Finish The Story #1… In The Saloon…

January 20, 2016 jacquelineobyikocha10 Comments

Alphabet story and I started the story chain below.

We now invite you to add to the story line 🙂

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Frank walks into the empty saloon.

It’s too early for the usual crowd.

Behind the bar, Brad is wiping down the counter and rearranging the bottles of the new order just received.

Tonight is the weekly lady’s night. He wants everything ready before they arrive and he gets swamped with orders.

Brad looks up at the sound of the opening door and sees the dude in the cowboy hat. He is an unfamiliar face.

‘Hello mate.’ Frank introduces himself, plunks down on a high bar stool and pulls out a picture from his pocket.

‘I am looking to meet this lady, Isobel. ‘Would you be knowing her whereabouts?’ He asked.

Brad is not sure what to make of the stranger and his question.

*****Now you can have fun and continue it. The picture could serve up some inspiration, and at the end of the trail of what we gather, we will publish the full length accrediting bits and pieces to the bloggers who contributed*******

Creative Writing · Fiction · Short Stories

Rolls of Dice…

January 18, 2016 jacquelineobyikocha28 Comments

Mike held his breath and closed his eyes. Anxiety curled in his stomach like viper.

He knew that the roll of the dice determined his doom.

For minutes, he reviled himself for the gambling, which overtook his senses.

Going to town with the lads had turned out not to be a very good idea.

A mug of beer became several and a roll of dice turned into several rolls too many.

‘I should have stuck with the coin machines.’ He thought.

‘What will I tell Bernadette?‘

‘How do I explain that I have lost the inheritance.’ ‘That we are heading for the poor house?‘

Like a man waiting for the knell of the tomb bell, the jingle of dices sounded ominous and then it stopped.

Gasps, shifting of bar stools and music in the background sounded louder.

Bracing himself he opened his eyes.

Incredible! By some lucky God of Roulette he won.

‘You lucky son of a gun,’ Todd pounded his back.

‘Well, drinks are on you.’

He collected his winnings, left several dollar bills for drinks and decided to go home.

In response to the FFAW photo prompt above. Thank you Etol for the photo and Priceless Joy for your enabling platform.

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A link to my neighbours/Community · Creative Writing · Family · Fiction · Short Stories

Fortune Unfounded…

January 17, 2016 jacquelineobyikocha32 Comments

The call for prayers blared through the loud speakers, the pull of the voice sounds compelling, but prayers are the furthest thing on Aashish’s mind.

He feels sad. He has no money to apply for residence visa for his wife and two daughters to join him and the much that he earns is barely enough to tide him over, after he had sent some home.

It’s Sunita’s birthday today, he thought that by now they would have been with him.

His children are growing up without him and yet the fortune that he sought, leaving them behind eluded him.

He pulls out the crumpled, almost faded picture of his family. It was taken years back in one of the quick snap booths, on one of their rare visits to town. It has been five long years, since he last set eyes on them. He has failed them and his shoulders slump further.

Sometimes his spirits are buoyed with stories of people winning lotteries and he struggled to buy a ticket, but it was always someone else who won.

He felt he was better off back home on his farm in Nepal and doing odd jobs to augment their meagre income.

At least he will get to be with his family again and he will be happier again and Anu will understand, he hopes.

Being away from his wife has been the hardest part. The fees for entertaining himself with one of the willing ladies was just too much luxury for him.

With a sigh of pent up emotions, he fished out his rubber-bound telephone from his pocket and dialed his brother’s number.

Hello Aadit, tell Anu that I am coming home, he said.

From my neighbours yards, I harvested these thoughts and would like to share them with you.

Feeding The Tiger, Fighting The Lions, from Deborah Crocker.

Getting That Book Constructed For Submission, from Connie Jasperson

How to easily find time for stress free blogging , from Janice Wald

I enjoyed reading Life Lessons from voyager of freedom.

Curative list of 2016 writing competitions from Yelhispressing

A little teaser for you from A Momma’s view.

A tale of two dips, from what’s for dinner moms.

Creative Writing · Humor - Bellyful of laughter · Love · Poetry/Poems

Sweet Indulgence…

January 17, 2016January 17, 2016 jacquelineobyikocha47 Comments

Honey sweet words you whispered to me,

In anticipation, they tickle me to my bones.

Pupils dilated, eyelashes flutter,

In deep sigh of sated, sweet affection,

The burst of sugary sensation,

Hits the right nerve centres.

It’s a chocolate dream.

Creative Writing · Poetry/Poems · Quotes For You

If I should fail…

January 15, 2016 jacquelineobyikocha34 Comments

Should I fail to say these words
That are etched upon my soul,
If I should fail to give voice
To the thoughts that wrangle for space within my head,
If I should fail to give birth to the dreams, in streams of eloquent consciousness
That run after me,
I would have died a thousand deaths.
I would meld within me,
And evaporate to nothingness.
I would implode.
An empty carcass of being.
Leaving nothing behind,
For you to feel me.

Creative Writing · Fiction · Friday Fiction in Five Sentences · Hope

Her Wintertime…Friday’s Fiction In Five Sentences.

January 15, 2016January 15, 2016 jacquelineobyikocha42 Comments

The tiny cry is simply magical.

The best sound that she’s ever heard.

For sixteen years she waited in the Lords chambers, until her faith had virtually shriveled to nothing.

Raising her tired arms, she holds them out for her brand new bundle of love.

At last, when she no longer expected it, fate chose to visit her in Wintertime.

Image credit: Pinterest.

