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Old Smokey 100WCGU Week #174

Posted on 10th November 2015 in #writingworkshop/ 100WCGU
Old Smokey

Old Smokey

Sheila had wept when she saw the damage. However innocently done, the heating engineers had killed her beloved smokebush.

David had planted Old Smokey when they first bought the house back in 1987 but now both he and the plant were gone.

This had been August last year yet still she mourned the loss of the plant, and her husband, each day as she walked past.

Unbeknown to Sheila, today, as the front door closed, an unseasonably warm breeze caused a flutter that gently rifled the leaves of a tiny smokebush sprouting from the ground.

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Thank you for reading my entry in this week’s 100WCGU – the theme was the photograph that I have named Old Smokey.

To read other entries or to enter yourself, please visit Julia’s blog here.

Toby – 100WCGU – Week173

Posted on 2nd November 2015 in #writingworkshop/ 100WCGU/ Crime Fiction/ writing workshop

Toby paused, the agony of loss felt physical, he’d known it was coming but it still hit him like a punch to the heart.

The knowing, the expecting, the anticipating didn’t make it easier; the pain was just as raw and overwhelming as if it had been out of the blue.

He’d loved her. There was no denying it, she was the woman of his dreams and as the flames leapt skyward he knew his heart was breaking.

‘It’s done.’ He spoke the words curtly and ended the call. Turning his back on the burning car he walked away feeling his heart harden with every step.

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This week’s prompt for the #100WCGU was:

Weather wise, it feels very strange here in the UK. It is now November but extremely mild. However, we have lots of fog around which makes for great atmosphere for the recent Halloween celebrations and this week, for Bonfire night. Let’s hope the temperature does not drop for November 5th. The prompt has to be around this theme, doesn’t it?!

It is: …as the flames leapt skyward..

If this is your first time here do check out ‘What is 100WCGU?’ for details of how to enter.

 

Toby – 100WCGU – Week173

Russian Roulette #100WCGU #week172

Posted on 29th October 2015 in #writingworkshop/ 100WCGU/ Crime Fiction

Simon felt the familiar thrill of anticipation as the man the by door caught his eye. Skilfully keeping up the pretence of flirtatious banter he finished off the cocktails with a flourish and handed them over. ‘There you go, girls.’ He said with a well practised wink that generated a ripple of giggles.

Little did they know that their chosen drinks, the Howling Dog, the Moon and the Creaking Boards made for quite the game of Russian Roulette as one of them contained Rohypnol.

Shortly after, the girls waved their goodbyes and headed out into the night; the man by the door followed close behind. The chase had begun.

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The above is my entry into this week’s one hundred word challenge for grown ups hosted by the lovely Julia Skinner @JfB57 – the prompt for this week was …the howling dog, the moon and the creaking boards… To see other entries or to find out more and have a go for yourself, click here.

A Macabre Bake Sale #100wcgu #week168

Posted on 29th September 2015 in 100WCGU/ comedy/ fire/ writing workshop

100wcgu week168The bake sale had gone well and had shifted the bulk of it in a variety of tasty pies, soups and a red hot chilli. It had been a little hard to just give it away so eventually he had to accept payments; just enough to allay suspicion. There would be a certain irony to be enjoyed from donating the proceeds to charity.

The final parts had resisted quick lime, bleach and a rigorous slicing from the electric kitchen knife but were now finally burning gloriously in the Inglenook fireplace. No one will ever know, he thought with a smug smile.

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This was my entry into week 168 of the #100WCGU – to see other (lets face it, more pleasant,) entries or to enter for yourself please click here.

But What Will I Write? #100WCGU #Week160

Posted on 5th August 2015 in #writingworkshop/ 100WCGU/ writing workshop

Earlier in bed, a thousand beautifully arranged words had flowed freely from his mind. Perfect words, that made people cry and then quote afterwards to their friends.

In the shower after work, yet more marvellous words seemed to have added themselves, effortlessly.

Yet now, sat in front of the computer, there was nothing. The well was dry. The creative corners of his mind empty except for metaphoric tumble weed.

“Harry have you done your speech yet?” The shrill voice of his fiance cut through him like a blade.

“But what will I write…?” He replied, picturing her frown of response.

This is my entry into this week’s 100 word challenge for grown ups. To enter yourself or view the other entires, please take a look here.

Encompassing Darkness #100WCGU Week 156

Posted on 22nd June 2015 in #writingworkshop/ 100WCGU

https://jfb57.wordpress.com/2015/06/22/100-word-challenge-for-grown-ups-week156-2/

In front of them, the sky was dark and brooding and the old shack stood cold and alone. Her voice was quiet, barely audible in the eerie silence that filled the room. ‘It scares me,’ she whispered ‘the all encompassing darkness is closing in, I can feel panic rising in my chest.’

‘Try focussing on the light underneath, the brightness of a new dawn – a new future.’ He pointed at the brighter patch of sky before laughing and moving on to the next picture, deftly swiping a full champagne flute off of a passing waiter and without a backward glance.

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This is my entry into week 156 of the 100 word challenge for grown ups – to see more or to enter for yourself, click here.

Be Careful What You Wish For #100WCGU week 154

Posted on 1st June 2015 in 100WCGU

Attempting to distract herself she felt the wall for the 62 scratches she’d made to mark off  her best estimate of the days. She’d set her clock by the arrival of her daily meal – with no real idea of whether it came regularly.

Her clothes were baggy now, all those times she’d wished to be thin, this wasn’t quite what she’d had in mind.

Counting helped but didn’t block out the pain as he applied ever more pressure to her throat. He seemed disappointed that she didn’t struggle but her fight was all gone. Please, she thought, please let me sleep.

