was not optimistic. As she told her best friend, Bettsie, “I’m scared half to death. I’ve never been behind a wheel in my life. Dad said I had to learn to drive so I could go to Business College in the city when I graduate. My whole future depends on it.”
It was a snowy and icy winter in northeastern Ohio.
Congratulations, Jacqueline, on your first book! And all good wishes on the next one.
I feel a deep sense of release. I don’t know how to express my thoughts. It’s been a climb and sometimes a dip, but I knew that one day, I will arrive at this juncture.
Except I sit with you over a cup of tea, maybe only then will you really understand my journey – one day, I shall speak of these things.
To all those who have supported me to this point, I remain ever grateful. You have no idea what your friendship means to me and how far it’s taken me.
I present to you – even though some of you had a sneak cover peek, it was tweaked a bit – my poetry book. I laughed writing some, I bled writing some, I sighed writing some and I cried writing some.
It’s all Glory to Him. He made it possible.
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