61 word “Charlatan writing prompt”
*Some words in this prompt may offend*
Why you swindler!
You fabricating, faker!
You unmitigated bounder!
How dare you, you
You imposter! You imitator!
You shamming shark!
You four-flushing phony!
You double-dealing hypocrite!
You Fucking asshole!!!
“That’ll be twenty bucks.”
“Yeah twenty. You only asked for
the cheap degradation deal.
another twenty and I will
take you to hell.”
“No, it’s ok I’m done.”
“Ryan. Please collect your things.”
“Yes, Miss Cross.”
“Ryan? Don’t doddle. You always doddle!”
“Yes, Miss Cross.”
“Ryan? Have you heard a word I’ve said in the last
ten minutes? It’s been at least ten minutes since I
first asked you to get yourself ready. Are you lost in
that tiny little head of yours?”
“Yes, Miss Cross.”
“Ryan. Listen to me please.”
“Yes, Miss Cross.”
“Okay, I’ve had enough. That black hole you refer to
as your mind, is nothing but empty space. Are you
listening to me?”
“Yes, Miss Cross.”
“Just leave Ryan, get out of my sight!”
“Yes, Miss Cross.”
©Jen Goldie 4/13/2019
Reena’s Exploration Challenge #22 posted April 11, 2019
“Ladies and Gentlemen please stay close as we approach this area.”
“What’s the big deal Pat? It’s a path with stones. It looks like cars or something have driven through here.”
“You always question things. If the man says to stay close, then for heaven’s sake stay close! Or would you rather be close to her, over there?”
“Where? Oh! “
“Pat! Eyes back in sockets. Just stay close to me. Okay? Too much to ask?”
“If you look closely, you’ll notice the stones are randomly set. That is, to say, they were never actually placed here.
I m-meant to s-say, they weren’t r-really put here by anyone, or anything in p-particular. I mean, oh never mind. Just stay close.”
“C’mon let’s go explore, Pat. How bout it?”
“Well Men! Looks like we lost two more. Ken, contact the next of kin”
Crimson’s Creative Photo Prompt #22 Apr. 10, 2019
“Well young man! I’ve had just about enough of your silly games! You make up such nonsense. Honestly! You live in a world of fantasy, just like your father used to!”
“But Mom, it’s …”
“You’ll get that butt into your room RIGHT NOW!”
“Mom? It’s really gonna…”
“If you MOM! me one more time and don’t get moving, I might do something I’ll regret! Now Move!”
“Yes, Ma’am what?”
“Yes, Ma’am I’m sorry”.
“That’s better! Now Go!”
“Well, Mrs. Parker, there’s really nothing we can do here. It seems he just, um, slipped away. We can’t pretend to find anything that would account for his, um, death. G’day.”
BrewNSpew word prompt “Pretend” April 8, 2019
“I think we’re early”
“What makes you think that you moron!”
“Well look! No one’s here. You sure this is the right place?”
“Have I ever, ever steered you wrong? C’mon spill! Have I?”
“Well there was that time 5 years ago when you……”
“Stop it right there buddy. Are we gonna delve into our murky pasts now? Get real! Look, it says right here. Shit! I lost the invite!”
“Oh I see and not once have you ever, and I repeat ever, steered me wrong.”
“You wanna step outside!. Let’s go yah wimp! “
“Excuse me Sirs. Which side of the bereaved family are you on?”
Word Count: 118 including title
Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #8 April 8, 2019 #FFFC
“Yah mean that pond down the there?” he gestured
“That’s Old Cranks’s Creek. Nobody much goes there, cept a few.
They say it’s a least a hundred foot below her. I liken it’s so, cause them that’s in the know, don’t go.” He grinned
“They say, at night, there’s a strange glow comes straight up the middle. I reckon that’s true too.” He said thoughtfully
“See over yonder? Just over there? That white patch? That’s where they put ‘em.” he pointed.
“I ain’t heard it myself, but they say, when the moon’s full, there’s moanin and groanin.” he said with a glint.
“Won’t see me within hundred foot of her.” he added stroking his beard.
“But I ain’t stopping yah. Why don’t yah go?” he said looking towards the pond.
“That is, if you’ve a mind ta.” he added, and winked.
Crimson’s Creative Challenge #21 4/3/2019
GoDogGo Cafe Promote Youself Monday April 15. 2018
Welp, coulda bin 10 years on, come ta think. Pretty little thing, she was. Born on Nathan’s farm up yonder. Her folks jest up and disappeared. They say it was round noon they found her. Jest layin there in the tall grass out near the lane. That’s why they decided on callin it, High Noon Lane. Seemed appropriate to most folks. Me, I’d a called it Nathan’s Green.
Well hell! Why d’yah think? Dumb City folk don’t know a lane from a pile a grass.
