Monthly Archives: February 2013

A Short, Inspirational Trip


Busy day writing, reading, working & packing! Excited but also unbelievable feeling. Definitely going to struggle to sleep!

Thriving on nervous energy,
Sleepy eyes,
Force themselves to stay open,
Pinned to virtual matchsticks.

A momentary shift,
Brain activity
Undetected as I fade out
On a daydream.

My mind is always
Taking flight.
Now it’s my turn!

Friday Fictioneers – A Soul Saved


Friday Fiction

©-David Stewart

My flash fiction started life as a poem – I have posted that too. Love to hear thoughts on both.

” I didn’t get a chance to say goodbye.” Jevon wept, “She just jumped, there was never a chance to…..” save her he thought to himself , words he couldn’t bring himself to say anymore. Days spent as a ghost, mourning her, places he couldn’t go, pictures it was too painful to see. Deeply guilty that she could not confide in him, he was always too busy, occupied. Sarah needed his strength, he forgot that all too quickly after the engagement.

The image of her coat, flapping desperately against her fragile body, never left his mind. If only he had closed his eyes.


The original freewrite poem.


He reaches out to grab her hand,

she is falling –

falling from the ground that once held her

the rooftop paradise.


She falls through the dark skies

her coat flowing upwards like

angel’s wings.


He falls to the ground

Clings to the edge of the roof

Too late…

To catch her soul.



She didn’t turn

as he ran across the rooftop.

Scrunched her eyes up

and edged closer.


Tears drowned her eyes

Salt turned her blind,

He calls something

That she doesn’t understand.







Was her own inhalation


she took her final step.


Friday Fictioneers is a challenge you can participate in too – click this week’s photo it is linked to the host blog rochellewisofffields.

Have a go and please leave me your thoughts on my effort to complete the 100 word Story Challenge.

A stream of consciousness and a diary snapshot of the missing-from-the-Blog-week!


A stream of consciousness and a diary snapshot of the missing-from-the-Blog-week!

 Day 1 Monday

This week is extremely busy, in addition to work and writing, I need to

pack for a trip, sort travel documents and final things to do before you go list. Detail complicated paperwork & research products and services all dependent on final decisions before the weekend,

buy the perfect birthday card & a Get Well card for a good friend, who is suffering in hospital at the moment,

Purchase a valentine gift that is not chocolate, anything fluffy or tacky or likely to gather dust for the next 12 months!

Celebrate birthdays,

Enjoy Valentines,

Attend appointments


Oh, and SLEEP! …. Oh and I forgot Pancake Day! Shrove Tuesday.

I share this list with you to mainly make sure I do it! I have printed off a calendar week to view page today to schedule in the writing projects around this stuff.

 Day 2 of non-Blog access Tuesday

Today was a BIG day at work for the team. Some of you will have careers where success is measured by a third party and have the kind of jobs where there is always more work to do, endless and infinite possibilities and a scale of finding it hard to believe in your ability to achieve all the points you need in order to be deemed successful. I feel guilty because I am currently working in a diminished role and am not part of the evaluation process as much as I should be, I am trying to support others as best I can and I still feel the strain. The downside of being in my current position is if we are successful they have worked so hard on projects for 12months and will be rewarded and want to celebrate and I will feel like Norman-No-Mates as I have failed to make impact and have missed a large section of the journey.

I was so tired this morning that I was unable to produce any writing before going to work. I was a bag of nerves too and couldn’t get my mind away from the focus on the workday; it feels like I have worked a week already. I read instead, at least this made me feel productive!

This evening I researched writing opportunities and am about to sit down and make a start before dinner. For the 2nd year running I am not having PANCAKES, I used to host an annual Shrove Tuesday Party which involved a quiz and lots of different fillings and toppings and pancakes, for the past 2 yrs I have been home alone and I don’t want to make the batter for more than 1 or 2 pancakes… next year will be different Shrove Tuesday evening will be marked with pancakes or maybe even a party!

I am feeling the polar opposite about my writing, which is a good thing. At the weekend I was really switched off and fed up of it. Now I am rejuvenated and filled with excitement at the prospect of completing my February Writing List. I also found out about another opportunity, it is a competition of sorts, leading to an agent, who knows how many 100’s of 1000’s of entries they will receive, you have to be in it to win it though (so say the National Lottery) I have spent 1 ½ hrs this evening writing, drafting and editing a new Flash fiction, it is only my 2nd attempt at this popular genre. (My 1st attempt is posted here)

I have also spent another 30 mins writing 300 words, just 10% of what I need to achieve by the end of February on my new idea, I have reached a point where I think spinning these plates is too much and I should keep my finger in just one pie…. But variety is the spice of life and I can manage to write in this way, I get satisfaction from opening the February file and seeing lots of documents. Also it helps the universe work with me, last night I drafted the flash fiction, I changed the name of the central characters three times until they sat right, it is amazing how different your writing becomes just by changing a name! Two of the ‘rejected’ names became the names of the two lead characters in my new novel. (Amazing!)

