Remembering Mondays Finish the Story


Hello everyone! Just like Nortina and the others, I miss Barbara Beacham and her Mondays Finish the Story prompts. In memory of Barbara, I’m also sharing two of my favourite stories from the challenge. Be Well, everyone!

My Mom and I


Finish the story begins with: “Are you laughing at me?“

There she was, my mother, still with humour while smelling the orchids I gave her.

“Yes, Mom, it was funny. For the sake of vanity, you broke your wrist.” And we laughed again.

I have just arrived three hours ago from Germany. I was looking forward to this holiday. Everything was planned and booked. The manicurist arrived and we were going to have our nails painted. My Mom went to her room, looking for her favourite nail polish. It was on top of her wardrobe, so she climbed on the chair to get it.

We heard her shout and found her slumped on the floor. We took her to the hospital, they x-rayed her left wrist and found that it was broken into pieces. They have re-aligned it and put a fibre glass cast. So, the first two days of my holiday were spent in the hospital. We laughed together.
(150 words)






Finish the story begins with: “A body suddenly crashed through a plate glass window at the Brigadier’s house.”

The Brigadier, his wife and their guests came to inspect what caused the crashed.

One of the SWAT teams was removing some broken glass from his uniform. Men in their black uniforms and weapons entered through the window. They shouted: “Don’t move. Put your hands up. We meant no harm. We just want Brigadier Delos Santos.”

“I’m Brigadier Santos, what do you want?” the tall man said.

“We’re arresting you for embezzling some companies,” said the Captain.

“You utter fools, you got the wrong Brigadier. I’m Brigadier Santos, Brigadier Delos Santos lives on the next hill!”

“So sorry, Sir, we’ll blame the Intelligence for this. We’ll pay for the damage.” They left very apologetic.


For: Remembering Mondays Finish the Story

In Memory of Barbara Beacham


There was a lady who hosted a blog
A flash fiction challenge every Monday
It was called “Monday Finish the Story”
She provided a photo and the first sentence
We had to finish the story – that was the challenge
Every week I looked forward to the new challenge
And I’m sure the rest of her readers and followers
Creative juices ran from everyone, different genres
Barbara was a great host, we’ll surely miss her
She always commented on our work
She always encouraged us to read others
She always wished us well
Rest in peace, Barbara Beacham
Your memories live in our hearts


For: Special Challenge in Memory of Barbara Beacham

Angry Zeus – Mondays Finish the Story – June 8th, 2015 and A Baker’s Dozen ~ 170

A Baker’s Dozen 170 – passions, without, storming, creature, forest, hangs, magic, thrive, words, while, hum, swarm

© 2015, Barbara W. Beacham
© 2015, Barbara W. Beacham

Finish the story begins with: “Zeus was not having a good day and he made sure everyone knew it.”

Zeus heard words that some creature was passionate about his wife Hera. This creature was hanging around in the forest while Hera was doing her duties as a goddess. Although Zeus was not a faithful husband, he easily got angered by this news. He hurled lightning bolts and caused violent storms without delay that wreaked havoc on earth. Swarm of insects were also thrown out to that creature, punishing him and the rest of the humans for falling in love with his wife. The earth used to be thriving with life, humming with magical energy that echoed in the mountains. Now, it was booming with thunder and lightning. That creature shouldn’t have made Zeus angry. (115 words)


What a Tangled Web We Weave – Mondays Finish the Story – June 1st, 2015 and Wordle 123

© 2015, Barbara W. Beacham
© 2015, Barbara W. Beacham

Finish the story begins with:
“What a tangled web we weave
when first we practice to deceive.”

If only we could filter out bad memories
Expressed conflicts that reached crises
Then we won’t have all the bitter cries
In quiet state disparage ourselves to rhapsodise
Enough bursting gusting emotion on the train
Our observational abilities are surely constrained
Why are we still keeping our fierce loyalty to them?
Are we by circumstances to spiritual exile condemn?
How could we untangle ourselves from their web?
The sand was firm and wide, the tide was on the ebb
When pieces of moments together springing out?
We realised something and we just want to shout
Are we deceiving ourselves to make us feel better?
Then perhaps it’s never too late to alter

by brenda warren
by brenda warren

A Cold, Grey Day – Mondays Finish the Story and Wordle 185

© 2015, Barbara W. Beacham
© 2015, Barbara W. Beacham

Finish the story begins with: “The only residents remaining in the small town of Miners Hill are spirits.”

On this cold, grey day, I stood on top of the hill as the rain started to pour. Thunder rumbled, accompanied by a slash of lightning which sparked the sky for an instant.

I felt totally jaded as I made my way up there. This used to be our playground. We all ran up and down until we were tired but satisfied. Ah, the joy of childhood memories.

