The Scientist: A story using multiple challenges/prompts.

Alchy

He took the glass and held it up to the light. The potion he had made had been concocted of sweat and tears. He knew it had to be authentic to work. Dropping a glass bead into the bottom of the beaker he started to swirl the liquid, mixing it slowly; stirred, never shaken. Exercising caution, the man put the beaker down on the stand.  

At just that moment something caught his eye. As he was looking out his front door he saw a bright thing in the yard. It sparkled and danced in the sunlight. It was the crystal hanging around the neck of his muse, his love, his life. She danced while she walked, showing a sweetness that only someone as pure as she could display. He knew at that moment no potion would be needed. He had everything right in front of him.  

©2020 CBialczak

For the following challenges and prompts:
1. FOWC: glass https://wordpress.com/read/feeds/79388113/posts/2595995554
2. 3TC: BEAD EXERCISE SWEAT https://pensitivity101.wordpress.com/
3. Word of the day: muse https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/
4. RDP: Looking out my front door https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2020/02/20/ragtag-daily-prompt-thursday-looking-out-of-my-front-door/
5. Thursday Inspiration #44: Potion https://wordpress.com/read/feeds/77762620/posts/2596497569
6. A New Daily Challenge: One bright thing https://wordpress.com/read/blogs/104678533/posts/3300

Gold Water: Three Things Challenge, #writephoto, FOWC with Fandango

Devon knew the history of the stone sculpture, but he wasn’t sure he trusted the tale. Back in the day there was the belief that in winter, when the ice thaws, the water that falls from the sides of the rock was infused with gold. The story was nice but if the tale were true then the ink upon the rice paper which is laid under the flow would also turn gold. That has never happened, at least in his lifetime.  

©2020 CBialczak

For: https://wordpress.com/read/feeds/87325236/posts/2592160732 , https://fivedotoh.com/2020/02/17/fowc-with-fandango-history/ , https://wordpress.com/read/blogs/57168971/posts/48307

What do you see? #16

My night out 

As I stood, staring down at my reflection in the mixture of motor oil and water on the pavement, I was unsure of what I was seeing. Were those my sneakers? Why aren’t my feet in them? Where am I?  

I could not remember all the details of last night, not once we left the party. I remember Jim, Larry and I showing up at the party. Oh, Meg, what a bitch she is, but what a great party she throws! When we got there Jim whispered, “Do not leave my side even for a minute!” Larry took off the minute his foot hit the front hall carpet.  

The house was huge. A colonial, they call it. On the main floor there was a kitchen, dining room, living room, family room, laundry room, two bathrooms, and a pantry. Plenty of space to keep drunk teens in one place, but not necessarily on top of each other. The second floor were the bedrooms, two more bathrooms, and Meg’s dad’s study. That door stayed locked and for the most part I don’t think anyone ever messed with it. The bedrooms on the other hand, that’s a whole different story. At any given time during the night of the party you could hear teens behind the doors, moaning and talking dirty. Sex. It was what most of them came here for. A few of the girls had no problem pleasing more than one guy a night, which was to me utterly disgusting, but fair game for many of the guys. Not Jim, thank God!  

After finding a few of our friends in the kitchen we decided to walk out in the yard and see if there was anything exciting happening. The group of us stepped past the sliding door onto an immense stone patio; Meg’s father worked with some of the masons, so he had a lot of work done on his own house. Straight ahead on the lawn there was a fire pit with a blaze that reached near the trees that grew above the house. A few sparks could be seen floating up from the flames, but for the time being no one was playing Pyromaniac, so the fire just crackled away peacefully.  

The group was heading in the direction of the fire pit, but out of the corner of my eye I saw someone sitting on a lawn chair, partially hidden by shadows.  

I’m not even sure if I remember what happened next. Jim and I were standing by the fire, talking to a few people, then suddenly there was a commotion, people screaming inside the house. We all turned at the same moment, unsure of whether the scream we all heard was of terror or some girl over-reacting with a shriek, probably seeing a spider in the bathroom or something.  

Then it’s blank.  

Now I’m here. 

There is no one around, just me and the rain and the road. No sound, no smells, nothing. Looking around I start to recognize my location. I am standing near the bridge over Samson’s River. Slowly, I start walking toward the bridge. My sneakers do not move, nor does my shadow. I stand within arm’s reach of the railing and look down at the water. There is a machine down on the bank, excavators I think they are called. It looks like they were pulling things out of the rushing water. There is yellow tape just behind the machine, making the machine look like the victim of a crime at a crime scene. But there is nothing else there, just rocks and branches being continually splashed by the moving water. As I turn, I think I see something.  

Behind the machine and the yellow tape there is a flatbed tow truck. Tied down with chains and other tethers lay what used to be Larry’s Honda Civic. Now, the civic was upside down, windows smashed, the windshield consisted of only a few remaining shards of glass. The sides of the Civic were badly dented, as if it rolled down a rocky hill. The tires were flat, and I could see that the hood of the car was partly open under the weight of the engine. The car was a wreck, completely totaled. Where was Larry? 

Suddenly, from out of the shadows I caught a glimpse of Jim, looking at the car from just behind it. I couldn’t make out his face or his expression, just his shape and I knew his clothing. I wanted to yell but couldn’t. I tried to move but no matter how hard my body seemed to work; it didn’t move from the spot on the bridge. I reached up to rub my eyes, unsure of what was happening. When I put my hands down Jim was gone. I was alone again, looking over the side of the bridge at the raging water. Would I ever know what happened? 

©2020 CBialczak

From Sadje: https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2020/02/10/what-do-you-see-16-february-10-2020/

Wordle #442

From https://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/

The search for the future

It was in the dark of the night that I awoke for no clear reason. Did I hear the twinkle of a chime? With a sigh, I sat up in bed, my stomach churning with desire for food. I let out a long breath, knowing the morning would approach quickly.  

