“Be Afraid, Be Very Afraid” in response to Crimson’s Creative Challenge CCC#30 June 6 2019 – Nancy & Joan’s Adventures Continue.


Crimson Creative Photo Challenge CCC#30 June 6 2019


“Nancy! Wait up!”

“Oh, sorry Joan. You o.k.?

“My dogs are killing me. I have to sit down.”

“I hate to tell you this but there’s nowhere

to sit.”

“O.k., Press on.”

“Joan! I think I found the perfect perch. No

alliteration intended, of course.”

“Nancy. Please be kind just this once.”

“I’m not kidding Joan. Look over here.”

“Where are you?”

“Come around.”

“OH! MY!”

“Yes, oh my. I think it’s that nasty little

beast that had the cars backed up the

other day.”

“Could be. It certainly has the devil’s look

about it.”

“Joan, your imagination fascinates me.”

“I’m not imagining anything. You’re the

nut case.”

“I’ll file that under she’s annoyed. Now

Get up there and have a seat.”

“Not on your Nelly. It might bite. It

wouldn’t be the first time you lead

me into disaster.”



“It’s only a tractor. There’s no reason to

be afraid.”

“That’s what they said in that

horror flick..”

“What’s that?

“Be afraid. Be very afraid.”


©J.E.Goldie May 6 2019


the end almost






“Now Shoot!” written for Reena’s Exploration Challenge #90 June 6 2019 – Compromise


Reena’s Exploration Challenge #90 – Compromise



 “You took my marble!”

“No. I won your marble!”

“But it’s my favourite marble.”

“Win some, lose some.”

“Awe! I’ll trade yah.”

“Nope! My Dad says….um,

All’s fair in love an war!”

“But this ain’t war, an I  guess

you’re not really my friend then.”

“I’m not?”

“No, you’re a meanie.”

“It’s just a game!”

“Yah, so if it’s just a game, trade me.”

“No! I’ve always wanted that marble.

Now it’s mine!”



“If I promise ta let you borrow it

for awhile, will you give it back?”


“O.K. fine.”



“Wanna play again?”

“No. Not really.”

“Hey! I got an idea! We shoot for your


“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Well, if I lose you get your marble back.”

“I dunno.”

“I’d play if I were you. You never know.”

“Know what?”

“You’ll find out silly. Now shoot!”

©J.E.Goldie June 6, 2019


Children have played some of the same games since the earliest historic times. Marbles is a perfect example. This game has been popular for thousands of years and with cultures throughout the world. Whether the marbles are made of clay, glass, wood or metal, they have delighted boys and girls of all ages for thousands of years.

Our Pastimes – The History of Marbles


“You can come up now” written for Willow’s What Do You See? Weekly Challenge June 4, 2019


Willow’s What Do You See? Weekly Challenge June 4 2019

Your choice: Poetry or a story


“I see you’re having a little personal picnic,

on the roof.”

“Yes Daddy.”

“Lovely moonlit evening too.”

“Oh Yes!”

“I see you’ve taken to wearing hats.”

“This hat?”

“Yes, that hat. The one you’re so lovingly


“It was on the roof.”

“I’m sure it was.”


“Is that perfectly wrapped present for me?”


“Then who’s is it? “

“I don’t know.”

“Could it be from the lad hanging from

the gutters at me feet?”

“What lad?”


“You can come up now.”

©J.E.Goldie June 4, 2019





“Class Dismissed” for BrewNSpew word/expression of the week – Flippant June 3, 2019


BrewNSpew Word/Expression of the week June 3, 2019


Word of the week – flippant (adjective) –

not showing a serious or respectful attitude.

Synonyms – frivolous, superficial, glib, carefree,

thoughtless, offhand, cheeky, pert, facetious.

Word Limit: Under 300 words


“Offhand, I would describe her as extremely


“What you really mean is meddlesome.”

“No not really. More like opinionated.”

