Our Judge for Week 25:
Reader, mommy, teacher, indie, eclectic, social media addict, and author of The Dusk Gate Chronicles…
Challenge Time!
Your mission, should you choose to accept it:
The Photo:
The Phrase: “you’re joking”
The Judge’s Prompt: Saluting the Irish and drunken souls everywhere this week, in honor of St. Patrick’s Day, the prompt theme is: a lucky day (however you choose to interpret luck)
On to the Winners!
Breeana Says: This week was definitely hard to judge — lots of great entries, and it put me right in the St. Patrick’s Day spirit! I could have given a lot more than three Honorable Mentions, and picking a winner was HARD!
There were so many fantastic contributions this week, definitely worth taking the time to read. I didn’t have time to write comments for every story, but every single one was enjoyable.
§ - bethwood77 – Loved the imagery of the little girl, and very lucky, indeed.
§ @wendyreid2 – a smell “like animated death” — I’ll have that one in my mind for awhile.
§ @Love_Kenzie – loved the “green eyes laughing” I was right there in the moment.
§ @caramichaels – Awesome character development in just those few words.
§ @JenD_Author – Very creepy, loved it!
§ @charitygirlblog – I loved the twist on the folktale here — the revenge on the goats! Awesome!
Congratulations and great job, everyone!
Honorable Mentions
Miranda Boers|@PurpleQueenNL
Breeana Says: Loved the way the story drew me in, and the twist ending was fantastic.
J.M. Blackman|@J_M_Blackman
Breeana Says: Loved the action, done very nicely!
Siobhan Muir|@SiobhanMuir
Breeana Says: I’d like to run into that “damn Irishman” myself.
Week 25 Judge’s Pet
Robert Mahone|@Computilizer
Breeana Says: ”luck” indeed to be “beguiled right out of one’s boxers and into a drainpipe”
I laughed out loud.
There it was. The same impish smile, that had beguiled him right out of his boxers and into that drainpipe, was now flashing broadly his way.
Thirty-five years had not only made her more beautiful, but added confidence to an already unencumbered spirit.
Week 25 Champ
Nancy Porter|@ModernBard1024
Breeana Says: For a fun, very Irish creepy tale, perfect for this week.
“This is a load of crap, Sean. You’re joking, it’s getting dark, and we’re gonna get in trouble.”
“No, stand right… here. See, an important part of the magic is the image. And if you stay right there, look. See her shoulders, her head, her dress? That’s her prison. Tilt your head.”
Blake gave a long-suffering harumph and looked at the bridge, canting his head precisely as instructed. “Huh. Okay, yeah, I do see it.”
“Okay, now say it, just like I told you.” Sean stepped back.
As the sun sank to the horizon, Blake began. Bringing a woman out of the fae realm, huh? Right. This was gonna be his lucky day? Right. “Aiobheann, Aiobheann… I summon ye from the realm between day and night, free ye from bondage, chains struck by suitable trade, to love as ye will.” He put a sacrificial bagel on the rock at his feet.
The sunset gave a brief flash and both men vanished. On the bank, a slender redhead smoothed her shift, breathing free air for the first time in centuries. She looked over her shoulder at the very subtly changed shape of the bridge and creek. “Have a lovely eternity, boys.”
Here is my Entry:
“Remember this?”
No sense feigning surprise. Jeff had thought of nothing else, since they’d first turned onto Dewey Lane. Kathy, had piqued both his curiosity and excitement, when she’d first suggested leaving the reunion to “Check something out”, as she put it.
“Of course! Who could forget the location of the end of the rainbow?”
“The location? What about the pot of gold?”
There it was. The same impish smile, that had beguiled him right out of his boxers and into that drainpipe, was now flashing broadly his way. Thirty-five years had not only made her more beautiful, but added confidence to an already unencumbered spirit.
“Well, I guess you were pretty, and lucky, back then.”
“That’s blarney. However, if you left your luck with your youth, I guess this time I’ll be making the trip alone.”
And, without the slightest hesitation, Kathy unbuckled, pulled down, and begin stepping out of her jeans.
“You’re joking.” Jeff laughed.
“Pot of gold” trailed after her as she started down the embankment, tossing her bra back over her shoulder.
Maybe a little late getting started, but Jeff could only smile as he saw his boxers land by her panties at the water’s edge.
@Computilizer
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