Now, Miners Hill is like a ghost town, only spirits live here after a big fire burned most of our houses. (89 words)

by brenda warren
by brenda warren

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The Crew – Mondays Finish the Story and Wordle #61

1. Prevalent
2. Glib (readily fluent, often thoughtlessly, superficially, or insincerely so)
3. Amble
4. Choke
5. Morass (any confusing or troublesome situation, especially one from which it is difficult to free oneself; entanglement; a marsh or bog)
6. Cement
7. Mesh
8. Sonder (the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own.)
9. Aquiver
10. Gangway (a passageway, a narrow walkway)
11. Shrinkage
12. Court

© 2015, Barbara W. Beacham
© 2015, Barbara W. Beacham

Finish the story begins with: “The crew of the Angel Flame received orders to head out.”

William nearly choked on a mouthful of tea as he heard this from their mesh network. He was hoping it was just one of the glib ones just to keep them alert. His lower lip aquiver as he listened to the radio and heard that dangerous winds are prevalent in the area where they were ordered to head out.

Meanwhile, there was a shrinkage of crew in the gangway as they realised what this meant. A morass situation, that was it and the crew was panicking. They were not ready to head out yet. They’d rather ambler in the court of the submarine. They were just getting to know each other. They have just realised that each one of them is a sonder, too.


The Cruise – Mondays Finish the Story – May 11th – 17th, 2015

- © 2015, Barbara W. Beacham
– © 2015, Barbara W. Beacham

Finish the story begins with: “Arriving at the beach, she reflected on her life.”

She couldn’t believe what had just happened. She survived! The others didn’t, but luckily, she did.

It was their holiday of a lifetime. They went on a cruise for their thirtieth wedding anniversary. They admired Gaudi’s creations in Barcelona, the pure scale of Rome’s Coliseum, stunning coastlines and the beautiful French Riviera. The food was delicious and they met some other couples on the ship.

But then the wind changed dramatically and the storm came suddenly. They were ship wrecked. Chaos pursued as people tried to save themselves. Not everyone had a life jacket. She was fortunate to have one. Her husband was too late, he drowned and was eaten by a shark in front of her eyes. That was terrible!

Arriving at the beach with the other survivors, she reflected on her life. Someone was watching over her. She kissed the ground. Then she wept for her husband. (149 words)


Cooking – Mondays Finish the Story


Richard was looking forward to this dinner. His friend Anthony was bringing his girlfriend with him, plus a blind date for Richard – the beautiful Sabrina. Richard obviously wanted to impress them so he planned everything to have a perfect evening. He made a list, bought the ingredients, set the table elegantly. They arrived, introduction was made and he gave them some wine. He went to the kitchen to check if everything was going according to plan. The turkey was still raw and will probably take a couple of hours, so he put the oven on the highest temperature. The tiramisu wasn’t setting properly. The onion soup was done and as he was bringing the pot of soup to the table, he dropped it on the floor. Everyone heard the loud bang, went to the kitchen and saw him on the floor. Richard got up and said….Pizza anyone?

The Challenge – Monday’s Finish the Story


Finish the story begins with: “When it came to a challenge, Jim Smiley just had to jump right in!“

And he did! From Dover, Jim was determined to swim the English Channel. This was in aid of the big charity event for Swimming Relief. The aim was to teach all children, especially in the developing world, how to swim. There was nothing extraordinary about it, except that six months ago, Jim couldn’t swim and was afraid of the water. But he wanted to conquer his fear, hence, the challenge. He asked Tommy to teach him.

It would take him 5 days to reach Calais, and he had a lot of problems on the way. The ruthless coldness of the Channel made him shiver the first day. The third day people did not know whether he could still make it. But Jim had the full support of everyone. Some famous swimmers even swam with him. And he made it! He just reached Calais. Hooray for Jim Smiley!



Chris and Clara – Mondays Finish the Story


Finish the story begins with: “The old typewriter had a mind of its own.”

Chris paid 50 pesos for the old typewriter. He put some papers in it.

“Help, is anyone out there?” was typed.

Chris typed back, “Who are you?”

“I’m Clara and the evil Mangkukulam cursed me to be here until I can type the best story ever told.”

“How would you do that?”

“With your help, of course! We can write the story together.”

“You mean, like collaborative writing?”

“Yes, I’ve got some ideas, and I’m sure you’ve got some and together we can produce this perfect story. What do you think?”

“I’m in,” answered Chris. The story went to different directions, had a lot of editing until it found the right track and both Chris and Clara were happy with their narrative. When it was published, Clara turned back to being human and Chris replaced her inside the typewriter. That was the curse and so Chris must patiently wait.
(149 words)