Finding Humour

I think humour is very important in stories, at least they are in mine, because life is full of humour. We, as humans can find humour in all sorts of things, even the macbre. I recall the days before Social Media when something bad happened, you suddenly found bad jokes being sent to your mobile phone.

It was an underworld of communication, and you always knew something would do the rounds when something bad happened. The jokes would be in poor taste and forwarded many times. If you didn’t like it, you deleted it and said nothing. Not like today, when we have to be careful what we put on Social Media or else people would come down on you like a ton of bricks, rightly so, in many cases. You couldn’t get away with anything now, where as in a text message it was just for you regardless of where it originated from and easily deleted.

Life is humerous, and I was unfortunate enough to come from a family that had clumsy in it’s genes. Because we were all that way inclinded, you needed a good sense of humour to survive it. Being a writer, I collected many of these instances as they happened and they still make me chuckle as I add them to my stories.

Some years ago I wrote a story with the long weird title of Walking in the Moonlight with Brad Pitt. It was the story of Amy who goes to a party and sees the handsome Liam. She remembers him from a disasterous date she had several years earlier.

I had a friend many years ago who dated a girl who was taller than he was. He told me how on dates, he would get her to walk in the gutter so they could be at least on the same level. That really amused me, so I used it for Liam and Amy’s date. Then there was my sister who once worked in an office that had a spiral stair case leading down to the reception. She was on her way to meet a client wanting to make a good impression. As she got midway, she slipped and fell on her bum hitting every step and landing at the clients feet. Her skirt was above her suspenders exposing her thighs, it was the eighties, I might add! So I wrote this in to the story as well. It’s how Amy makes an impression on Liam – minus the suspenders!


 

‘Amy groaned and left the bathroom. The date had ended because she choked on  a nut and couldn’t stop coughing.

 As she tried to come down the stairs elegantly, she saw Liam watching her and knew he had finally placed her. Her eyes caught the blond head of Jack, who was now giving the kiss of life to the party prostitute. 

 Turning back, Liam’s eyes were still on her as she missed her footing and squealed like a cat with its tail stuck in a door. Her slippery hand grabbed the handrail as her bottom hit each step in turn. Liam was there in an instant as she rose to her feet looking as red as the wine.

 “Are you all right?” he asked with concern.

 Standing, she gave him a dazzling smile through clenched teeth, “Is that my drink, lovely!”’


Please share with me your embarrassing moments, because we have all had them!

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A Bus Drive Never Forgotten

We’ve all travelled on a coach or bus in our youth when we were young and carefree. For me I remember a train ride where four of us went on a day trip to Alderley Edge, in Cheshire. A area where the ‘Edge’ provides magnificent views as well as a few interesting caves along the way.

The train was in compartments and we went noisily into one. It was much more fun to travel in the luggage rack rather than on the seat! When ever I see those roped racks I’m transported back to being a silly teenager again remembering the rocky ride. Although, I might add, not tempted to do it again.

Author, C. A. Keith wrote a story about her bus ride, which brought my memory back. Hers was very memorable and so I thought I’d share it with you. I can just envisage the girls with their drinks, and a very obliging bus driver!

 

Click the bus to read the story!coach-3206326_1280

 

Father’s Day

Open to Everybody.

Father’s Day is in June and here at Magic of Stories, we would like your ‘Dad Stories’.

For the whole of the month, we shall publish different stories about different dads.

We all have many memories about our father’s and I would like just one or two contained in up to 500-700 words. It can be anything, funny or sad things, wishful things, or just something about your dad you would really like to share.

You can include up to three photographs and also a link back to yourself, if you wish, such as a web or Facebook page.

If you are interested, send your story in an email and I’ll let you know the day yours will be featured and give you a link when it is written.

 

#dads #fathersday #dadstories #poetry

 

Hazard, a Nineties Song

Do you remember Richard Marx’s Hazard ? I loved it and the video was dark and moody and told a story. The music is haunting and shot in black and white makes it very atmospheric.

Who did kill Miss Mary? We never got to find out and so, inspired by the video, I wrote a story.

Mary became Mary-Jo and it is told through the eyes of her best friend, Shelby. She, like her father, she had visions and when she ‘saw’ her friend was in trouble, she had to return to the town she’d left behind.

The first person she turns to is Mary-Jo’s boyfriend, Ricky, named after Richard Marx, of course. But he doesn’t know what happened to Mary-Jo and why she is missing. They had had a row, so he is not looking for her. He is broody and angry and it takes a while for Shelby to discover why.

Then there is the sheriff, Rawden Hughes, who Shelby has a history with. She is not so delighted to see him again, but knew it was inevitable.

Then there is her Pa, strangely sober for once, what is he hiding? Why does he accuse her like he does?

Long buried secrets surface and a recent review called it a thriller of a tale. I’d call it a crime, and a mystery, with a little paranormal thrown in.  I would love to hear what you think.

Down by the River is novelette and available on Amazon UK and Amazon US for just £1/$1.

#murder #crime #shortreads #thriller #richardmarx #hazard #dollar #pound

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