FFfAW: Time to Leave

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Photo prompt – The Storyteller’s Abode

Time to Leave

The boats were full, despite the lateness of the day.

Ingrid paused, her foot poised on the gangplank as she looked back at the town. Her throat tightened as tears threatened to fall. How could she leave? The place was central to all of her memories: she’d married Jimmy in the church on the market place; borne her children in the local hospital. She’d walked those streets with steps both weighted with sorrow and made light with joy. Even the thought of leaving chilled her.

“I’m afraid it’s time, dearest,” Jimmy said.

Unfortunately, she didn’t have any choice. The town that had been so bright with life would soon be darkened by death. These would be the final boats to leave. On board, men and women clung to each other, their fear and sorrow almost palpable. Despite the exodus having begun days earlier, many had hoped the situation would change. Now, with ash clouds obscuring the sun, all hope was gone.

Ingrid gripped her husband’s hand and stepped on board.

Word Count: 175

If you’d like to read the other entries, click the little blue frog.

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This post is for Priceless Joy’s Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers challenge. This week’s prompt was provided by me. The picture was taken in York a couple of years ago, when we visited for the Christmas market. It was an incredibly cold day, and we were amazed to see the boat trips still going on – though at least no one was sitting on the open-air top level.

As always seems to be the case when it’s my own prompt, I found it really hard to write a story this week! Luckily, I did manage to come up with something in the end. This was inspired by a programme about Pompeii I was watching.

I hope you like it.

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FFfAW: Time to Reconnect

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Photo Prompt – © The Storyteller’s Abode

Time to Reconnect

She hadn’t written to them in far too long.

Back in the early days, Felena had penned letters weekly, though each one had simply been added to the stack in her drawer. Eventually she’d forced herself to stop. She’d needed to move on.

It was now over a decade since anything had actually been delivered to the house.

Felena read through her words for a final time before sliding the page into the envelope, the familiar address setting memories dancing through her mind. She’d been so young back then. So wild. And carefree – until her mistakes had caught up with her.

That final missive to her parents had been tear stained and smudged as she’d explained the reason for her decision, her apologies profuse. She’d known her actions had brought them pain. Plus she’d left them with a heavy burden to bear.

But now it was time to reconnect. Her years within the temple, hiding behind concealing veils, were over. She needed to see her son.

Even if he had no idea who she was.

Word Count: 175

To read the other entries, click the little blue frog.

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This post is for Priceless Joy’s Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers challenge. This week’s prompt was provided by me.

The photograph was taken at Warwick Castle, and is of part of a display with waxwork figures showing people from around 1898. At this date a party was held that was attended by the Prince of Wales, Albert Edward (who later became King Edward VII), and a young Winston Churchill. The woman in the picture is, I think, Daisy Grenville, Countess of Warwick, a woman who had affairs with several powerful men of the time, including the prince.

Daisy had become the semi-official mistress of the prince after he became involved in a scandalous affair caused by a vicious letter that she’d sent to another lover, Lord Charles Beresford, on learning that his wife was pregnant. The letter was intercepted by the man’s wife, who, horrified, gave it to her solicitor for safekeeping. The prince tried to persuade her to give it back, but Lady Beresford said she would only return it if Daisy stayed away from London for the season. Daisy refused this, and the prince and Lord Beresford got into a fight over the situation. The whole quarrel only came to an end when the prime minister, Lord Salisbury, stepped in and helped an agreement to be reached.

If you’d like to know more about the scandalous life of Daisy Grenville, you can check out her wikipedia page here.

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Web of Light

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shadows retreat

as hope’s golden glow

illuminates

the pervasive web of negativity

and joy shines through


I was going to post this picture as yesterday’s Wordless Wednesday, but then the words came into my head and insisted on being included, so I thought I’d save it for today instead.

As most of you probably know by now, I’m currently in the middle of NaNoWriMo, writing 50,000 words of a YA steampunk fantasy novel/novella during the month of November. I’m hoping to publish this on Amazon some time next year, once it’s had a thorough editing, of course. As I still have last years NaNo novel sat on my computer, unedited, this might be a little optimistic…

But, positive thoughts – I will get it done! 😀

Because of Nano, though, my time on the blog at the moment is very limited. Today I’m hoping to hit at least 38,000 words (I’m currently at 37,141), which will place me only 2000 words behind the daily target of 40,00o. As I’m not a particularly fast writer I’m spending pretty much every spare moment tapping away at my laptop. I am very determined to hit that 50,000 mark by the end of November!

So, to everyone who has visited, liked or commented on posts recently, thank you very much. It’s greatly appreciated. I will try to get back to everybody as soon as possible.

Bye-de-byes.

And Happy Thanksgiving to anyone over in America. 🙂

TLT: Walls

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His memories crowded close: an impenetrable barrier denying access whilst holding him back from the world. But he was sick of being imprisoned by the past. Caed knew it was time to tear down the walls – from their rubble he could build a marvelous palace in which to celebrate a bright future.


This post in for Sonya’s Three Line Tales. This week’s prompt is by  Jace Grandinetti.

As with last week’s TLT, I’ve again written a snippit about one of the characters from my Nano novel,  meaning that the words can be included in my word count. Yay! With these fifty added to it, my current total is 26,567 words, meaning I’ve narrowed the gap between myself and the current par to only 5,100 words. I will catch up eventually!

As I’ve mentioned before, due to the amount of time I’m putting into NaNoWriMo, I’m spending far less time on the blog this month than I usually like to do. If I haven’t responded to your comment or visited your blog, thank you and sorry. I will try to visit you at some point soon. 🙂

Thanks for reading.

