100 stories-100 days Challenge for Accord Hospice!

NEARLY 1 YEAR ON: Hello all

2008-07-03T10:48:00.003-04:00

Hello, all.

Well, it's nearly one year on, and people are still accessing this page, so...

I've reopened the blog, to allow for further donations. That's right, once again this year, you can DONATE to Accord, for their 2008/09 fiscal year.

I hope you will please consider helping out this most worthy of causes.

Questions?

contact:

nbgwho@aol.com

Cheers, Nancy G.

Accord Hospice 100-story Challenge: DAY 100

2007-10-28T03:13:00.001-04:00

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?

2007-10-27T01:17:00.000-04:00

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

2007-10-26T12:04:00.000-04:00

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

2007-10-24T23:07:00.000-04:00

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

2007-10-24T01:04:00.000-04:00

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

2007-10-23T02:11:00.000-04:00

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.

Accord Hospice 100-story challenge: DAY 94

2007-10-21T21:35:00.000-04:00

I really would like to thank those who sponsored me--and if you haven't taking the time to sponsor me, there's still a chance for you to help me reach my goal by 29th October. Accord Hospice's budget for the coming year, is well over 2 million pounds. They give hope and caring to those in the final stage of life, which is the greatest gifts one can give, I think. Won't you consider helping? Whether it's one pound ($2 dollars) or 20 ($40), You can make a difference, you can help ease someone's suffering.

All stories on this blog are written in honour of the patients of Accord, and in memory of Mrs. Helen MacDonald, for all of the wonderful work she did to help make Accord Hospice a reality.

DAY 94

STORY #94

Farewell, But Not Goodbye

He knew he had to go, or die on the gallows. Still, Ian didn’t want to leave, for he loved his country with an unfathomable passion. But, the King’s soldiers were hot upon his trail, and to stay would surely bring about more ruin and death upon those he cared for.

He stood, looking out to sea, waiting for the ship to arrive. His parents were there, his mother quietly weeping. Ian’s heart felt like ice. But still, the passion of the patriot burned like fire in his soul. He would return, one day, and make this land free again.

100 Short Stories! Blogging for Accord Hospice--DAY 93

2007-10-21T00:48:00.000-04:00

Thanks all, for your continued support of this little blog. You've been more than generous, both in giving and in your kind words of encouragement. Both are very much appreciated, believe me. I feel Accord Hospice is a great cause to support--it may be a half a world away from me, in a place I shall never see, but the heart and the spirit that goes into this place--well, even tho' I've never seen it, I can feel it, just by reading the webpage. I've been around hospitals, and dialysis centres, and the like--enough to know compassionate care when I "see" it.

Accord Hospice's website is at:
www.accord.org.uk

DAY 93

STORY 93

Love in Miniature

Lady Torrington sighed and looked out the window at the rain. She so missed her late husband, Sir Edward, that she’d had a miniature of him made up by the toymaker in the village. Now she was meticulously painting the figure to resemble Sir Edward’s wardrobe. Suddenly, she heard his voice.

Looking down, her Ladyship noticed that the figure had come to life! “Hullo, dear.” It said, “I’m back. Sorry you’ve missed me.” Her Ladyship didn’t faint, but wept for joy, calling her sisters into the conservatory, to view the miracle…but when they’d arrived, he’d turned into a toy again.

Accord Hospice 100-story Challenge: Day 92

2007-10-20T08:55:00.000-04:00

Accord Hospice's website: www.accord.org.uk
Thanks for supporting the wonderful work being done by the staff and volunteers at Accord Hospice, in Paisley, Scotland.

DAY 92

STORY #92

Off the Beaten Path

Elana sighed. She’d missed a meeting, gotten a speeding ticket, and some missionary waylaid her in the car park. She frowned, “God doesn’t care. We’re on our own.”

Taking a short-cut home, Elana turned into a rutted track--getting bogged down in mud. Sitting behind the steering wheel, she cried. An old man walked up to the car, “I’ll get you out, miss.” He said gently. He hooked her car up to a tow truck--that appeared out of nowhere, and pulled her out. As he drove off, she saw a sticker on his rear window: “God loves you, Elana.”

Accord Hospice 100-story Challenge--DAY 91

2007-10-19T00:58:00.000-04:00

Thanks for visiting this blog. As you can see by the Justgiving widget to your left, I'm now at 60 percent towards my final goal---but time is running out! The clock is ticking! I need to meet my 250 pound goal by day 100! Accord needs all the funds it can get so help with their 2 million pound plus budget, in the coming year. To find out more about Accord Hospice, go to:

www.accord.org.uk

Thanks for sticking with me, and, as always, from the bottom of my heart, thanks for your support. Nancy.

