I began a short story line a couple of weeks back for the Snook imagination challenge series.
You can view that introduction Sir Kemstance intro

The first challenge to enter the story was Leprechaun.

Interesting fact about Leprechauns.
Way back when before there was a measure to be used to measure time. The first Leprechaun was born. An unlikelier pair to ever cross paths was never before.
In defiance of what should and will be. A meeting that never should have took place. Path's crossed, birds sang bee's buzzed and stars shone brighter than ever before.
And to the day of the full moon. The first Leprechaun was born to Cherie Antoinette Le Pre, a royal princess from France and Chaunor Mac Clover.
A bounty was placed on the princess's head, for her betrayal to the throne.
She fled to Ireland with Chaunnor and they both changed their names.
Conner and Le Pre became LePreChaunner. Later getting shortened to LepreChaun.
And there ye have it. The beginning of the Leprechaun bloodline.

The first chapter can be read here.

Snook Challenge 6.something.

You can view @snook post here.

Bit of a weird one this week. I think Snook is putting imaginations to the test with this one.
Twisting things up is always good. No one minds twisted anymore. Twisted is the new norm. The amount of twists out there now would put Chubby to shame.

This weeks prompt is "Not Be a Challenge". So do your best to make this one as easy peasy as you possibly can.

As with all of Snook's challenges. Everyone has their own take on what it means. I take this one to mean a thing not going to be challenge. Write about something that will not be.

It is really quite clever when you think about it. Because if you write what will not be and it doesn't happen. Then you were right.

Sir Kemstance. pt 2.

... So anyway. What the heck are you doin all the way out here in the middle of nothing?

Sir: Snook Challenge. Here to grab the Snook Challenge.

Cillian: Would'ye believe that. Now what are the odds on that?

Sir: Huh? Odds on? Are you here for the Challenge too?

Cillian: Here for it. I am it. It's Leprechauns you dimwit.

...

Cillian: What kind of a feckin eejit stands in the middle of a deserted road. That wasn't a question.

Cillian brushed off his pant's and began making his way along the deserted road.

Unsure what was going on. Sir watched as Cillian began his walk. He was a short fellow to begin with. but he seemed to be half the size with each step he took. Pointing he looked around, asking the echoes of emptiness to bare witness to the vanishing leprechaun.

Sir registered Leprechaun in his phone app for the Snook challenge. He would get high rankings for the first register.

He began his walk back down the deserted road himself. A two hour walk lay ahead of him. About 30 minutes along the stretched out tar mac, he began to sing as he walked, he had one song and one verse in his head.

This is a song from year back. A time when him and Charlotte Mancy, Chancie his pet name for her. his GF used to play it and plan an army of babies there were going to have.

Ba-da-da, ta-da-da-da-d.. he trailed off.
Ba-ya-ya, ba-ya-da-ya-da... He trailed off again.

It was close. but it was wrong. He thought to himself.

If I can get this right. This tune will be stuck inn everyone's had for days.

Ba-ya-ya, ba-da-da-da-da-da, ba-ya-ya
Ba-ya-ya, ba-da-da-da-da-da, ba-ya-ya

Yes that's it. I got it now he thought.
Ba-ya-ya, ba-da-da-da-da-da, ba-ya-ya
Ba-ya-ya, ba-da-da-da-da-da, ba-ya-ya
Ba-ya-ya, ba-da-da-da-da-da, ba-ya-ya
Ba-ya-ya, ba-da-da-da-da-da, ba-ya-ya

Have ye got it yet. Come on Sing along.

There used to be a greying tower alone on the sea
You became the light on the dark side of me
Love remained a drug that's the high and not the pill
But did you know that when it snows
My eyes become large and
The light that you shine can't be seen?
Baby, I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey
Ooh, the more I get of you, the stranger it feels, yeah
And now that your rose is in bloom
A light hits the gloom on the grey

Egoed up on his first place in the leprechaun challenge time. He sand this same lines over and over. His confidence towered above. His paced quickened as he walked and neared home once again. He was going to make Chancie feel alive tonight. He would stop off pick up a bottle of wine and some flowers for her.

Arriving home. Chancie could be heard in the kitchen. The army of 4 children, (before Chancie said, if we are having any more they are coming out your ass) played in the main front room. Jumping from chair to chair and pretending to get shot in mid air.

He made his way to the kitchen, placed the bottle of wine on the counter top and came up behind Chancie. wrapping his arms around her and giving her flowers.

She turned, looked him in the eye and said. Not tonight Josephine. Not on your nelly. And there it was. The Snook Challenge. Its Not Going To Be This Week

My flowers are blooming and your not sniffing them.

Ba-ya-ya, ba-da-da-da-da-da, ba-ya-ya
Ba-ya-ya, ba-da-da-da-da-da, ba-ya-ya
Ba-ya-ya, ba-da-da-da-da-da, ba-ya-ya
Ba-ya-ya, ba-da-da-da-da-da, ba-ya-ya