GEORGIE

 

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Photo Copyright: Al Forbes

NOTE:  I’m back after taking a week’s vacation. Actually, I had a root canal with an abscess and the infection was no fun. The tooth had to be removed so I decided to take the time off while I healed. Pulling myself up 43 steps in our building with no lift was worse than the infection.

On a happier note, I recently was notified I’d won 2nd Place in a short story contest in an international publication, the free online CQ Magazine. On pages 55 and 56 the prize winners are announced. It’s a good magazine with interesting stories, articles, and artwork. My story and the other stories from the contest will be printed in the February 2017 edition. If anyone wants to see the magazine and list of winners, just look on Google Search for CQ Magazine and the article “Look at what’s inside CQ Magazine Articles on Calgary’s years…”. Click on the cover of the magazine shown, and wait until a smaller version is shown. Clicking on that will bring up the November issue of the magazine. You can adjust the size. On the right side is an arrow to open the issue. You can go to pages 55 and 56 to see the contest winners listed.

This week’s story was written for Sunday Photo Fiction–October 30th, 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, not including the title and inspired by the prompt.

To read the other stories written by group members, just click on the link below, then on the little blue frog in the blue box.

The link to the other stories this week is a follows:

https://sundayphotofictioner.wordpress.com/2016/10/30/sunday-photo-fiction-october-30th-2016/

Genre: Humor Fantasy

Word Count: 200 Words

GEORGIE by P.S. Joshi

Georgie was only famous once a year. He was a Halloween decoration.

He’d always wished he could have been scarier but was friendly-looking. He looked with envy on the decorations that made the children scream.

He could have been scary if he’d been made to, for instance, frown and show pointy teeth.

Every year he was dug out of the basement and stuck in the yard. Every year children laughed.

He did enjoy seeing the many different costumes. Some were even similar in looks to him.

Some of the children asked if he had a name. They were told it was Georgie. For crying out loud that had been the name of the deceased family dog. They could have named him Phillipe. That was much better than Georgie. He got that name because the family 3-year old liked it. He seemed to miss the dog. So, Georgie, it was.

This Halloween was made better by a tiny child who walked up to him and said, “Hello, Georgie. How’s it going? You’re looking good. I like your smile. You make me feel happy. I’m usually afraid of the dark, but when I look at you I’m okay with it. Happy Halloween.”

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Written Act of Kindness Award

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…That Other Man, scribbler, Eric J. Gates, lets me onto his blog page again…

Seumas shares his writing experience and advice and books he’s written.

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My Guest: Seumas Gallacher

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My Guest this week is a familiar visitor to this blog, well, he’s got to hang out somewhere I suppose, and he’s also a serial… writer, and that’s the very subject he’s going to broach today. Ladies and Gentlemen, the inimitable…

Seumas Gallacher

…this writing gig can be a really series business…

…eight years or so ago a bunch of fictional characters decided to become squatters in my head… Jack Calder and the team from International Security Partners (ISP) just simply moved in, set up house, and have remained resolutely unevictable ever since… there have been times when the noise ‘upstairs’ amongst what’s left of my wee grey cells has caused me serial insomnia… but by and large, I’ve grown accustomed to their cerebral presence… and I must confess, along the way over the eight years, through Master Calder and the troupe, I’ve learned some stuff…

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PSA from your phone insurance carrier:

Hilarious but true. Please be nice when you call. She’s doing her best.

Kawanee's Korner

Dear random user of varied cell phone and such devices,

I am here for you, I feel bad for your situation and believe me I REALLY REALLY want to help you with your phone situation and get you back to connecting to your Words-With-Friends, Pokemon Go, and your favorite pastime of taking selfies and talking bad about the person you hate who may also be your best friend. Nothing would make me happier.

I cannot help that your kid is a clutz, or irresponsible, or that some jackwagon low-life stole your phone. I am here to take your call, sympathize, file your claim and then get a new device out to you as soon as possible.

BUT as the person taking your call I have a list of Do’s and Don’ts for you.

DON’T go on and on for 45 minutes about your conspiracy theory about your particular phone’s issue.

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Laughter the best medicine – Graveyard humour – Laugh while you can!!!

Hilarious.

Smorgasbord - Variety is the spice of life

As we enter the realm of Halloween it is time to disinter humour from the darkside.. and also by email from a friend…. in celebration.

halloweenA truly Happy Person is one who can enjoy the scenery on a detour, and one who can enjoy browsing old cemeteries! There are some fascinating things on old tombstones . . .