DAY 91

STORY #91

There Ain't Nuthin' Like a Dame

Actor David Tennant was invited to give a speech at an all-girls school. In advance of the talk, he got a note from the headmistress, that it was vital that he be politically correct. “I’d never want to offend anyone,” said David.

The speech was about working in intimate situations with co-stars: “Well, there was Billie, my pectorally superior, peroxide-dependant co-star. And, I often work with wardrobe impaired, terminally attractive females, in horizontally accessible positions.” He grinned broadly. “I do enjoy a serious lip exchange with my co-stars…” he frowned, “except for the horse, Arthur, his breath was odor defective.”

Blogging for Accord Hospice DAY 90

2007-10-18T14:12:00.000-04:00

JUST 10 MORE DAYS TO GO--PLEASE DONATE NOW!! HELP ME MEET MY GOAL!
THANK YOU so much to the very generous person who made the donation today--I will respect your wishes to remain anonymous. You gift will be greatly appreciated by the patients of Accord, rest assured.

www.accord.org.uk

DAY 90

STORY #90

Speaking in Tongues

Two cowboys were sitting on the fence, talking. Joe was telling Bill about how he’d gone to see a lawyer to stop a developer from taking his ranch. “What happened?” Bill asked.

“First, the lawyer asked if I had grounds, and I told him I had 500 acres. Next, he asked me if I wanted to bring a suit--but I only got the one I was wearin’. He asked me if I thought I had a case--so I told him I only had a six-pack.” Bill asked, “So then what?” “The danged lawyer threw me outta’ his office!”

Accord Hospice 100 Story Challenge

2007-10-17T15:03:00.000-04:00

Recently--well, in the last four or five days--I've gotten two e-mail queries regarding this fund raiser. Though I did send personal replies to those persons, I also decided to post a note on the blog, as well, to answer any queries visitors may have.

First, I was asked--and this is not the first time--if Accord has officially sanctioned this fund raiser.

No. Accord doesn't even know about it, as far as I know. I have never told them. I have no affiliation with Accord, whatsoever. I am doing this, because I was seeking some relief from my present situation here, where I am pretty much stuck in one place--literally, I've not been further than 2 or 3 miles away in nearly a year, and it was, honestly, getting to me. So I decided I needed a positive creative outlet--and, I decided that a small private fund raiser would fill the bill nicely. About this same time, an internet acquaintance send me a lengthy e-mail, about Mrs. MacDonald and about Accord. I was deeply, deeply moved. My dad died of lung cancer so I decided that, even tho' I've never been to Scotland (other than flying over it in a plane)--or any part of the U.K. (other than a 3 hour layover inside Heathrow), around the 20th July, I made the decision to support Accord, as my designated charity. Two days later, this blog was begun. But, at no time, have I ever contacted Accord, nor have they ever contacted me. So, it's safe to assume, they are blissfully unaware of the 100-stories blog.

The next question was in a similar vein, so I will address that as well: No. David Tennant knows nothing of this fund-raiser either. Even if I had a clue how to contact him--which I don't, I would not. It's true, I have dedicated part of this fund raiser, in memory of his mum, but, NOT because she's Tennant's mum, but because Helen MacDonald's courage, reminded me very much of my own mum's. I think my mum would have liked Mrs. MacDonald. And I think what she'd done, to help make Accord a reality, was just...brilliant. I was truly touched by the story. So, no. David Tennant--tho' I wrote some stories featuring him--is in no way connected to this effort, and, I assure you, the gentleman will never even know about it, as far as I know.

Also, no. This fund raiser is in no way connected with any other Dr Who/David Tennant Accord fund raiser. In fact, at the time I began this (22nd July) blog, I did not even know about any of those other fund raisers at all. It wasn't until a week or two later, that I found out about them--and I cannot praise them highly enough, for all the work they've done to raise funds. I think they've done a fantastic job.

And, yes. All these stories are EXACTLY 100 words long. They are drabbles, 100-word stories, chosen to make things a bit more challenging for me--and hopefully, helping to inspire others to donate to the effort. At this time, I am no longer asking for "guest" writers. I am still a little shaky, health-wise, as it's a long-term situation, but for now my health--tho' I do tire easily--is on an even keel for a while. I do thank my two guest writers for their assistance. In fact, I did write, and will continue to write, all but three of these stories. Yes, they are all original.

