Betrayal

With love in his eyes, Max gazed back towards his best friend.

David could hardly bear to look back at him.

Max knew, instinctively, that something wasn’t right, but had no idea that he had been condemned; sentenced by the one he trusted most.

Solemnly, the vet entered the room.

True Love

A feeling of exhilaration coursed through Matt as he embraced Stephen for the first time.

They had known each other for barely two hours, and scarcely spoken in that time, but it didn’t seem to matter.

The feeling was indescribable.

Last minute winners can do that to avid football fans.

Reaction of the 347

Everyone present reacted in different ways:

Her true friends showed genuine concern.

Some acquaintances barely noticed, and continued with other business. Others ignored it, while some, who weren’t really friends at all, laughed to themselves.

A few got downright annoyed; who puts that kind of thing as a Facebook status?!

The Purpose: take 2

After reading some mini sagas written by school children, Marc became taken with the idea.

He worked on them, enjoying the disciplined creativity of continually toying with the words to get to that magic number 50.

Some worked; others frustrated. Marc decided to set up a blog; showcasing his work.

Jack's comeuppance

“The defendant is charged with manslaughter, as well as counts of the theft of a precious antique, and theft of a rare variety of poultry. How do you plead?”

Jack squirmed, and adjusted his tie nervously.

He hadn’t seen this coming when he swapped Daisy for that handful of beans.

Pretender in the throne.

The challenger stared back at me defiantly.

Three times I’d tried to finish him off, and yet, he was still there, bobbing, swerving and dodging; 

His very presence derisive.

‘This time,’ I thought.

I lunged in with my usually reliable right, and flushed again.

The poo still wouldn’t go down.

A Life changing decision

A part of her was gone.

She felt like her whole life had been changed. It wouldn’t be the same as before for a long time, if ever.

The decision had been a bad one; there was no question about that.

She handed some money to the hairdresser, and left.

Boundaries

He continued with his thankless task.

His job? To make sure that the spoilt, arrogant boys were certain of their boundaries.

He had done this for years, but no one ever praised him for it.

Eventually, the job was done; the groundsman at Stamford Bridge had finished marking the pitch.

The Purpose

At school the other day, I came across a published book, containing some work done by some of our children.

I say published book, but what I actually is mean one of those books that is masqueraded as a competition, so that, when they find out that their child has 'won', the doting parents become desperate to buy a copy.

This of course is regardless of the fact that their child is featured on a solitary page, and the book costs at least a tenner. Anyway, I digress.

This particular book/money-making scheme was one of 'Mini-sagas'; stories on any subject that must be exactly 50 words long. And it took my interest.

When I got home, I tried a few, and I enjoyed doing them. I finished 3 in one afternoon, and then thought about ideas for others all weekend.

So that basically is the purpose of the blog. This is the only entry in which you will have to endure my rambling; from now on, every entry will be exactly 50 words (excluding the titles, which I am informed are allowed to be upto 15 words themselves!)

Peace out!

(Btw, it did occur to me to try and do this in 50words, but thought that setting my stall out in this way would be acceptable. And it's my blog. So there!)