“You could say that again.”


“Don’t be so cheeky.”

“I wasn’t being, cheeky.”

“Repeating something for the sake of

attempted joviality is being cheeky.”

“If you say so.”

“Now wait a minute! I was just being polite.”

“Rather thoughtless of you, I’d say.”

“Oh, don’t be so flippant!”

“I’m not the one with the flippant attitude,

my dear.”

“My dear? Now that IS facetious.”

“Fine, if you find that sort of thing amusing.”

“Now who’s being officious.”

“I’ll ignore that flippant remark.”

“Oh, shut up.”

“You shut up!”

“I asked you first!”

“You! You……whatever.”

“That’s what you get for trying to use

big words.”

“Big words?”

“There you go! Repeating me again.”

“I did not!”

“Oh, yes you did.”

“I’ve had enough.”

“O.k. Class dismissed!”

©J.E.Goldie June 3, 2019

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The Black Lagoon – 4 –


After a day of preparation, she felt confident she’d get a

good nights sleep. She was growing in strength physically.

She had developed a renewed spirit. She felt powerful,

mindful and aware.

The amethyst was guiding her, preparing her for a journey.

Before nightfall she began to gather the pine cones

that were laying on the ground around her camp.

There seemed to be hundreds of them. But from where, she

thought and how did they get there. Another puzzle.

Questions continued to haunt her, but for now

answers could wait. The solitude and solemnity

were fulfilling her needs.

Her heart, mind and spirit were being nurtured

by a power beyond her capability to understand.

From now on there would be no simple questions.

No simple answers.

Her sense of reality was taking on a new 

perspective. Who, what, why, when, all those simple,

everyday thoughts meant nothing to her.

The Island was embracing her.

Its splendor had her firmly in its grasp.

The world around her was now a symphony

of sounds, smells, desires and yearnings.

Something was calling her.

Suddenly she could see the path.

It shone like a beacon of soft light before her.

She yearned to navigate her twists and turns.

To feel the life her under her feet.

Not now, she paused…. Not yet.

Sleep, sleep soundly my love.

Magically she ascended into an

ethereal world of mystery,

as the crow cawed gleefully.

©J.E.Goldie June 2, 2019





The Black Lagoon – 3




She’d had a restless night, but managed to get a few hours

of sleep. Being alone in this place made things different.

There was no one to have your back. She was vulnerable.

Time to prepare for difficult times, she thought.

Time to be on the defence. Self preservation.

She gathered some branches to fashion into weapons.

She had a knife, now she knew why. Before anything else

she knew she had to fortify her camp.

The night had been fraught with terrifying sounds.

Sounds that made her shiver.


I should have gotten back on board, she screamed into the

silence. Tom told her to. Nan had warned her. The Captain

insisted he’d take no responsibility for her welfare.

Once the ship was gone, they wouldn’t be back. The crew

were the worst. They stared right through her with

passionless eyes.


In her despair she suddenly remembered The Chief.

He had hopeful eyes. On the Day of Evacuation

he’d taken her quietly aside and slowly placed an amulet

over her head laying it gently close to her heart, saying

softly, “She will guide you, she is in you, she is of you.

Listen to her my child.” Then he turned away. At the time

she really thought nothing of it, except that it was a

beautiful Amethyst. Yet she’d held it tightly in the palm

of her hand and hadn’t taken it off since. She looked

down at it hanging delicately between her breasts. It gave

her a sudden sense of calm and heightened awareness.

It strengthened her resolve and gave her a renewed feeling

of confidence. She felt a sudden surge of purpose. Whatever

her destiny was, it existed on this God Forsaken island.

She stood there fearlessly and in a kind of trance. “Take the

Path. You must find and take the path.”

For one mystifying moment, she was sure she saw the Chief,

as a shadow, amongst the trees.


©J.E.Goldie June 1, 2019


I don’t pretend to vouch for any of the following qualities of the Amethyst. However I don’t disbelieve any of them either. ©J.E.Goldie

Amethyst healing properties

The healing properties of amethyst mostly deal with the blood and breathing. Amethyst cleanses the blood, which helps with substance abuse and fevers. While breathing is helped by the calming effect of this gemstone. To get the most effect out of your amethyst stone or crystal it should be placed in the sun. Direct sunlight is best, be aware however that it can soften the purple color.

Legend and Meanings of the Amethyst

Another legend has it that the amethyst would protect the wearer from harm, but only if they showed bravery. This made amethysts a very popular stone for soldiers. This meaning of amethyst has faded with time and nowadays the protection it offers is on a spiritual and psychological level, rather than physical protection.

Amethyst meaning: amethyst is one of the most powerful crystals you can find.The first one is the use as a calming stone. It helps cope with stress by calming your mental state.The second amethyst meaning is protection, most notably protection from addiction. Wearing it calms the mind and puts off the need to feed addiction. It offers protection from poison and hostile spells as well. The last meaning of amethyst is spiritual. Amethyst stones symbolize chastity, piety and trust.

“Ouch” in response to The Haunted Wordsmith prompt June 1, 2019


The Haunted Wordsmith Writing Prompt June 1 2019


Created a story starting with “We close in five minutes.”


“We close in five minutes”

“Yah, yah, I gotcha.”

“Can I help you with anything in there?”

“Well, um no, I’m okay. Just hang on.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. I’m sure.”

“O.K. but hurry up.”

“I’m glad you called the precinct.”

“I didn’t know what else to do.”

“You did the right thing.”

“I wish I could’ve helped.”

“It’s fine. He’ll be ok. He just had

his zipper, caught on his um…….”


©J.E.Goldie June 1, 2019





“The Black Lagoon-2” May 31, 2019




Once she thought the camp was secure, she settled

down with some dried fruit and nuts. Better than

starving, she figured. There was plenty of rain water in

the barrel, enough for a few days, she guessed. The

night air was soothing unlike the bitter smells and

visions of the days, still rotting corpses. There was a

waterfall on the island. The crew had been talking

about it on board, the Day of Evacuation. Good thing I’m

a snoop, she thought, in a momentary lapse of sadness.

She’d heard one of the Chiefs, mumble something about

The Great Pool. She’d laughed at the time but now it

wasn’t funny. Maybe tomorrow I’ll try to find it, she

thought in a moment of normalcy, until a great roar

stilled her heart. If I can just get through the night.

She curled herself up, made herself as small as she

could, wrapped her blanket tightly, held her breath

and starred into the darkness.

©J.E.Goldie May 31, 2019






“The Black Lagoon” for Sue Vincent’s #writephoto Prompt – Yearning, May 30, 2019


Sue Vincent’s Writephoto Prompt – yearning – May 30, 2019




What used to be a river, was now just mud

and stone. It was a fucking shame, she cursed.

These early evening views were becoming more

and more disturbing. The shadows cast an eerie

uneasiness and the dim glow of what was left

of the sun, shed a glimmer on what remained

of the river. At this time of day hope seemed hopeless.

She looked yearningly at the ship on the horizon.

It would soon be out of sight.

I should have gone with them, she shuddered.

The folly of her decision to remain on that

God forsaken island alone, suddenly struck her.

Her yearning would have to subside.

I have to get back to camp quickly.

It’ll be dark soon, she quivered.

Then what?


©J.E.Goldie May 31, 2019



“It’s Not My Story” for Crimson Creative Challenge CCC#29 – May 30, 2019

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Crimson Creative Challenge #29 May 30, 2019

Another story in the continuing adventures of Nancy and Joan or Joan and Nancy. Hmm…… All written from photos, or prompts from photos taken by Crispina Kemp (Crimson Creative.) I think that’s it. 🙂



“Really Joan, come over here. Stand by this window.”

“I thought we were going to brunch.”

“I have a story.”

“Oh. Good. The sooner the better.”

“No! I mean it’s a really good one!”

“If you must.”

“I must.”

“O.K. but make it short.”

“How did you know?”

“Know what?”

“What happened.”

“Now I am puzzled.”

“The point is apparently this knight’s life got cut short.”

 “HA HA HA!”



“What’s so funny?”



“All knight’s had short lives.”

“They did?”

“Yes my dear Nancy. Terribly unfortunate.”

“Oh? Then what about all that armor?”



“This isn’t my story.”

©J.E.Goldie May 30, 2019 

the end almost

“Nancy I told you it wasn’t the end. YET.” 

“You kill me Joan.”

“I might”







“I give up” for the Haunted Wordsmith fiction prompt May 29, 2019 2019



The Haunted Wordsmith Fiction Prompt May 29 2019


(sentence starter): “We haven’t even started yet.”


“We haven’t even started yet.”

“Well what have we been doing?”

“Getting ready. What else?”

“Standing here looking stupid is getting


“Well, yah”

“O.K. fine. Wanna coffee?”

“NO! I’m getting ready.”

“Man! You are nuts. I’m getting a coffee.”

“Then when are you gonna get ready?”


“Well were gonna start soon, so make sure.”

“I am SO lost.”

“See? You’re not ready at all. Not even close.”


©J.E.Goldie May 29, 2019




“Want Some Ice In That?” for the Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Challenge -ice- May 23 2019

The CarrotRanch Flash Fiction Prompt May 23 2019

CarrotRanch May 23 for-ff-challenges20

In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story without ice. It can be a world without ice or a summer camp that runs out of cubes for lemonade. What does the lack mean to the story? Go where the prompt leads!

“Want Some Ice With That?”

“Happy Birthday! C’mere gimme a great big hug!

Sorry I’m late. I just got in! Whad’ya get? How ya

doin. You look fantastic! A sight for sore eyes!”


“That’s all I get? Hey? Where is everybody?”

“Gone home I guess.”

“You guess?”

“Did you bring any wine?”

“Who me? Only the best!”

“There’s a cork-screw on the sink.”

“I’m on it!”

“Wanna glass or is this a gimme the

bottle kinda thing.”

“I’ll use a glass, this once.”

“So, what the hell happened?”

“They forgot the icing on the cake.”

“Oh boy!  Want some ice in that?”


©J.E.Goldie May 25, 2019






“A Yarn” for SammiCox weekend writing Word prompt #107 – Spin – May 25 2019


Sammi Cox weekend writing word prompt May 25 2019



“Yep. He could really spin a yarn.”

“Got one?”

“Lemme think.”


“Once upon a time, that’s how he’d start.”


“So, once upon a time there was this Knight…”

“What kind of Knight?”

“What kind?”

“Yah what kind.”

“Well, I guess the armoured kind.”

“All knight’s wear armour.”

“Well, true enough….”

“Was it the silver kind?”

“I suppose…”

“Did it shine?”

“I’m not sure.”

“Did he have a realm?”

“Son? I don’t know.”

“I thought all knights had realms”



“This Knight’s going to bed.

I suggest you do too.”

©J.E.Goldie May 25, 2019

I had the picture so….




“Yah. We’re Done” for Reena’s Exploration Challenge #88 – superstitions -May 23, 2019


The sign of infinity in the space

Reena’s Exploration Challenge #88 May 23 2019


Many years ago a group of us were invited to a Birthday Party and were surprised to find that our host had invited a Reader, who charted our life numbers. She had been given pertinent birthdays and other info that we were not aware of. As it turns out mine is 11. Of course since that time I continuously see the digital clock as it turns to 11:11. My facination with that and the fact that my birthday happens to be 9/22 has nothing to do with this story. I have however an intuitive awareness, a sixth sense and am frequently surprised by it. AND NO! I don’t know what you’re wearing or want for dinner 😊 ©J.E.Goldie



“Yah, I’m 9 and 22, my birthday, I mean, and

hers is 2 and 22, but 9+2 =11. I’m in heaven,

because 11 + 11 equals 22. So there ya go!