Where do I find my ideas, was one query. Well...all over. Old illustrations, folk tales, life experiences, stories told to me, true stories, Dr Who, old stories I'd read--like those of the French realists, and Edgar Allen Poe and such. Recently, I tried anagrams--a failed experiment, sometimes, an idea will just pop into my head out of the blue, and sometimes, I've had suggestions from friends.

And finally, yes, Justgiving really is endorsed by Accord. You can, in fact, donate to them on their own website, through their Justgiving widget, just like the one on this blog. I really will not see a single penny of these funds, not ever. And I prefer it that way. Justgiving has a premier reputation as an online fundraiser.

Hope this answered some of your questions. If you have any more you can always e-mail me at: friespaardfan@yahoo.com

Thanks, Nancy.

Accord Hospice 100-Story Challenge: Day 89

2007-10-17T11:44:00.000-04:00

Accord Hospice provides free care for those who need it most. Won't you please consider sponsoring this effort by donating as little as one pound ($2) by clicking on the Justgiving widget to your left--Justgiving is officially endorsed by Accord. Accord's operating budget for the coming year, is over 2 million pounds, and every little bit helps--by helping Accord, you helping to ease another person through their final stage of life. Please consider giving today--help me to meet my 250 pound goal by 29th October. Thanks! N.

Remember, all stories are written in honour of the patients of Accord, and in memory of Mrs. Helen MacDonald, whose work helped make Accord a reality.

DAY 89

STORY #89

The Holiday-Makers

Alan Clark straightened his cravat and did his best to look professional, as manager of the new resort. The coach carrying the first guests of the season was coming up the drive. Alan was surprised --there’d been a bad storm last night, half the valley had been washed away.

The carriage pulled up, full of happy guests. Abruptly, one of the maids came up, saying the local constable was at the back door. Ten minutes later, Alan returned, ashen-faced. Not surprisingly, the carriage was gone--for the police just informed him they’d all perished in the flood, last night.

Blogging for Accord Hospice: Day 88

2007-10-15T23:15:00.000-04:00

I'm sorry if this story disappoints, but I wanted to try something different--so I wrote a story, with many words that are actually anagrams of my name. Once again, I have a bad case of writer's block, and this is a trick an English prof told me about, a few years back. I've never tried it before, and probably never will again, judging by the result, ha-ha. So, I am sorry if this story seems a bit silly and confusing. But one only truly fails, if one never even tries, ey?

Accord Hopsices website can be found at:
accord.org.uk

To sponsor me, merely click the DONATE! button on the Justgiving widget to your left. Justgiving is officially endorsed by Accord. Minimum requested donation is 1 pound. Thank you for supporting Accord Hospice!

DAY 88

STORY #88

The Beach Crashers

The Bay Channel Ghost was pleased. All the tourists had gone--- he had the beach shanty to himself--or so he thought. But then, the Banyan Lech ghost came along, and brought his weirdo forth-dimension friends with him. And, they even brought their dirty washing with them!

Hanging from the shanty’s gable hatch was the beach gnat’s nylons, and, Baa Lynch’s thong! Ab the gnome whigned he was hungry, and Banyon yelled, “Go bangle yer nachos!” “Aye,” said Baa, “Ab’s nacho is lengthy.” The Bay Channel Ghost quickly booked a holiday at a haunted castle for some peace and quiet.

Accorrd Hospice Blog: Story #87

2007-10-15T12:53:00.000-04:00

Sorry once again for the delay in posting today's installment. Blame it on a combination of writer's block, exhaustion and having the commitment to Blog Action Day...but here it is, at last. Please accept my thanks for visiting this blog, and for supporting the wonderful work of Accord Hospice in Paisley, Scotland. Visit Accord online here:
www.accord.org.uk

Gypsy Dancer

Wallace rose from the poorhouse, to become one of the wealthiest men of the age, thanks to an invention he’d made. He was living in one of the grandest homes in all the shires. But, he was alone. The peerage shunned him, his peers thought him above them, so Wallace kept to himself.

He spent his evenings, staring at a painting he’d bought in Venice: a life-size portrait of a gypsy dancer. Standing there, he whispered sadly, “I wish you were real.” As he turned, and slowly walked away, a tiny teardrop fell from a corner of the gypsy’s eye.

Accord Hospice 100-story Challenge Day 86

2007-10-14T11:10:00.000-04:00

IMPORTANT NOTE BY AUTHOR: I found this story too similar to one previously written, so I took the time to re-write the second paragraph of this story. N. (17/10/07)

Thank you for visiting this blog, and for supporting the wonderful work of Accord Hospice. You can find out more about Accord by going to:
www.accord.org.uk

Thanks to all of my sponsors for helping to make this small fund raiser for Accord, possible. I couldn't have done it without you. Remember, all stories on this blog are written in honor of the patients of Accord, and in memory of Mrs. Helen MacDonald, for whom Accord was such a big part of her life, and whose steadfast dedication is an inspiration to us all. Thanks again for visiting. N.