I decided I would shower quickly before heading to the site. Looking over at my reflection in the mirror, I saw the smirk on my face, telling me I was still not fully believing in the tales of evil beings who murmur under the stones behind the church…… 

The demons surfaced to find beings who would learn from them and carry their work into the future. They would even the score by bringing individuals into their fire, training them to continue their recruiting efforts.  

©2020 CBialczak

Three Things Challenge #129: Today’s words; Jacket, Boredom, Relief

“Go get the book! We need to go and we are driving right past the library. I’ll stop and you can run in and drop the book off.”

“I never even read the last book I borrowed.”

“What! Why not?”

“I was so busy this week. Boredom was not an issue. I actually would have liked the down time.”

“Okay, just grab your jacket and we’ll return the book anyhow. I don’t want to have to pay a late fee.”

“Fine with me. It didn’t seem like it was going to be that great of a book. And about that fee…the book is already a week late!”

“Great! I wonder how much the fee will be.”

“It’s only 25 cents a week.”

“Well, that’s a relief. I can send the quarter in with you when you drop the book off.”

What do you see #14

From: https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2020/01/27/what-do-you-see-14-january-27th-2020/

Under the mushroom

Underneath the mushroom,  
there lives a little man. 
He lives without his children, 
His dear wife said he can. 

He comes out in the evening 
to look for things to eat. 
He loves to find new places 
and people he can meet. 

Once when he was walking 
he went a little far. 
He found that he got thirsty 
He stopped off at a bar. 

The man thought that he wanted 
to have a drink and chat 
with the local townsfolk 
and others just like that. 

He found that when he started 
to talk about his life 
He had the hardest time 
talking about his wife.  

He knew that he did miss her 
and even all his kids 
He started getting really sad 
tears filled up his lids.  

The barmaid thought that he had 
drunken way too much. 
She told him he should leave 
She guided with her touch.  

When they got outside 
She let him go alone 
She didn’t want to trick him 
She let him use her phone.  

He called his one grown child 
to ask him for a ride. 
The boy thought that his father 
had given up his pride.  

He told his dear old father 
to walk until the end 
of the longer part of town 
where he’d find his friend. 

The friend said he would take him 
back to him mushroom home. 
He never even realized  
He lived just like a gnome.  

The people all around him 
they laughed at his odd looks. 
He thought that they were nasty 
maybe even crooks. 

Once back at his mushroom 
he gave a nice long sigh 
He never really noticed 
he was a lucky guy.  

His luck was in his family, 
his kids and his sweet wife. 
He went to sleep late that night 
Grateful for his life.  

©2020 CBialczak

The Sunday Whirl: Wordle 440

Jack’s Ring

From the top of the stone wall, Jack could see the crystal in the rock formation shimmering in the sunlight. The shining rock seemed to blink in the sun as the clouds moved slowly across the sky, blocking sunlight at small intervals. Jack could just imagine taking a piece of that crystal and mounting it on a beautiful gold ring for his soon to be fiancé.  

He started down the embankment, fixing his vision on the stone. Once he was able to chip off his portion, he would check to make sure it was clear enough and would still fit in the setting. He knew the tone of the gold would accent the gem and was sure Pam would love it.  

After leaving the jeweler, Jack headed toward the hotel’s lounge, knowing Pam was waiting for him. He could not believe his eyes when he saw Pam in her tight black dress and matching black pumps with the stiletto heels. He was so lucky to have this beautiful woman and was excited to ask her to take his hand in marriage.  

©2020 CBialczak

Wordle #164

Mythy’s Strawberry Patch

Once upon a time there was a woman who the townsfolk called a Mythomanepenned Mythy for short, as she was known for her outrageous stories. It was so well known that she even called herself Mythy. Well it was a new morning and Mythy knew she would have to spend the day picking the most perfect strawberries for her well-known jam. She would make a batch, load it in her wide wagon, and swivel through the busy streets selling her product.  

Mythy set out this morning to get her berries. She left the front door and started walking down the walkway, as if she were a model on a runway. She used the lightest steps, so as not to hurt any insects crawling along in their little clusters. Within moments Mythy was at her strawberry patch where the lightest strawberriesperfect in shape and size, grew. After a few hours of picking Mythy felt like her day had been cheated by busy work. Euchred, she sat down amongst her prize strawberries and cried. She knew she would never complete her jam today.  

©2020 CBialczak

https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2020/01/20/wordle-164-2/#like-19398

FOWC with Fandango: detective

I want to be a detective

Before he even knew how to write his own name he knew he wanted to be a detective. He loved finding things and would help his mom and dad when they said they lost things. When he turned five his grandma bought him his own magnifying glass and special hat, so that he looked like this famous detective his dad told him about, Mr. Sherlock Holmes. He didn’t really know much about Mr. Sherlock but he did know he was a great detective. When he turned six his dad bought him his own fingerprint detecting kit with a real brush and special powder to find hidden fingerprints. It wasn’t until he turned eight that he realized he was missing something. He didn’t know exactly what, but he figured if he read enough detective stories he would be able to solve his own mystery. So he started reading and kept reading, always looking for that “thing” that would make him a true detective.

Well this continued throughout his adolescent years and even into his teenage years, even though he never shared this secret with anyone. He didn’t want people to know that he would be a famous detective someday, that would blow his cover. So for now, as a teen, he kept reading and continued to search for what he felt was missing from his dream. It wasn’t until the day of his high school graduation that he realized what he had been looking for all these years. It was his ticket to adulthood, his free pass to success, his voucher for a future; college.