©Jen Goldie 3/20/2019
Crimson’s Creative Challenge #19 “High Noon Lane”
Born February 9, 1936 Saint John, New Brunswick, Canada
Died March 6, 2013 Ballinafad, Ontario, Canada
Charles Thomas “Stompin’ Tom” Connors, OC, singer, songwriter, guitarist, fiddler (born 9 February 1936 in Saint John, NB; died 6 March 2013 in Ballinafad, ON). One of the most iconic figures in Canadian music, Stompin’ Tom Connors was a working-class, salt-of-the-earth troubadour and perhaps the most overtly nationalist songwriter Canada has ever produced. His traditional country songs about Canadian people and places — such as “Bud the Spud,” “Sudbury Saturday Night” and “Big Joe Mufferaw” — were humorous, patriotic and widely popular, and reflected his extensive travels throughout the country. He was a passionate activist for Canadian music and culture, going so far as to return six Juno Awards in protest of what he saw as the organization’s favouring of expatriate Canadians over those with only domestic success. He received Lifetime Achievement Awards from the East Coast Music Awards, the Toronto Musician’s Union and SOCAN. He was made an Officer of the Order of Canada and inducted into Canada’s Walk of Fame.
Tom Connors had as hard a childhood as one could have, experiencing poverty, homelessness, hunger, and the rigours of the child welfare system. In his very early childhood he and his mother begged on the streets of New Brunswick, and when she was jailed, the young Tom was incarcerated with her. Eventually he was placed in an orphanage and foster care before being adopted by a family in Skinners Pond, Prince Edward Island.
Connors wrote his first song, “Reversing Falls Darling,” at age 11. At 15 he began playing the guitar. The country music of Wilf Carter and Hank Snow had a profound influence on him and his music. He left his adopted home at age 15 and hitchhiked his way across Canada, working for 13 years at various jobs and occasionally spending a night in jail for vagrancy. This period, during which he saw a great deal of the country and experienced the seamy side of life, informed his musical persona as a rough-hewn, sincere, grassroots songwriter.
Connors began singing professionally in 1964 at the Maple Leaf Hotel in Timmins, Ontario. He initially performed in exchange for a beer but remained there for 14 months, eventually earning $35 per week. He was also heard locally on CKGB radio. In the absence of amplification at the Maple Leaf and other bars where he performed in Ontario, Connors pounded the floor with his booted foot to establish the rhythm of his songs (partly sung and partly recited) above the noise of the crowd. He was first referred to as “Stompin’ Tom” when he was introduced before a performance at the King George Tavern in Peterborough, Ontario, on Centennial Day, 1 July 1967. To avoid damaging the stages, he would place a sheet of plywood under his boot. This “stompin’ board” became as much part of his image as did the black Stetson hat he habitually wore.
Connors sang with a piercing edge that reflected the grittiness of life on the road and his hard-won life experience.
Stompin’ Tom Connors performs in a 1974 handout photo. The toe-tapping footwear that helped earn Stompin’ Tom Connors his notable nickname were as authentically Canadian as his heartfelt homegrown tunes. The famed boots were from Boulet, the first company to produce cowboy boots in Canada.THE CANADIAN PRESS/HO-CBC
His successes came mainly on country and university radio stations. However, he received the Juno Award in 1971 for best male country singer and became something of a cult figure, due in large part to his popularity as a live performer; he toured exhaustively throughout Canada, and his record-setting 25-night run at Toronto’s Horseshoe Tavern became legendary.
Connors won the Juno Award for best male country singer every year from 1971–75, and his LP To It and At It (1972) received a Juno in 1974 for Country Album of the Year. In 1978, however, he returned the awards in protest of Junos given to expatriate Canadians. He subsequently retired and launched a personal, one-year boycott of radio and other media to protest their lack of support for identifiably Canadian material.
Connors did not return to performance until 1988, when he released Fiddle and Song. The album, which introduced the fiddle style he had developed during his retirement, included the popular “Canada Day, Up Canada Way,” “Lady KD Lang” (see k.d. lang), and “I Am the Wind.” It was followed in 1990 by a triumphant 70-city tour of Canada, culminating in two concerts at Massey Hall. That year also saw the release of the greatest hits compilation, A Proud Canadian (1990), which was the first of Connors’s albums to go gold, and eventually platinum in Canada. Capitol Records also reissued many of Connors’s earlier albums and in 1991 released a new recording, More of the Stompin’ Tom Phenomenon.
A hard drinker and heavy smoker, Connors died of kidney failure at the age of 77 on 6 March 2013. The National Arts Centre (NAC) in Ottawa lowered its flag to half-mast in tribute to Connors’s contribution to the artistic life of the country. On 7 March, New Democrat MPs paid tribute to Connors by performing “Bud the Spud” in the foyer of the House of Commons. A memorial service was held at the Peterborough Memorial Centre in Peterborough, the birthplace of his nickname, on 13 March 2013.
He sang of maple trees, wheat fields growing tall, the Leamington tomato, New Brunswick’s famed reversing falls. In Canada, as he sang, we get to see them all.