Harry Edsel Smith of Albany, New York Born 1903–Died 1942 Looked up the elevator shaft to see if the car was on the way down. It was.

In a Thurmont, Maryland cemetery: Here lies an Atheist, all dressed up and no place to go.

On the grave of Ezekial Aikle in East Dalhousie Cemetery, Nova Scotia: Here lies Ezekial Aikle, Age 102. Only the good die young.

In a London, England cemetery: Here lies Ann Mann, who lived an old maid but died an old Mann. Dec. 8, 1767

In a Ribbesford…

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I’m out

Please read.

Linda G. Hill

I’m out. Of money, that is. It’s official. I went to the grocery store today to pick up some essentials and I got the dreaded “Insufficient Funds” screen on the debit machine. Though it’s killing me to do so, I’d like to ask a favour.

If you haven’t already, please buy my book. If you have, or if you have a friend who might like it, please direct them to it. Reblog, share on social media, have a parade down the main street of your town or city, whatever it is you normally do to get attention. If I can get to $100 in royalties, Amazon will pay me next month – they hold smaller amounts.

If you know me, you know I never ask for anything. I hate asking for anything. Please, just share this post. And if you have 99¢ and want to read a really funny book…

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FEMINIST FRIDAY

Great post.

Haddon Musings

Today I would like  to continue celebrating National Writing Day by sharing with you some wonderful writers that it  has been my pleasure to meet through writing my blog.

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D. Wallace Peach (Dianne) specializes in writing fantasy that will transport you to a different time and place.  Her blog site is Myths of the Mirror and she can be found at http://www.mythofthemirror.com.


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Brigid P. Gallagher is a holistic practitioner who writes about “life lessons in being slow” and soon will publish a book filled with these lessons. She can be found at Watching the Daisies, http://www.watchingthedaisies.com.

osyth

Osyth takes beautiful photographs and spins interesting yarns.  She can be found at Half Baked in Paradise, http://www.osyth.org.

judy

Judy Dykstra-Brown writes a blog titled Life Lesson and she can be found at http://www.judydystrabrown.com.  You are sure to enjoy her gorgeous photography and her funny and quick witted poetry.

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Lyn from Lynz Real Cooking, http://www.lynzrealcooking.com…

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Aunt Ader’s Place

Linda remembers living history.

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Aunt Ader’s House was reminiscent of the two pictured here.

dog-trotI had no idea who Aunt Ader was, or that her name should actually have been pronounced Ada, but her old farm house was a wonder.  Uncle C H, my Aunt Jenny’s on-again off-again husband apparently enjoyed some claim to it, because over the course of my childhood, several of my relatives rented it, probably when they’d fallen on hard times.  It stood high on a hill surrounded by several huge oaks.  A rutted red-dirt drive curved its way up toward the house, dusty in summer and rutted deeply in rainy weather.   In the spring and early summer weeds sprigged up between the tire tracks, kept short courtesy of the undercarriage of the vehicles making their way up the hill.  Though Aunt Ader’s forebears had been prosperous landowners a couple of generations back, the…

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Independent motion – can you help?

Please read this and help if you can.

Sue Vincent's Daily Echo

What would you give to make a dream come true if you woke to find yourself living a nightmare?

What would you feel if you could never again walk on a beach? Or go out alone in the snow…feel the stillness of a wood or cross a field?

And then, you found a way…

In 2009, my son was a successful young man with a bright future… until he was stabbed through the brain in an unprovoked attack and left for dead in an alley.

He was found almost immediately by passers-by who saved his life. By the time we arrived at the hospital, Nick was being prepared for emergency brain surgery. We were allowed to see him, for a few minutes, to say goodbye. He was not expected to survive…


Over the past couple of years, many in the blogging community have come to know my son and know…

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THANK YOU

Nick has found a way to do many things in nature he enjoys but needs equipment. His post explains.

Nick Verron

I cannot properly express the gratitude I feel for the way people are coming together to help me realise my dream. I dream of independent freedom.

I thought freedom would forever be out of my reach. Being reliant on an electric wheelchair is very restrictive; steps become your nemesis, electricity a necessity. The other option is to be completely dependent on somebody pushing me in a manual wheelchair. Both the options will not allow me to traverse rough terrain. Not that I MYSELF am doing any traversing, I am just sat there, motionless, feeling disconnected to the world passing me by. I thought this would always be the case.

I moved down to the coast because I love the sea; I loved walking across the beach, felt connection and relaxation for my soul. After my attack, I had resigned to never being able to do this again. I grew up playing on Ilkley…

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