Seems I always know her moves, even her

rustling in the night. Somehow her vibes come

to me anytime night or day. I can forecast her


“What do you mean?”

“Oh Doc! You know.”

“Why don’t you explain.?”

“I dunno, it’s strange. Like I know she’s



“Yah. Or! Maybe she knows. I can’t explain.”

“Just give it a try.”

“I just remembered something important.”


“Yah, my Dad was 11 and 22.”

“Why is that important?”

“Because I’m pretty sure he loved me.”

“Isn’t that a good thing?”

“Oh yes. But he never told me. Not really.”

“How’s that?”

“He took me places he liked. He took me


“That’s nice.”

“Oh yes and he drove me to tournaments

and stuff like that. But he never really,  said


“What about your mother?”

“Oh, she was 3 and 8.”

“Isn’t that 11?”

“I guess. But in her case it negates.”


“Well yah. 3 and 8 don’t fit, like 11, 2 and 22.”

“What about your Sister?”

“Naw. She’s 3 and 16. I think.  Mom and her, made

a better link.”

“Better link?”

“The numbers say it all Doc. Is the session over?”

“If you want it to be.”

“Yah. There’s enough here to think about.”

“Well if that’s it. We’re done for today.”

“Yah. We’re done.”

©J.E.Goldie May 25, 2019

I added this, just for fun









“Another Love” in response to Sue Vincent’s Photo Prompt #writphoto -Transition


Sue Vincent’s writephoto challenge – Transition May 23 2019

Another Love


Through the arches she could see the door

and sense the emptiness living there. She ached

with the unforgiving sadness of the coming rain.

As the fog rolled in, she shivered and donned

her cape, seeking the warmth she’d known.

Nothing could replace those tender moments.

He used to say, I think its going to rain.

Such a silly phrase. How prophetic. 

The heart ignores awakenings, she mused.

The transition from love to heartache can be

but a moment in time.

There is no cure for a broken heart.

No arresting tears of sorrow.

another day,

another point in time,

another tomorrow,

another love………..

©J.E.Goldie May 25, 2019






“Now I have, heard everything.” In response to CrimsonProse CCC#28 Photo Challenge May 22, 2019


CrimsonProse photo Challenge May 22, 2019

This is the 7th short story about Nancy and Joan’s travelling adventures. They are all inspired by the personal photos presented by Crispina Kemp, taken on her wanderings through the countryside of her beloved home in England.

“Now I have, heard everything”

“Now I call that……”



“No Nancy, you’re not going in there.”




“But nothing! It looks like it going to cave

any minute.”

“No it doesn’t.”

“Look at that side roof.”

“Awe Nancy, where’s you sense of adventure?”

“You don’t want to know.”

“C’mon lets just take a wee peek.”

“Nancy. There’s no “Wee” in your vocabulary.”

“I won’t touch anything.”

“No! I said no. You’re curiousity is killing me.”



“The door is open.”

“No. The top part is open.”

“So we can look in then.”


“Yes Joan.”

“Oh alright, but just as you say, only a peek.”

“You coming?”

“Nope. It’s dark in there. Anything could

jump out!”

“I can’t go over there alone.”

“What! You, the intrepid adventurer can’t

go over there alone?”



“I’ll just ask you this one time and I promise

I’ll never ask you again.”

“Now I have, heard everything.”

©J.E.Goldie May 24, 2019


the end almost


Cheque Please.


You gave me “Sunshine and Roses” dancing bears, 

floral bouquets, flowing hearts and candied kisses

opening my sorrowful eyes with amusingly

delicious images calming my discontent and sadness

with sweet and succulent breaths of love

touching my helpless heart on darkened days

with fairy dreams and false contentment.

