HIDDEN HIDEAWAY - 100 word story

The following story is based on a true story that happened to me a few years ago when we experimented with running a bed & breakfast.

HIDDEN HIDEAWAY

‘Welcome to Hidden Hideaway!’

Sally ushered her guests to their room, vaguely wondering why they’d arrived in separate cars. She mentally shrugged and went to cut slices of carrot cake.

Balancing the tray of cake in one hand, she knocked on her guests’ door. Nothing. She knocked again and put her ear to the door. The moaning instantly ceased, following by a creaking, scrambling noise.

Sally’s smile froze. She hesitated before, face flaming, she crept away.

The next morning Sally waited in dread, wondering how they were all going to play things when her guests came down for breakfast.

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TREASURE TRAIL - 100 word story

Well, I couldn't resist continuing the saga of the Leprechauns. However, it doesn't matter whether you've read my last couple of stories or not, because hopefully each one stands alone.

PHOTO PROMPT © C.E.Ayr

TREASURE TRAIL

Seamus had stolen Paddy's Pot of Gold again and left a trail of clues.

When you enter the alley, turn right

At the end near a pile of shite

you'll see something to fill you with fright

It's where your gold is hidden: think height.

Paddy shrugged. In all of faerie-land, Seamus had a long way to go before he'd beat the best Leprechaun trickster in Tipperary.

Paddy walked down the alley. He smelt the pile of shite before he saw it. Paddy studied the photograph with a sinking feeling.

How the feck was he going to find that tower?

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UPPING THE ANTE - 100 word story

In a bid to continue writing on a humorous theme and avoid depressing stories relating to the C word, I decided to write a sequel to last week's story. 

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

UPPING THE ANTE

'Paddy, you didn't!' McSpud nearly choked on his tankard of Poitin.

Paddy stroked his ginger beard. 'Sure, and why wouldn't I?'

'It's against our rules.'

'That gobshite, Seamus, started it. He stole and hid my Pot of Gold. All I've done is return the compliment.'

'But Seamus only hid yours in a garden.'

Paddy fixed McSpud with a beady eye. 'So, you might say, I've upped the ante.'

Seamus stared at the distant city. Jaysus! How the feck was he supposed to find his Pot of Gold amongst that lot?

Seamus rued the day he'd tricked another Leprechaun.

p.s. Poitin is Irish Moonshine, usually distilled from potatoes and a favoured drink of Leprechauns.

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POT OF GOLD - 100 word story

In the spirit of last week's story, I'm continuing the humorous trend to take you out of the real world for a moment or two.

PHOTO PROMPT © Jeff Arnold

Pot of Gold

Paddy sat under a bush, watching the family. The children were playing. The mammy was hanging washing. The daddy was digging the vegetable patch.

Paddy couldn't make his move until after dark.

Damn and blast that little divil, Seamus.

Paddy acknowledged that he was no saint either. But you weren't supposed to cause mischief with your own! It wasn't funny or clever that Seamus had found the end of Paddy's rainbow and hidden his pot of gold in this garden.

Paddy straightened his silver buckles and adjusted his tall, green hat with a sigh.

'Leprechauns, eh?' he thought wryly.

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AN AUDIENCE - 100 word story

I'm tired of reading about the current world situation without writing about it again. Let's go upbeat this week.

PHOTO PROMPT © Douglas M. MacIlroy

An Audience

Ricky leaned back, tapping his teeth with his pencil. His latest song writing effort was proving tricky. Where was the muse when you needed it?

He re-worked the chorus.

'Oh, baby I miss you

You left me feeling blue

What am I going to do?

Do boop de boop, boo hoo.'

'Not half bad, Ricky lad.'

Why he hadn't sold any of his songs yet was a mystery.

'Just whistle a happy tune,' Ricky muttered launching into a chirpy whistle.

A bird landed on his window sill, cocking its head.

'Yay!' a delighted Ricky exclaimed. An appreciative audience, at last.

Hope you enjoyed this story and I look forward to your comments. 

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