November Madness

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I’m not quite sure how I managed it but last night I hit the 50,000 target for NaNoWriMo.  Yay!

November has been an insane but wonderful month – I’ve spent pretty much every spare minute writing. Knowing that I have the bones of a novel down ‘on paper’ is such an incredible feeling . Unfortunately now I have to edit it! Currently I have lots of disjointed scenes, half of which haven’t even been placed into order. Most of them haven’t been read over since I wrote them.  Once I have read over and edited a few I’ll start to post a few excerpts…

I’d like to give a big shout out to Joy Pixley who’s been a great writing buddy, always there with support and encouragement. She hit her 50,000 words last week despite having had to take ten days out for a massive work project. I know that if that had happened to me I would never have been able to catch up. Just having my weekends eaten up by work was bad enough!

Thank you to everyone who’s dropped by to visit my Wordless Wednesday posts over the course of the month.  I’ll try to make it around everyone’s blogs now I have a little free time. Also, my apologies if you’ve left a comment that I haven’t responded to. All of the photographs I’ve posted were scheduled back in October so I’ve only really popped onto the blog to make sure they were up. I have a number of Christmas colouring pictures that I intend to work on and post over the next few weeks but hopefully I’ll soon be back to some sort of normal posting schedule.

Bye-de-byes. 🙂

Allergic to ‘E’ Challenge

I’ve been nominated to take part in the Allergic to ‘E’ Challenge by Prakash Hegard of It’s PH. Thank you very much for the nomination. I couldn’t resist taking part…

Here are the Rules:

1) Write a whole paragraph ( a paragraph sounds easy right?) without any word containing the letter “e” (still easy?)
2) By reading this you are already signed up.
3) Challenge at least five bloggers to do the challenge. They must do it within 24 hours or it is considered as failure.
4) If you fail or pass, suffer in the Page of Lame.
5) If you win, wallow in the Page of Fame.
6) Link to the Allergic to ‘E’ Challenge page.

Here’s my paragraph:

What an odd task: a paragraph without that curling symbol found so commonly in writing. I try, and try again, dismissing words as I go. This is a tricky task! So many words contain that dastardly swirl. My digits twitch, willing to input information, but caught within such limiting constraints, my thoughts fail to flow. Frustration grows; a roiling mass – no, no, no! Not that, or that… Aargh! Slowly, painstakingly words skulk into position until, finally, I’m through.

My nominees are:

Priceless Joy

Shivangi

Tastyniblets

Naturally Dreamy

Ad Dawg

I’ve also just discovered that this is my 200th post, so ‘yay!’ 🙂

Catch! – Mondays Finish the Story

This is my entry for this week’s flash fiction challenge from Mondays Finish The Story. This challenge gives you a picture and an opening sentence and asks you to finish the story within 100-150 words. The opening sentence is given in italics.

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Racing down into the atmosphere, the unidentified object crashed, leaving behind one heck of a huge crater and a plume of smoke that could be seen from miles around.

‘You idiot, Tinch,’ Mert whined. ‘What did you do that for?’
‘Me! It wasn’t my fault – you were supposed to catch it.’
‘And how exactly was I supposed to catch the flippin’ thing when you threw it like that?’
The scrape of claws on stone sounded behind them and the two giants looked at each other in alarm. Hesitantly they turned to face the mother dragon.
‘Where is my egg?’ Her voice was a sibilant hiss and smoke billowed ominously from her nostrils. Giants may be equal to dragons in size and strength but there are few things in existence that can withstand their flame.
‘It was his fault!’ Each pointed at the other.

Meanwhile, in the crater deep in the desert, a young dragon pushed his head through the cracks in his shell. He blinked at the sunlight touching him for the first time and gave a plaintive cry.

Word Count: 150

Tumbling

Aysgarth Falls

Aysgarth Falls, Yorkshire Dales, UK

Tumbling

Your pen is
poised,
mind teetering,
balancing precariously
upon the edge.
You release
your hold and
tumble,
like water over
the fall,
words burbling
in random
dissarray
from your mind,
through your pen,
to your page.

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Aysgarth Falls, Yorkshire dales, UK


For many years I have suffered from writer’s block. This blog and the poems and children’s stories that I am working on, are all helping me overcome it. When I was younger I wrote almost constantly. I never went anywhere without a notepad and pen and the words tumbled from my brain. For a time they stopped. They’re flowing again now – sometimes far too much!

A Ghost of Memory

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I’ll hold the faded
photograph,
etch her colours
bright and true,
as she walks through
half-forgotten memories.

I’ll hear her voice,
whispering through the mists –
the lessons she can teach
if I listen.
I must listen.

Tales of hardship and happiness.
Times of tears and laughter.

A song of resilience
carries upon a piano’s tune.
A vital clarity returns.

Her strength is not lost
as dark days draw near.
Her arms wrap around me,
her scent heavy upon the air.
I know I am safe,
protected.

With her memory renewed,
I do not stand alone.

The World Will Wait

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In amongst the minutiae,
the everyday,
the hither and thither
of life
rushing by –
there’s no time to talk,
no time to rest,
no time…

Stop.
Take a breath.

Tilt your face to the sun.
Feel the warmth on your skin.
The world will wait.

See the beauty of the
budding trees,
the blossom cascading in flurries
of pastel shades.
View the ever changing canvas
arching overhead,
painted with clouds in multihued swirls.

Close your eyes .
Breathe deep.

The scent of wild roses carries
on an insistent spring breeze;
a heady intoxicant
twining around your senses.

Listen
to nature’s music,
a multitude of harmonies,
as wind strummed trees
join in chorus
with the trills of songbirds.

All it takes is a moment.
So stop.
And take a breath.
The world will wait.