Last week Rajiv sent me a gripping story; it didn’t fit with last week’s challenge, but it got me thinking about making this week’s challenge a ‘Dark Tales’ one. So please send in your ghost, crime, thriller, horror etc. stories/poems/articles for this week’s challenge. I look forward to being scared!
Here are last week’s fantastic entries, using the words:
Jason Moody kick-started the challenge with this great story:
“Happy New Year, Merry Christmas, what a load of old baloney.”
The old man stood next to me at the bar was never short of opinions. And he certainly wasn’t afraid to voice them. I just looked at him and smile, hoping he’d shut up so I could enjoy my after work pint.
“What’s your resolution? I’m going to lose weight, I’m going to fight for world peace,” the man snarled.
I was just about to take a sip. I put the glass back down and turned to him. He looked me up and down, as if inspecting merchandise.
“Mate.” He wasn’t, but it’s a traditional opening. “If you ain’t got anything good to say, could you…you know?”
His face immediately screwed up. His face had more lines than the rail network.
“Who the bloody hell do you think you are?” he said.
A hundred and one tasty reposts entered my head. Most of them unsavoury. Composure. Don’t rise.
“Listen. I just wanna enjoy my pint in peace. Ain’t there someone else around to enjoy your verbal diarrhoea?”
I was rather pleased with this response. Witty, sharp. Biting? Well, I thought so.
His face hadn’t had a chance to un-wrinkle from moments earlier.
“What’s there to be happy about? New Year, same old, same old. And I ain’t got no job.”
He certainly had a bee in his bonnet. I was curious now. Don’t do it. Leave it.
“Where did you work? What happened?” I asked. I wish I hadn’t.
“Shopping Centre Father Christmas,” he groaned.
I wanted to laugh. I really did.
“Why did they let you go?” I asked.
He laughed, ever so lightly. I was gonna like this.
“I can’t stand children,” he said.
With that, we both started laughing.
Keith Channing brings us a story, with a wonderful character in the form of ‘Mum’: