“It’s very blue, isn’t it?” “Indeed, it is.” “Such a huge fountain… magnificent, I’d say.” “But what are we talking about this time?” “Well, it’s a bit complicated.” “Okay, but let’s walk along those trees.”
And so they did.
“History, eh? That’s a very big subject, isn’t it?” “Well, we can narrow it down.” “Go on, I am all ears…” “Hmm, you are being funny… aren’t you?” “There’s nothing wrong with that.” “Sure.”
“Well, where are we up to?” “Okay. History is all about men.” “Really?” “Yep.”
“We should talk about ‘herstory’.” “Aha, got it.” (smiling) “Feminist… and the rest!”
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Thanks to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers Genre: Historical Fiction Word Count: 100
The red-headed woman had been reminiscing as she stood outside on her tiny balcony, she had known her wonderful friends for more than three years now, what fun they had had in the past, and they were still finding different opportunities.
She had been rather worried as Halloween might be cancelled, since Mr Cushing had told everyone about that as he had been driving them back to Montmartre, apart from those two gargoyles who had flown off before then.
However, at least that excellent cemetery, the one in Montmartre, was able to still go ahead with Halloween, and in fact it was not a bit of a damp squib at all, it was absolutely sublime, including several younger vampires, who acted victims, although they obviously weren’t, just like vice versa as they all laughed a lot.
There were ghosts and ghouls, and mummies, although almost all of them were still just vampires, but of course Scatty was enjoying this so much, since she was in her element – no-one was able to better her as she stalked around as being her other self, she’s such a beautiful black panther.
But now the red-headed woman walked back to open her iPad, since she wanted to see how the BBC World News was going; and there it was… this was amazing; it said the North American people were most pleased, there was no hollowvictory over there it seemed at all.
And a moment later, the two gargoyles alighted in her tiny balcony.
“It’s Halloween, isn’t it,” grinned Uncle Bill. “We know,” laughed the two boys in unison. “I’m glad that both of you have popped around here. I know you have your sheets to be ghosts, but I’ve some things in my shed which will help you as well.” The two of them looked at each other for a moment, then they followed Uncle Bill to the shed.
“Okay, this should do,” as Uncle Bill produced two broomsticks, two small cassocks and two tall pointy hats.” The two of them grinned while pocketing some tangerines and Polos. “Have fun and see you soonish,” as he waved them off.
Meanwhile, Uncle Bill finished his open fire in the living room. The flames danced around and became toasty. Then he carefully arranged their treasures, since all three of them had scrumped lots of chestnuts last week. That will warm them up, grinned Uncle Bill.
“Time is such a wibbly-wobbly thing,” said James. “Such a hard concept for us,” said Jane.
So the two almost human people started the special car, and off they went, up and very fast, as Jane controlled all the power things, while James pushed the buttons.
“Here we go,” the two of them grinned.
Then soon that miraculous car dropped down to a beautiful beach. June and James got out of the car. “Aha, this is brilliant,” they said together. “Yep, I have these two ancient things,” said James. “And phew,” grinned Jane, “so that was where my phone was!”
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Thanks to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers Genre: Edited Novel Excerpt Word Count: 100
What a very strange day had occurred in those vast catacombs, and parts had been pretty bad it seemed, however, the evening and the night were wonderful and all of them had a surge of deep happiness while settling down to watch an old movie.
Everyone had far too much delightful food and drink, apart from Mr Cushing who was much more sensible; still someone had to do that, like refilling several optics behind the bar and all the gin had been drunk at the end of the night.
Still, worry not, almost everybody went to sleep, although those two gargoyles were not in a good way, as yet again, they were more than drunk, woozy, dipsy and almost vomiting for part of the night, but nevertheless a few hours later they were completely fine again.
“We’re wonderful gargoyles, and we’re still very happy to sow our wild oats,” as they giggled; “we can be rather reckless and sometimes naughty, but oh, we need the sun and the light,” as the two of them climbed up from those catacombs, and then they flew off into the sky.
“Okay,” said Francis, “time to leave, and thank you, Mr Cushing, that was excellent,” while Mr Cushing nodded back.
So off they all went, but then Mr Cushing had several things to say: “sorry, there’s some bad news, there has been some rioting in the streets for some time, and also it seems Halloween, which is almost here, is going to be cancelled!”
The two gargoyles were still worrying about their smartphones, and they were feeling rather hard done by now, as they continued to peer around those dreadful bones and skulls in the catacombs, although the two of them giggled a bit about the time when they would hold an excellent flag known as a Jolly Roger, since they had pretended to be a couple of pirates at the top of a tall steeple at that time.
Meanwhile, Joan had been hammering home a point about what we were supposed to be doing now, since her husband, Francis, had been talking so much stuff he knew to tell it to The Old One, while he, The Old One, had been a bit bamboozled about all of that by now.
“Well, we are women, aren’t we,” grinned Scatty, “and we are headstrong – very much so,” as the red-headed woman smiled, “there’s no pussyfooting around in our group,” as Scatty turned into her black panther for a bit.
“All right,” said Francis, “we are almost there,’ as he looked around everyone, including those two gargoyles, “it’s going to be good… trust me.”
So off they went, and rather quickly, since almost all of them were pretty hungry by now, and also some of them were almost gasping for wine.
And what a wonderful place it was; “see, it had been restored, there was a very tall cinema, a fully stocked bar, and a complete restaurant with tables and chairs, and only for us,” smiled Francis.
“It’s a great place here,” grinned one of the boys. “Perfect, since we have our fishing tackle with us today.” “We could sit by the bank, and maybe dabble our toes in the stream…” “… or we could get rather more wet, and start from that muddy bit.” “Muddy is always good.”
They removed their socks and trainers, and put them together by the bank, then they brought their rods, including a good strong net.
They waded around a bit and peered by the waters. A couple of tiny minnows rushed past, but that was all. “We need to be deeper.” They got rather wet until they climbed onto the large flat rock. “Aha, this is much better.”
They didn’t get any fish, but they found several coins at the bottom of the stream. “It seems that some of them could be very old.” “Ooh, how exciting.” “Lucky us, eh?”
It’s such a nice apartment, and she had been there for ages. She had been a worker for many years, but now she’s retired. Fun, relaxing and happiness.
She has a few friends, but not close, and that’s fine. She doesn’t mind cooking, but nothing fancy. It takes too long otherwise. She has her little table and her laptop, and she does bits and pieces.
However, her passion is books. Wonderful books. She continues to buy. The only thing she worries about is this. She’ll never be able to read all of those ones before she’s dead. Sad but true.
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Thanks to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers Genre: Fiction Word Count: 100
“Well, at least I can chortle again now,” grinned the red-headed woman, as she also linked arms with Joan, while winking to Scatty, as they continued to walk through the catacombs.
Meanwhile, Francis and The Old One had been having a long and interesting conversation, but it was mostly Francis talking since he was very knowledgeable especially about ancient written things, he was waxing lyrically and said, “you know, the National Archives in the heart of Paris, in fact, almost up there,” as he pointed one hand up, “it’s the largest in the world, I’m sure,” as the two of them continued to talk.
“Fascinating, indeed,” said The Old One, although he felt he should try to move on to less grave things, especially since so many skulls and what not were just down there, and making him rather sick, even though as he thought to himself, I might be a vampire, but at least my head had not been removed, as he was about to grin too much, while glancing to the two gargoyles.
“Curse it, curse it, I can’t get a signal here,” as he poked his smartphone crossly, “gosh, but I mean maybe I’ve run out of data, you must help me… now!”
“My goodness, we’re starting to argue more than usual, we do like a bit of banter, being gargoyles, but this is too much just now, I wonder what it is?”
“Well, we’re certainly happier in the light, and preferably up by a fabulous cathedral!”
