TLT: Reach for the Light

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Photo prompt © Edwin Undrade via Unsplash

He’d spent too long reaching for the light – forever striving towards an unobtainable ideal. Anchored within the pitchy depths of perceived reality, nothing ever attained the perfection to which he aspired. But it was time for him to acknowledge: the light already burned within him, and it always had.


This post is for Sonya’s Three Line Tales challenge. This week’s prompt is by Edwin Undrade.

My internet is still being rather hit and miss, I’m afraid, so I’m still not spending as much time on the blog as I generally like to. I am, though, trying to make my way around everyone’s sites – which is a very slow process when pages take forever to load! If I haven’t visited you during the last week or two, please be patient. I will make it around to everyone eventually. 🙂

Unfortunately, I forgot to schedule this post while I was at work today, so I’m hoping I actually manage to get it up this evening…

TLT: Sweetheart

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Photo prompt © Roman Kraft via Unsplash

He’d seemed like such a sweetheart. He’d brought her flowers, held her hand, and kissed her with a passion that whispered ‘forever’ into her dreams. But then he was gone, leaving nothing but the scattered crumbs of her broken heart in his wake.


This post is for Sonya’s Three Line Tales challenge. This week’s photo prompt is by Roman Kraft via Unsplash.

My internet connection is still practically nonexistent, I’m afraid, so yet again this post has been scheduled while I’m on my lunch break at work. To everyone who has visited, liked, or commented over the past week, I’m not ignoring you, I’m just finding it very hard to return visits and reply to comments at the moment! I do appreciate every one of you. ❤

WPC: Solitary Watcher

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lonely gaze watches

abandoned to solitude

awaiting friendship


This post is for the WordPress Weekly Photo Challenge. This week’s prompt is solitude.

I photographed this jackdaw when we were in Cornwall last summer. It was sitting all on its own in a tree in the middle of Tintagel village. Jackdaws are very social creatures, seen more often in groups than on their own, so I thought of it as soon as I saw this week’s prompt.

My internet connection is still very hit and miss at the moment. The last several days I’ve been told it’s been great during the daytime while I’ve been at work. Unfortunately it’s been abysmal each evening after I’ve arrived home. Grr. It took ages to upload this picture, and I’ve had the message ‘saving of draft failed’ flashing up on my screen every few minutes while I’ve been putting together the rest of the post. I’m now just hoping that I manage to get an internet connection long enough to actually post it! I’ll respond to comments, and visit everyone’s blogs as soon as I can, but, as you can probably guess, commenting is very frustrating when you have to type the comment several dozen times before it sends.

TLT: Career Choices

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Photo prompt © Daniel Cheung

His life had been mapped out from the minute he’d been born. His parents had never listened when he’d expressed his preferences; they’d claimed to know what he needed in order to be successful. But he didn’t have to listen to them any more – his life was his own, and no one else’s.


This post is for Sonya’s Three Line Tales challenge. This week’s prompt is by Daniel Cheung via Unsplash.

The internet connection in the village is being temperamental again at the moment, so I’m not sure how many blogs I’ll be able to visit or comments I’ll be able to respond to over the next few days. There have been BT engineers out checking over things pretty much constantly since Thursday, but things don’t seem to have improved yet. Any connection we get seems to gone again a minute later. It’s very frustrating. I’ve scheduled this post while on my lunch break at work. It’s a little hurried, so I hope it’s okay.

FFfAW: Puddle Splashing

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Photo prompt Jessica Haines

Puddle Splashing

“What are you doing?”

Mikey pulled a face. What a daft question. “I’m splashing in puddles, of course.” He was tempted to add ‘silly girl’, but Mummy said he should be nice, even when he didn’t want to be.

“Why?”

“Because it’s fun.” He leapt towards the next puddle.

“Can I have a go?”

Sighing, Mikey looked the girl up and down. With her blonde ringlets, frilly white dress, and delicate slippers, she looked like a fairytale princess. “Not dressed like that, you can’t. Ain’t you got any wellies?”

“Wellies?”

He pointed at his own pair, perfect for puddle splashing. The girl shook her head. Mikey wrinkled his nose in thought.

“Well, you could borrow mine. For a while.” He glanced to where flashing lights and a gathering crowd marked the place of his accident. “Just don’t jump in any puddles on the road. A car might hit you. That’s what happened to me.”

“I won’t,” the girl said. “That’s what happened to me, too. Roads are even more horrid now than when I died.”

Word count: 175

To read the other entries, or to add your own, click the little blue frog.

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This post is for the 100th challenge for Priceless Joy’s Flash Fiction for the Aspiring Writers. Congratulations, PJ, on reaching 100 weeks of this wonderful challenge. This week’s prompt was provided by Jessica Haines. Thank you Jessica. 🙂

This story actually took me by surprise. I intended to write about a child (Mikey) meeting a ghost. I wasn’t expecting them both to be ghosts, but that’s the direction it decided to go. Sorry if it’s a little depressing…

Changing Seasons 2017: January

As the midwinter celebrations fade into memory, the new year settles into a haze of grey monotony – a progression of days shrouded in obscuring mist. But even amidst the gloom, an allure can be found if you open your eyes to the sight. Light will filter through even on the dullest of days.

(Remember to click on the galleries for better views of the photographs.)

Find your way to the natural places, and breathe deep of the chill air. Bathe in the peace to be found as you connect with the earth. The daylight might yet be thin, lacking the strength to which it will grow in the months to come, but it is strong enough to enliven your spirit as you walk across the meadow and beneath the trees.

Whilst no flowers yet bloom, and the trees remain starkly bare, there is still beauty to be found in the minutiae of the wild places. Beneath your feet toadstools continue to emerge, whilst moss, ivy and lichen add touches of greenery to a largely umber world. Droplets cling to leaves and branches, reflecting back at you a miniature world, bathed in light.

Amongst the branches a multitude of birds flit, darting from perch to perch in search of sustenance. Blue tits, long tailed tits and blackbirds can all be spotted, adding life an movement to the wintry tableau.

A final sight to lift your spirits can be seen as January draws to an end. The first hints of Spring’s revival can be found amidst the remnants of the old year – fresh green leaves reaching towards the sky. Soon new life will arrive.

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This post is for Cardinal Guzman’s Changing Seasons 2017. As usual, I have far more than the 5-20 pictures we’re asked to share – though this is barely a quarter of those I could have included. Sorry, Cardinal. o_O I’d say that I’ll try to stick to the limit better next month, but I know just how low the likelihood of that is!

As I began last year’s challenge in February, this post actually brings me full circle. I had thought about photographing a different place this year – but the meadow, wooded area and stream is where I always want to visit when I head out of the house with my camera. And there’s always something different to be seen…

If you’d like to take a look at some of the previous posts for this challenge, I’ve now added a Changing Seasons category to the menu at the top of the page to make them easier to find.

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