DAY 86

STORY #86

Doctor Who:

Ala Carte

“That’s one of the most alien, aliens, that I’ve ever encountered.” The Doctor observed calmly. Donna raised an eyebrow and stared down at the red blob at her feet, with one purple eye stalk, and fourteen legs that looked like goldfish tails. “What’ is that, Doctor?”

The Doctor shrugged, “Erm--I..” The thing interrupted him. “I am the midnight soul, the diamond moon, a soldier in the wilderness of life…I am also your complementary appetizer.” He waved a fin. “Would you like a sample?” Donna blanched and the Doctor said, “Ummm--We’ll just stick with the bread and water, thanks”.

Blogging for Accord Hospice: Day 85

2007-10-13T09:47:00.000-04:00

As always, gentle readers, you may visit Accord Hospice, located in Paisley, Scotland, by going to their website: www.accord.org.uk

Sorry for the rubbish story, but I had less than 15 minutes to write it in, this morning. Thanks for visiting, and for supporting Accord Hospice. N.

DAY 85

STORY #85

Sack it to Me

Priscilla decided to treat herself to a shopping trip in London. She found a posh boutique selling the latest designer fashions. Going inside, she found a hot new dress that looked just like one Victoria Beckham had recently worn.

A shop assistant asked, “May I help?” Priscilla told him the dress had no price on it. “Oh,” replied breezily, “Everything in the shop is ten pounds today, madam.” Pris’s eyes widened with delight. “Really? Why is that?” she asked. “Because, before he went to lunch, the owner told me I was sacked, so I’d thought I’d sack it to him.”

Blogging for Accord Hospice: Story #84

2007-10-12T12:53:00.000-04:00

Sorry for the delay again--no excuse this time except writer's block. Please take the time to visit Accord's website: www.accord.org.uk

You may sponsor me--and Accord--by clicking on the DONATE! button on the Justgiving widgetto your left. Justgiving is officially endorsed by Accord Hospice. Thank you!
DAY 84

STORY #84

The Short-cut

The housemaids, Annie and Grace, had gone to the village on their day off, to visit with friends. Now as they were walking home, the lowering dripping clouds pressed down on them, and the pair decided to take a short-cut home, through the woods.

Fog rolled in--aimlessly drifting, obscuring the dead winter trees in its murkiness. The wind swept away Grace’s hat, and she ran into the brush to retrieve it--and vanished. Annie called out for hours, and by the next day, the whole village was searching…but Grace was never seen again, swallowed by the mists of Time.

Blogging for Accord Hospice: Story # 82

2007-10-11T00:34:00.000-04:00

Thanks again to my sponsors for supporting Accord Hospice and this blog. If you haven't heard of Accord, you can find out more by visiting:
www.accord.org.uk

All stories are written in honour of the patients of Accord, and in memory of Mrs. Helen MacDonald.

DAY 82

STORY #82

Storm Warning

The storm raged, a steel mesh of rain, continually punctuated by white-hot thunderbolts. Judy was house-sitting for friends. She’d never known the violence of a prairie storm. Just then, the phone rang. Judy answered--no one was there. This continued for over an hour.

Looking out the window, Judy screamed--an old cowboy was staring in at her! The phone rang. “Look,” she began---when a disembodied voice said, “Get out of my house! Get out now!” She ran. Out the door, into the concrete storm shelter next to the house--minutes before a tornado hit and flattened the home.

Accord Hospice 100-Story Blog: DAY 81

2007-10-10T14:13:00.000-04:00

Thank you all so much for supporting Accord Hospice. Their annual operating budget for the upcoming year is over 2 million pounds (nearly $5 million dollars) and they can use all the assistance they can gather from the local and international community. They are a truly wonderful organization, and I'm proud to have them as my charity of choice for this fund raiser. You can look them up on the web at: www.accord.org.uk

Well, it's getting down to the wire now...I'm a bit late posting Tuesday's story, and I apologize, but I was a bit under the weather again last night, tho' for a different reason. Anyway, here is today's story, and once again, thank you all for supporting Accord Hospice. Nancy.

DAY 81

STORY #81

Lost

George and Karen were on holiday, driving though a remote part of the country. They’d been driving in their caravan, along a deserted road--not even so much as a sheep to look at, for about an hour. Finally, Karen had had enough. “We’re lost, aren’t we?” She asked frostily.