Creative Writing · Humor - Bellyful of laughter · Poetry/Poems · The Daily Post

If I Was Set Free…

January 13, 2016 jacquelineobyikocha39 Comments

Super powers are certainly lovely to have, if such possibilities exist, however, I doubt very much if I can have those kind of super powers that would make me appear and disappear at will, besides, I am not sure I am keen on the connotation that this power might be used for negative endeavours.

I think I am far too gregarious to appear and disappear. In my language, my mother would call me “the one person, who is welcomed like a crowd of multiple people,” and my love for life around me, almost makes it impossible for me to sneak around.

Even if I had the luck to possess such skills, my reverberating energy would definitely alert those that I am trying to hide or seek from.

That said, I do think it would be lovely to possess the super-powers of a very convincing tongue; so that when I get to sit down with an agent/publisher, I would look them straight in the eyes, wearing my heart on my sleeves, I would tell them my writing thoughts and they would simply nod and nod.

They will have an auction war over my works and sign a fat check, sending me on my merry way to go and hammer out some more words. That’s my dream of super right now.

If I had the wings of a cooing dove,

Soft and gentle I will perch on your cove,

I will coo into your listening ears,

Understanding your sighs and your tears.

If I had the sweet tweet of a Nightingale,

Enthralled would you be with my tales,

You will let me out of my cage,

So that I may soar through the glades,

Tweeting high and free in the blue skies landscape.

The Daily Post Prompt Now You See Me, Now You Don’t.

You have a secret superpower: the ability to appear and disappear at will. When and where will you use this new superpower? Tell us a story.

Creative Writing · Haiku · Hope · Lifestyle · Poetry/Poems · Social Issues

Crystal Meth…

January 12, 2016January 12, 2016 jacquelineobyikocha34 Comments

A fascination of the Stars it held,

Purported to pleasure he heard,

Hope he keeps away from the Meth.

PLEASE NOTE! ‘The usage of crystal methamphetamine is dangerous.’

This is my first time participating in ‘Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Prompt Challenge‘ with the prompt words, ‘crystal’ and ‘hope.’

Creative Writing · Fiction · Short Stories

Barnaby is up to his usual tricks…

January 11, 2016 jacquelineobyikocha14 Comments

Philomena just started her new job as the lab technician. A lab with lots of gadgets, even a full-bodied skeleton.

She gets down to work intending to leave good impressions on her new boss, but something feels off.

Looking at the skeleton, it seems to have moved a few more inches.

‘It must be the light’ she mutters.

A shuffling sound has her turning. She is sure that the skeleton winked at her.

‘No! I must be imagining things.‘

Then she felt the slight ruffle of the hair at the nape of her neck.

Yelping in alarm, she dashes out to the hallway, almost knocking her new boss over in her haste.

What’s the problem, Philomena?

She barely utters a word, flapping like a crazed woman.

‘Oh darn it!’ He exclaims.

‘Barnaby is up to his old tricks.’

‘Not to worry my dear. He is quite harmless and very friendly too.’

‘He wants to get acquainted.’

‘He was the resident scientist who blew himself up in an experiment.’

‘He just can’t stop lingering in the lab.’

In response to the FFAW photo prompt above. Compliments to Pixabay for the photo and Priceless Joy for this challenge platform.

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Creative Writing · Fiction · Love · Short Stories Series

At Long Last! A Husband Found…

January 10, 2016 jacquelineobyikocha36 Comments

It’s a beautiful Spring morning. Everything shines and conspires in accord with the warmth that flows around.

Staring into the mirror in the dressing room, Tess’s joy overflows. She barely slept more than two winks.

The anticipation of her new life has her lips wreathed in smiles and her brown eyes glow in the bright light.

So does her mothers; who is busy blowing her nose and dabbing away tears of joy yet again. Mother dear, is proud of herself and her baby. She always believed that she knew what is best for her girl and she is taking some part of the good wishes for playing a major role in the matchmaking from the onset.

It’s been a year and three months of intense courtship with Humphrey and today is their wedding day. It had taken several unsuccessful, blind online efforts and an accidental date to find her man.

Who knew that her Prince was the proverbial boy next door or as the case may be, the boy in the Church.

She recalls the near times that she almost blew him off. The time that she was sure she had caught him cheating on her, but it turned out that the glimpse of tenderness that she saw through the jewelry windows was actually not what it seemed.

Her plan to confront him and get to the bottom of the cheating matter went askew when she arrived his birthday party only to see her supposed rival in a close clinch with Humphrey’s mother. She knew the Vicar’s wife did not cotton up to any nonsense and wouldn’t be in support of Humphrey’s dilly-dallying ways.

It was an immense relief to sidle up in the pretext of greeting her boyfriend’s mother and she got introduced to the exquisite beautiful lady of the jewelry store, who turned out to be an out-of-state favourite niece. The necklace that Humphrey was clasping around her neck was a belated birthday gift.

Her surprise was complete when the birthday party turned out to be an engagement party of sorts.

The young man bit the bullet, went down on his knees in front of family and friends and proposed so sweetly that she was saying yes and crying all at the same time.

She admires the gorgeous gleaming single cut diamond stone on her finger for the millionth time, while her ladies -in-waiting fuss around her. It’s almost time to go to the chapel.

We are getting married.

The End.

The the entire series you can follow these links: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7.

The past couple of days has found me with several new readers and follows and I would like to introduce some of them to you.

Pavanneh: Because I can.

Jerry: 80 Insights.

Mark: Fonzandcancer.

The Bikini Book Worm.

True George.

Bookyglover.

Its all buki, relationship and lifestyle.