Category Archives: 100 Word Challenge

Are Bells Ringing?

This post was prompted by the ‘100 word challenge’ here. Please read that first,
 so that you understand the idea.

“You know, Jen, if Mother asks once more whether she can hear bells, I think I shall get tinnitus! I know she can’t help it, ’cause of the blast. But honestly…”


Jenny ran home to tell her sister the news. She had hardly got the words out before they heard their mother shout from upstairs.

“Harriet! Haaaarriet! Is it me or are bells ringing?”
Hetty ran to her  mother’s room, breathless, tears welling in her eyes.
“Yes, Mother…  This time you’ve got it right. Your ears and brain do not deceive you. I think every church bell in the country’s ringing right now. The war’s over!”

This account is fictional, but there must have been hundreds
of real-life occurrences like this on the 8th of May, 1945!

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Our Strange Guide

This post was prompted by the ‘100 word challenge’ here.
First of all, view the link and picture, then read on…

We were lost.

Earlier that day, we had to leave the main track, blocked by fallen trees. Dusk fell; guiding the horses was not easy. Don, in the lead, was using a compass. Suddenly, he reined in, raised his field glasses, then shouted back:

“Cabin! Lights! Smoke!”

We altered course, and rode on – straight into a sheltered clearing, where we camped for the night.

The next morning, we found the cabin; it lay a few yards from the familiar track; empty, derelict, doors and windows swinging open. The stove had clearly not been lit for years. Likewise the hurricane lamps.

This account is fictional; however, similar occurrences have been reported in real life. 

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The powers that be?

I remember, one day at primary school, when our teacher, who had recently returned from an ‘exchange’ period (she had worked in an American school) relating to us, in class, some stories of what her experience had been like.

In the main, she had got on very well; but the greatest challenge, she’d found, was to stimulate her class to produce creative writing. When she finally made headway, another teacher looked at the class output and asked how she had achieved this. She explained: “First, I read them a poem…”

The shocked reply was “But poetry isn’t till after Christmas!”

This post was prompted by the ‘100 word challenge’ here.
It is drawn from my own memories of school.

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Are You Sure?

“How’s it looking, then, Hugh?
“FRED! Don’t come in like that and give me ‘eart failure. And yep, it’s lookin’ just fine. As you can see. Not that I’d ‘ave chose this colour for me dinin’ room walls, but there yer go. ‘Ope they like it.”
“Are you sure it should be that colour?”
“Accordin’ ter the ticket, Fred, yes. Walls – ice cream pink, ceilin’ – white, woodwork – smoke grey…”
“Let’s hope it’s WALL’S ice cream then, eh?”
“More to the point, Fred: let’s ‘ope that new piece in the office ‘asn’t got this one round ‘er neck…”
“Yes, well, you know as well as I do how Cyril Cleverpants Atkinson chooses his staff.”


“Nearly home, darling. Happy?”
“Yes, lovie. Enjoyed every minute. Glad you got your photos and rock collecting too. Be glad to be home, though. Specially to my new green dining room.”


“CBA Decorating, good morning, How may I help you?”

This post was prompted by the ‘100 word challenge’ here.
(I have heard of a similar incident in real life!) 

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Lest we forget…

I’ll put it here, lest we forget:

If we say “The government should do more for…” and name a part of society or a worthy cause, then either we must also say that we agree to more taxation, or we must be prepared to say what part of society should get less, and why. You can’t use the same money twice.

If a military campaign is initiated, and a battle is fought, and afterwards a report states that ‘casualties were light’ it is likely that for some parents, siblings, widows, and children, casualties were extremely heavy. You can’t live the same life twice.

This post was prompted by the ‘100 word challenge’ here.
It is based on a few musings in the light of recent events. 

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Vegeburger, Anyone?

To make (a little) sense of this post, first of all look here to understand what prompted it.  Been there, done that, got the apron?  (You’re going to need it.)  Then read on…

The Supremely Sweet Vegeburger

Bake some sponge cakes in small (10cm) tins and set aside.  Meanwhile, make Krispie cake (from puffed rice cereal) also in 10cm rounds, and coat in chocolate.

Sandwich a krispie cake between two sponge cakes with a little whipped cream.  If desired, include a square of thinly rolled marzipan.  (That’s if you like almonds.)  And a little thinly chopped angelica adds a nice touch, don’t you think?

By the way, making these, not to mention eating them, can get incredibly messy.  The best way to cope with this problem is to wrap your hands in newspaper.

Back on that link, you’ll find more interpretations of the theme.
(For your further enjoyment, as they say.) 

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Ode to Autumn

The autumn leaves remind us of a growing season over.
There are berries in the hedgerow, but no flowers on the clover.
From cottage chimneys wood-smoke curls, and daylight sooner ends –
Lamps shine out from windows, for family and friends.
A drizzle falls in droplets fine –
Makes pathways shine.
Frost threatens:
Winter beckons.

This post was inspired and prompted by the ‘100 word challenge’ here.
(Just fifty words, plus the three ‘prompt’ words, were allowed this time.) 

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A, B, and C…

Do you remember them?  The story went something like this:

A set out for B’s house, three miles away, at d miles an hour.  B set out for A’s house at the same time, at e miles an hour.  State the formulae for calculating the time t minutes before they meet, and the position of the point p where this occurs.

They talked for five minutes, then headed for B’s house at f miles an hour.  Meanwhile, five minutes after they started out, C set out for B’s house at g miles an hour.  State the formula… And so on…

This post was prompted by the ‘100 word challenge’ here.
It is based on some memories of long ago! 

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Summer is Over…

As I looked out of the window on Wednesday morning, it seemed that the unseasonal weather had ended at last.  The autumn heatwave, which will, no doubt, go down in meteorological history, was evidently finally over.  Rain had fallen overnight, and cloud cover remained at what the experts once called ‘eight over eight.’  A few garden flowers still seemed reluctant to submit to the inevitable entrenchment of ‘the fall.’

On Thursday, typical equinoctial weather prevailed – a cold start, wind, a mild noon, showers, and a cold finish; the cacophony of roosting birds occurring noticeably earlier.  All the flowers were withered.  All?  Not quite…

This post was prompted by the ‘100 word challenge’ here.
It is based on my own observations over the last few days.

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