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  • Up.

    Today’s poetry 201 challenge has helpfully allowed my writer’s brain to head home, in creating some prose poetry. The subject is ‘fingers’ and the challenge was to include some assonance in the piece… Up.   Her blood boiled upwards as my ears rang with her rage. The words abandoned their sensical path, instead bulging the brain as indecipherable mush. […]

  • The Hemingway Day.
  • Crack.

    Thank goodness for that little moment on a Friday afternoon when you realise there are two days of bliss ahead. Here’s a few seconds of literary escapism in celebration… The Hemingway Day. Crack. The cracks echoed, fracturing. He froze.   Thank you to The Daily Post for the photo prompt

  • The Hemingway Day.
  • He's Alive.

    It’s a very merry Christmas from me and my festive happy house guest, and the last of this year’s The Hemingway Day flash fiction… He’s alive.     Their bodies recoiled, their eyes bulging.   Thanks to the Daily Post for the photo prompt “yellow”, which in my view, is just gold with less regal dripping.

  • Fiction.
  • Pig.

      Today I was given the task of rewriting a set story from the perspective of a 12 year old sat across the street. So again I am curtailing my lengthy words and sentences for something simpler…. Pig. I thought it was strange that she wasn’t crying. Those pigs turned up at her door with […]

  • This is Your Life
  • Time.

    There is something about calling yourself a writer… The first time the description ever passed my lips it sounded like a fanciful pipe dream, especially when my scribbled words had yet to sit somewhere that could validate my claiming of such a job title. But through my letterbox today appeared a sublime magazine that I […]

  • This is Your Life
  • Aurora.

    On day four of this course I penned a tale of loss, which was the first instalment in a series of posts. In today’s second part, I have scribbled a tale of something found…   Aurora. The stinging winced across Laura’s ankle every time she made contact with the concrete. The sapphire velvet chafed incessantly […]

  • This is Your Life
  • 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 favourite meal from childhood, and a childhood home. So here is fruit pastilles and a […]

  • Fiction.
  • Red.

    Today’s task is one of perspectives… “A man and a woman walk through the park together, holding hands. They pass an old woman sitting on a bench. The old woman is knitting a small, red sweater. The man begins to cry. Write this scene from three different points of view.” I’ve answered this with three separate […]

  • Fiction.
  • China.

    With my typically excessive descriptions, today’s task, to banish all adverbs from the piece, was to prove a bit of a challenge. Hopefully none have sneaked their way in…   China. Whispers of steam pirouetted through the air and headed skywards. The cafe had the most eccentric taste in china. The bodybuilder had a thick […]