I’m sorry I love you, I’m paying the price.

I’ll take the hurt for free as extra baggage.

You can keep the heart I gave you.

It is forever yours.

I have the broken one.

Cheque please.

©Jen Goldie  May 23,2019



“Once Upon A Time” in response to The BrewNSpew Café “word/ Expression of the week – Starry- May 20, 2019


The BrewNSpew Cafe Word/Expression Prompt May 20, 2019 – Starry



Once upon a time there lived a Princess. Princess

Penny. Princess Penny didn’t like her name because

people made fun of it. They called her Penny Pincher

because she never spent a dime. They called her

Henny Penny because it rhymed.

Then on a starry night there came a shining knight in

glorious armour. He’d heard of Princess Penny from

reading the Daily Rumour, which he regularly read

and bought from a local caravan and a minstrel named

Kenny who happened to know Penny through a band of

travelling produce sellers, on their way to Rome, which

was actually their home when they weren’t on the road,

which gave them the nickname of Road Vendors.

But I digress.

Oh yes.

Penny met this Knight who knew of Penny on a starry


No I meant, The Knight bumped into her on his way

passing a fruit vendor on the way home.


I’m really trying to remember this.

One starry knight, I meant night. A shiny knight bumped

into a bunch of locals who told him about a Princess,

who’s name they couldn’t remember, Penny I think,

which happens to be the one we’re talking about.

I meant I’m writing about.

I think.

©J.E.Goldie May 22, 2019


I almost forgot the knight. Took awhile to find it too, So I figured I’d use it,

it was free 🙂 So were the others by the way.



the end almost

I meant think….:)





“The Pizza Joint” for the Fandango Flash Fiction Challenge #14 #FFFC


Image courtesy of Aron Jäger@unsplash.com.

Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #14 May 20, 2019


The Pizza Joint

“So, Dick what’s your take?” said the Inspector, 

stroking his scruffy beard.

“Well” he pondered “The door’s been smashed

open with a lot of power behind it. Glass everywhere,

a real mess.”

“And a lot of violence behind it.” added the Inspector

as he lit up a smoke.

“That’s for damn sure Boss.”

“Did you find any blood splatter?”


“You sure?” questioned the Inspector.

“Yah” the Sargent said chewing his wad of gum.


“Yes Sir?”

“Got an extra gum?”


“Good. And by the way, next time get that hot

Cinnamon flavor gum. I like it better.”

The Inspector demanded while unwrapping his gum.

“Sure.” Dick said, quickly making a note.

“I think we have a case of murder, a violent gruesome

bloody murder, or.” He concluded. “A kidnapping.”

“Could be both” added the Sargent.

“True enough.”

“Ok. I think we’re done here. Get the squad in to

see if there’s anymore clues. I’m hungry.”

“There’s a great little pizza joint down the street.”

offered the Sargent.

“Pizza! It is!  Dick? Did I ever tell you the one about

the mass murderer and the pizza joint?”

©J.E.Goldie May 21, 2019


the end almost

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“She’s Done” for The Haunted Wordsmith Fiction Prompt May 21, 2019

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The Haunted Wordsmith Fiction Prompt May 21, 2019


“Aye. She’s a grand old lady, fer sure.”

“Aye. That she is.”

“It’s a shame. Real shame.”

“What’s such a shame Shamus.”

“Shame, she’s setting where she is.”

“Why’s that?”

“Well, haven’t you heard?


“She picked the perfect spot.”

“Who did?”

“She did. Old Nekkid Nancy’s days are done.”

“You don’t say.”

“I do say.”

“I reckon she’s gotta be a hundred if a day.”

“Shamus! What’s the shame?”

“The city folks need a road.”

“There’s lots a roads. Whatcha saying?”

“She’s done.”

©J.E.Goldie May 21, 2019