This week’s #99wordstories prompt from the Carrot Ranch is
February 7, 2022, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story that includes anxiety. Who has anxiety or what is the source? Is there conflict? How can you use anxiety to further a story? Go where the prompt leads!
Anxiety reigns in Little Tittweaking around now. If the River Tweak hasn’t begun to flow by St Poon’s Day, much wailing and gnashing ensue; if the first dribble is declared by the designated elder before the saint’s day, fecundity is guaranteed. Since the elder is always chosen from the regulars of the Compost and Rot, by the time moisture is detected, said elder is usually face down in the mud, babbling incoherently. Consequently, the anxiety grows which explains why this day is known locally as Ground Bog Day and, in recent years has coincided with an early Valium harvest.
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About TanGental
My name is Geoff Le Pard. Once I was a lawyer; now I am a writer. I've published several books: a four book series following Harry Spittle as he grows from hapless student to hapless partner in a London law firm; four others in different genres; a book of poetry; four anthologies of short fiction; and a memoir of my mother. I have several more in the pipeline.
I have been blogging regularly since 2014, on topic as diverse as: poetry based on famous poems; memories from my life; my garden; my dog; a whole variety of short fiction; my attempts at baking and food; travel and the consequent disasters; theatre, film and book reviews; and the occasional thought piece. Mostly it is whatever takes my fancy.
I avoid politics, mostly, and religion, always. I don't mean to upset anyone but if I do, well, sorry and I suggest you go elsewhere.
These are my thoughts and no one else is to blame. If you want to nab anything I post, please acknowledge where it came from.
Now we know the real origin of Groundhog Day☝️
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It’s only because I can’t spell Punksat…Punctatsw… Punk’s A Tawny? Of that place in New England…
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LOLOLOL!
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Wooh!! Thanks
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I shall not worry about that then!
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I like to ease your worries. Think of me a balm for a shallow existence…
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I shall always consider you balmy, or is it barmy?
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Bit of both in truth
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A good combination (and I always wear them!)
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Chuckles and chuckles!
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Double chucks!
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Thanks for the laugh.
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Anything to cause an outbreak of grinosis
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I think it was laughalitis
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That’s nice
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You crack me up, Geoff. So funny!
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Thanks. I keep trying…
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Haha, I can just picture him facedown in the mud.
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Some are more deserving than others of being written in as hopeless sops….
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Those who measure wind chill are smokers outside on a break. Apparently, those who measure spring runoff are drinkers examining the mud. I love this special place with its quirky population.
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your prompts bring the characters to life, Charli! I wonder if Logan and Morgan will ever visit!!
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So that’s how Ground Bog day started. LOL! Great characters as usual, Geoff! ❤
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It always starts with some weird old ancient British ritual involving peat and pontificating and then you chaps get hold of it and make it bigger with a crap logo..
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LOL! I must remember that for my next short story! 😀
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I think I live in that village, at least in my head. 😉
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It’s a welcoming place Doug
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