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Accord Hospice 100-story Challenge: DAY 100

THANK YOU! Thank you all, for your very kind support and sponsorship, during these past 100 days. It's hard to believe this is my last story! Thanks for supporting Accord Hospice in Paisley, Scotland. Together, we've helped to raise 160 pounds for this wonderful cause. I am keeping the Justgiving fund open for 2 more months, in case anyone wants to donate at a later date--but the fund raiser officially ends with today's installment.

I hope you've enjoyed these 100 stories, and once again wish to thank Jack and Charlie for their three excellent contributions to this blog. I also want to remind you that all stories were written in honour of the patients of Accord, and in memory of Mrs. Helen McDonald. As always, you can find Accord on the web at:
www.accord.org.uk

THANKS! (Nancy.)

DAY 100

STORY #100

The Lady in Red

It was early on a sweltering Los Angles afternoon. I was sitting at my desk at my detective agency, watching the sun creep across the floor, hearing a fly buzzing at the window, and contemplating the bottle of bourbon on my desk. Just then, someone knocked.

“Come in,” I answered wearily. “Hello, Charles.” It was her. That blond bombshell I called, “the lady in red”. The woman who suckered me into helping her cover up a murder, and nearly cost me my life in doing so. “I’m back.” She whispered demurely. But…did I want to kiss her, or kill her?

It's not too late to sponsor me! Help me get to 75 percent of my goal by Sunday! Please help to support Accord, their patients, and the patient's families, with a donation today! Thanks. Each of these stories has been written in honour of the patients of Accord, and in memory of Mrs. Helen MacDonald.

www.accord.org.uk

DAY 99

STORY #99

Doctor Who:

A Hot Time (Lord)

The dark-haired man stood bound to the stake. Strangely, He looked more interested than scared. As the executioner lit the fire, the condemned man whispered whimsically, “Well…Rose did say that I was a hottie.”

A raucous noise heard over the crackling flames, hailed the appearance of a blue police box. The door opened, and a blond man in Edwardian garb ran up and sprayed the fire with an extinguisher. He freed the man in the brown suit and trainers. “You took your time.” He grumbled. The blond man sighed, “Tegan heard Primark had a sale on, and insisted on stopping.”

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PERSONAL NOTE: Like many Whovians, I am delighted at the news of Peter Davidson returning to the role, for the upcoming Children in Need special. In light of that wonderful news, I've decided to write my own little two-Doctor story. I admit, that I will never in a million years, be anywhere near the same league , as someone like Hugo award-winning Dr Who writer, Steven Moffatt, still. I felt I wanted to have a go at it, anyway.

Blogging for Accord: Day 98

Accord Hospice in Paisley, Scotland gives care and compassion to those in the final stage of cancer. All stories written on this blog, are written in honour of the patients of Accord, and in memory of Mrs. Helen MacDonald, whose tireless efforts helped to make Accord a reality.
www.accord.org.uk

DAY 98

STORY #98

The Last Scout

Moses Walker served with the 5^th Cavalry in the heart of the Dakota Territory. Soon, he would retire, but now he was on scout for the patrol sent out to protect the gold miners. He halted on a knoll--when a band of Sioux appeared! Screaming, they began chasing him.

Moses suddenly found himself in a box canyon. He leapt down, back to the rocks, firing over his horse--when his bullets ran out. Just then, an arrow found him, and Moses knew it was the end. He smiled. “Eh, didn’t want to retire, anyway,” he murmured as he died.

Accord Hospice 100-story blog-- DAY 97

ACCORD HOSPICE provides specialist palliative care to the communities of Renfrewshire and parts of East Renfrewshire. This care is provided to over 500 patients and families each year by our multi-disciplinary team including our three consultants, In Patient Care (8 beds), Day Care (15 places) Community Nurse Specialists (5) and a whole range of different therapies. Almost £2 million (nearly $4 million dollars) is required in this financial year (07/08) Please help me get just a bit closer to my goal, by clicking on the SECURE link, at your left, to the Justgiving webiste. Justgiving is an Accord sanctioned fund raising site. Thank you!

DAY 97

STORY #97

The Old One

The silvery mist entwined itself around the ashen treetops, as leaded skies bent under the weight of corpulent rain clouds. A rustle in the tall tawny weeds of the meadow, and the strains of tiny, fluting voices.

My friends were dancing in the dripping grass, singing. They were young and free and loved to dance. But, that was long ago, and I am alone now, the last of my kind. I sit, here beneath my rock, watching the men and their dead machines, and dream of a time, when we fairies come again, to claim the woods as our own

Accord Hospice 100-story Challenge: DAY 96

Again, thanks so much for visiting my fund raising blog for Accord hospice. It's been a tough row to hoe, but I have no regrets. Accord is a fantastic cause, and I hope you may consider donating, by clicking on the Justgiving widget to your left. Thank you!

DAY 96

STORY #96

Pirate Dance

In the market town, the soldiers tried to defend the citizens from the pirates. As the clang of swords and popping of pistols died away, the town fell into the marauder’s hands.

The town’s stalwart mayor stood before the captain. He was told to prepare to die. “What colour?” “Are you getting smart with me?” The captain shouted. “How would you know?” The mayor retored. Then, the captain snarled, “You’re gonna’ walk the plank."The mayor began doing a jig. “What’re ya’ doin’?” the pirate roared. "If I’m to die,” he replied, “I’m going out in style--dancing the plank.”

Accord Hospice 100-story Challenge: DAY 95

Thanks all for your incredibly kind response to my effort. Sunday's the last day--last chance to become a sponsor--just click the Justgiving widget to your left! Visit Accord at:
www.accord.org.uk


DAY 95

STORY #95


Golden Harvest

The mellowed hills of autumn turned flaxen in the morning light, as Tim and his sister Sally worked the potato harvest. It was the Great Depression, and this was the only work they could find. Tim was manhandling a full potato barrel when Sally spied something on the ground beneath it.

“Look!” She cried excitedly. There, beneath the barrel, was a small, bright yellow stone--gold! Looking carefully around, Tim retrieved the stone, and they continued working. The next day, the work camp had full pots of stew and warm blankets for everyone--thanks to a couple of secret benefactors.