You will have to excuse my meandering mind again today. As I was laid face down on a surgeon’s table this morning, I couldn’t help but wish I was sat on the riverside bench that the boy and I had…
Grumpuss.
The monday musings of a crazy cat lady… Grumpuss. I was watching The Simpsons. He strolls into the room and plants a squidgy bundle of sellotape and wrapping paper on the bed. I look up, eyebrow cocked, and he nods towards…
Chocolate.
Today my parade is basking in sunlight and is entirely rainproof, as I can finally say hello to the new and improved, laurafeasey.com, fresh from the surgeons table, because even the virtual among us need a little facelift once…
Sharpen.
Happy new year to my lovely readers, I hope your last few weeks have been filled with a little indulgence of all kinds. In racking my brains this morning for a New Year’s post I ventured down this nostalgic path……
Orange Peel.
I am a writer of many syllables, and so today’s monosyllabic writing task for the Daily Prompt proved a rather tricky prospect for my frantic pen… She said that she should hide the tops of those legs, they were grim. She said…
Death Sentence.
Day 18 of photography101… “Edge” Death Sentence. Every now and again the glass would chime from the fluttering of limbs as he realised he was still incarcerated.
Death Sentence.
Day 18 of photography101… “Edge” Death Sentence. Every now and again the glass would chime from the fluttering of limbs as he realised he was still incarcerated.
Fortune.
Day 16 of Photography101… “Treasure”. Fortune. The gong chimed, a bellowing command came from above, and from all corners they scuttled up the stairs, past the boxed bugs and through the dinosaur bones, onto the streets of Oxford. He hadn’t…
Vice.
Photography 101 day 9…”warmth” Vice. Whispering tendrils tickled the lungs, making the most of their precious seconds before they were to be released back into the world.
Adolescent Male.
Photography 101 day 8… ‘The Natural World.’ Adolescent Male. With each tread of his hooves his branched horns swerved backwards, his mouth edged upwards, his lips parted and he let out a bellowing cry. He commanded attention from…
Pane.
Remembering childhood again thanks to The Daily Post… As I have been caught amidst a whirlwind of weddings and autumn colds I have decided to combine the last two assignments with this one vignette. The task was to describe a…