George paused, then said firmly. “No.” Karen looked out the window at the barren landscape, retorting, “We’re in the middle of nowhere!” George snorted, “Don’t be silly.” Karen pointed at a road sign. “Look, George!” Stopping the caravan, George gaped at the sign: “WELCOME to Middle-of-Nowhere. Do enjoy your stay.”

Accord Hospice 100-Story Blog: Day 80

2007-10-08T23:47:00.001-04:00

Visit Accord Hospice online at:
www.accord.org.uk

Stories are written in honour of the
patients of Accord, and in memory
of Mrs. Helen MacDonald.

DAY 80

STORY #80

Life Between the Lines

In was a quiet night in Booring Vale. Suddenly, the skies lit up, as a tiny light shot downward---it was fist-sized meteorite. It smashed trough the roof of the library, glowed briefly, then all was dark again. Abruptly, at midnight, the books began tumbling off the shelves, and the characters came alive!

Lassie wandered into the C’s of the encyclopedia, and got lost in Cardiff. Tarzan swung into Charlotte’s Web and was stuck. Hamlet began flirting with Catherine Earnshaw, and Sherlock Holmes helped Allen Quartermain find Solomon’s mine. At dawn, all was back to normal…well, until midnight comes again.

Blogging for Accord Hospice: Story 79

2007-10-07T23:12:00.000-04:00

Recently, Scotland celebrated National Hospice Day--please show your support by sponsoring this blog with a small donation, by clicking "DONATE!" on the Justgiving widget to your left.
Accord's official website: www.accord.org.uk

DAY 79

STORY #79

Braeden the Brave

Out of the dusty field of battle, amid the crash of arms and the screams of mortal men, flew a lone figure. Braeden the Brave made a good accounting for himself that day, but his king was dead, as were most of his comrades--the cause of freedom lost. Wearily, he rode away through the blood-stained grass of the meadow.

Riding down a vale, he saw a cluster of the enemy--and their own king. Without hesitating, Braeden once again charged into battle--killing the enemy king and his retune. Single-handedly, the young warrior finally won freedom for his people.

Blogging for Accord Hospice: Story 78

2007-10-07T01:23:00.000-04:00

Accord Hospice website: www.accord.org.uk

All stories written in honour of the patients of Accord, and in memory of Mrs. Helen MacDonald, for her untiring work in helping to make Accord possible.

DAY 78

STORY #78

The Waiting Room

Mark sat, staring at the nondescript beige walls. He’d been sitting for an eternity, waiting--for what, he couldn’t remember , but somehow felt it was important, so he lingered, bored beyond endurance. Finally, he sprang up and pounded on the stainless steel door--which oddly, seemed warm to the touch.

A man in a black tux answered. “Yes?” He asked, in a snarky tone. “I am not waiting any more!” Mark shouted. “Go to Hell,” the man grumbled, opening the door wide--Mark stepped through, and suddenly found himself staring into the eyes of a great beast--Satan himself.

Blogging for Accord Hospice! Day 77

2007-10-05T22:47:00.000-04:00

SUPPORT SCOTLAND'S NATIONAL HOSPICE DAY, BY SPONSORING THIS BLOG!
Well, gentle readers, I'm back. I am just so happy that "Jack" and Charlie took the time to write such wonderful stories for Accord. And to those others who offered--thank you as well. Hopefully, this three-day break in my effort will be the only one. I am sorry for missing three days, but I decided that my health needed tending to, before I wound up in hospital again.

Anyway, thanks for sticking with me, and thank you for supporting Accord Hospice, in Paisley, Scotland. If you haven't already done so, you can visit the website, by going to:
www.accord.org.uk Don't forget to sign their guestbook--drop them a line and say hello. Accord's official charity registration number and address:
Charity No SC013682

ACCORD Hospice
Hawkhead Road
Paisley, Scotland (UK)
PA2 7BL
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DAY 77

STORY #77

DOCTOR WHO:

Dead-man's Hand

In the smoky, crowded saloon, the Doctor leaned back in his chair, tugging his ear thoughtfully. He was dressed in his brown suit, sporting a white Stetson hat. He’d taken Donna to see the “wild west,” but hadn’t reckoned on her being kidnapped by a ruthless outlaw.

Now, he was playing for her life--five-card stud, winner takes all. The Doctor took two cards--and gasped. Aces and eights--“dead-man’s hand,” what Bill Hickock was holding, when he was murdered in Deadwood. The Doctor placed his cards on the table--the outlaw frowned deeply… Donna walked away a free woman.

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