 

This gruesome little post is my entry into week 154 of the 100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups – click on the image to see the other entries or to enter for yourself. 

But My Poor Old Feet #100WCGU – week 153

Posted on 25th May 2015 in 100WCGU

#100WCGUWearily he answered the phone hoping it wasn’t another job.

‘Sixteen people across town, Cyril.’ Came the gruff order from his boss, no please, thank you or if you can. Just an order barked out with the expectation that it would be fulfilled.

He went to the pick-up point, collected his passengers and skilfully transported them; navigating muddy roads, leafy twig-ridden forest paths and slippery moss-covered stones.

Once back home again Cyril the centipede eased himself into comfy position, undid 100 sets of laces and began to nod off when suddenly the phone rang… ‘but my poor old feet…’ he cried.footprints

 

 

B is for… Beauty

Posted on 11th November 2010 in beauty/ children/ crescent moon/ friendship/ kittens/ the moon/ writing workshop

I see beauty everywhere, especially at the moment. I see it in leaves, in puddles, in clouds and starry nights. The crescent moon last night made me literally stop my car and try to take a photograph – it was breath taking and awe inspiring. Needless to say the photo didn’t come out right, but I saw it and I remember it and it made me think ‘wow’.

I see it in people – blatantly, obviously, some people are just beautiful to look at. I pass the sixth form students on my way to work and some of them are really quite beautiful, and so young and full of promise, hopes, dreams and life. In other people, their faces may show the ravages of time or stress but their eyes sparkle and the beauty shines through. In others still it is the depths of their personality and the kindness of their soul that reaches out and draws you in. I have one friend who just being near her makes me feel warm and calm – I don’t see her enough as it happens, note to self.

I see it in animals – ok, mainly kittens 😉  Actually that’s not true, although I do adore kittens, I see true beauty mainly in wild animals. That moment in the woods or while driving along when you catch a glimpse of a deer – it’s amazing whatever your age. I think that’s something my children and I love about Centre Parcs – those glimpses of animals which you don’t normally get to see up close. We leave piles of food out for them and then wait. Ok so it backfired a tad with the swan who decided he really, really preferred living INSIDE our chalet but we live and learn…

I hear it in song lyrics, sometimes songs feel like they were written just for me.

I see it in my children – every day. I see the perfect beauty of their faces. I hear it when they laugh. I feel it when they need me. I see the wonderful people that they will become and it fair near breaks my heart because I love them so much.

I see it in memories – magical moments held forever in suspended perfection.

I see it in kindness – some people have patience and kindness that knows no bounds and it’s beautiful.

I see it in films – I love how they can stir up such immense emotions. Be it abject terror, lust, love or even anger, it’s magical.

I see it in the written word. Some people have such a gift for writing, some people truly speak to my very soul and I love it, can’t get enough of it, will never tire of it.

I see it in YOU.


If you want to enter the writing workshop the prompts are as follows:

1. Catch 22 (by Joseph Heller)
– Are you feeling stuck with no discernible way out of something?

2. Coming Up For Air (by George Orwell)
– Write about a time you found peace after a difficult time. Or, alternatively, write about breathing spaces. What helps you re-charge?

3. On Beauty (by Zadie Smith)
– Tell us about finding beauty somewhere unexpected. Or about what beauty means to you.

4. Past Secret (by Cathy Kelly)
– Do you have a secret from your past you are brave enough to share?

5. The Book of Lost Things (by Joseph Connolly)
– Write about something you have lost: emotionally, physically, or metaphorically.

She’s Perfect

Posted on 29th September 2010 in friend/ nobody knows/ Pink/ writing workshop

This post is dedicated to a special lady because right now I know that she is hurting.

I chose prompt 5 ‘imperfection’ from Josie’s writing workshop. I may have turned it on it’s head a little and made it into Perfect but hopefully you’ll forgive me.

Seems to be my week for dedicating Pink songs to people, this one is for you special lady, woman, girl – I won’t name you publicly. I don’t want you to lose your inner voice because it talks sense and sometimes nonsense but both are AWESOME. It may be naff and cliched but it’s the hard stuff in life that makes us who we are, you will get through this and you will be even more fab when you come out the otherside. In the meantime, happy to hold your hand :)

Oh, and, you’re great and do you know what – you WILL change the world.

Nobody knows, nobody knows but me
That I sometimes cry, if I could pretend that I’m asleep
When my tears start to fall
I peek out from behind these walls
I think nobody knows, nobody knows, no

Nobody likes, nobody likes to lose their inner voice
The one I used to hear before my life made a choice
But I think nobody knows, no no
Nobody knows, no

Baby, oh the secret’s safe with me
There’s nowhere else in the world that I could ever be
And baby don’t it feel like I’m all alone
Who’s gonna be there after the last angel has flown?

And I’ve lost my way back home
I think nobody knows, no
I said nobody knows
Nobody cares

It’s win or lose, not how you play the game
And the road to darkness has a way
Of always knowing my name
But I think nobody knows, no no
Nobody knows, no no no no

Baby, oh the secret’s safe with me
There’s nowhere else in the world that I could ever be
And baby don’t it feel like I’m all alone
Who’s gonna be there after the last angel has flown?

And I’ve lost my way back home
And oh, no no no no
Nobody knows
No no no no no no

Tomorrow I’ll be there my friend
I’ll wake up and start all over again
When everybody else is gone
No no no

Nobody knows
Nobody knows the rhythm of my heart
The way I do when I’m lying in the dark
And the world is asleep

I think nobody knows
Nobody knows
Nobody knows but me

And now, because we need a little lift to bring the mood back up – a little tongue in cheek Pink song.

Please be aware – it’s a bit sweary, so not while the littlies are listening. Doubt there’s a person on earth who can’t relate to this one!

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