It’s funny that I choose to write this way because I struggle to read more than one book at a time. I used to have to at College. Now, I like to savour each book one at a time now! Speaking of reading I am only on my 2nd book of the month because I chose a turgid non-fiction text that I am getting lots from but have to take time to absorb it. Plus I’m so tired I am falling asleep typing let alone reading!

 As far as the checklist this thread started with I have ticked just one thing off… the valentine present. (Purchased last night!)

 Day 3 – Wednesday 13th

My partner’s birthday! Happy Birthday Mr G.! I woke up before the alarm, checked in online briefly, grabbed a coffee and sat down to continue writing another 10% on the newest project! (300 wds)

I took a trip into town and ticked off more of the checklist!

Off to work now for the 2nd day of analysis and assessment, lump throat, mind – worry.

 Tonight I will be off the laptop and in the real world celebrating with Mr. G and tomorrow I have appointments as well as work and then of course Valentine fun! So Day 4 won’t exist in here!

 Day 4 – The day of love, work & appointments!

 Fabulous Valentine morning – special heart chocolate cakes and Hot Chocolate for Breakfast in Mr. G’s office! Then 2 appointments and work. Assessments finally over – nice to work in a more relaxed environment. Have just made 1st submission of the month and 3rd of the year.

Now off to exchange V Day gifts with Mr. G and smile lots!


Day 5 Friday – hoping-to-post-on-the-Blog-day!!! ( I made it a day early! ^ )

 Pack for a trip, sort travel documents and final things to do before you go list. Detail complicated paperwork & research products and services all dependent on final decisions before the weekend,

buy the perfect birthday card & a Get Well card for a good friend, who is suffering in hospital at the moment,

Purchase a valentine gift that is not chocolate, anything fluffy or tacky or likely to gather dust for the next 12 months!

Celebrate birthdays,

Enjoy Valentines,

Attend appointments


Oh, and SLEEP! …. Oh and I forgot Pancake Day! Shrove Tuesday.

First Submission of the Month – 3rd of the Year!


3rd time Lucky… still don’t know about the January submissions it is not too late to hold out hope of hearing something from them just yet.

I have just entered a Flash Fiction competition (it is only my 2nd attempt at flash fiction) if it makes the shortlist I will be both delighted and amazed!

I have had another busy day will leave details in the next post!

H A P P Y    V A L E N T I N E!



I have been offline writing, I now have a new submission ready to send! It is also Mr. G’s* birthday!

I hope to update the blog with a few posts before the weekend – this has been a mad (busy) week.

Please take part in our 1st writing challenge – you have a couple of weeks left.


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H A P P Y    B I R T H D A Y    M R. G!

* My partner

Friday Fictioneers Flash Fiction – You are Part of Me



/copyright-Claire Fuller

Copyright-Claire Fuller

I discovered rochellewisofffields blog yesterday and wrote my 100 word story this morning, then I realised the new challenge had been posted, I wanted to post this anyway even though I missed the deadline!



Elise wanted to leave her husband something special, show him what their love meant. What could she say to a man who had walked his whole life beside her? What would possibly fill the void where her love once lay?

 With shaky hands she took the card and wrote, ‘You were always there, part of me, I am with you still, now and forever.’

She carefully wrapped up the garden sculpture she had created to make Philip smile, tucked the card into the ribbon and lay down on their bed. Waiting for him to come and hold her.



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I had a really great time yesterday Blogging and researching online, I am dropping off one quick story post and then I am offline for at least 24hrs. I need to write, and stop writing about writing! I have enjoyed the challenges and it has been a good work out for my brain, (I probably managed a 5000 word count with all the free writing and blogging) I have reached the point where I can now return to my work (writing) – I have also got a busy schedule  today, staying offline will give me time to get my paperwork done for tomorrow.

Besides I was excited to see 6 comments this morning and when I ventured to the dashboard, I discovered it was SPAM! I hope some of you can find a little time to splash in the water of the Fountain. I have posted a writing challenge open for any genre, go and have some writing time!

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Have a good writing week!

Picture It & Write – Blind Date


pictureitandwrite2copy-12 Click here to link back to Ermiliablog & have a go at this writing challenge yourselves!

Zoe picked up the small card that had been pushed through the letterbox, she turned it over and squinted in the gloomy light. ‘Singles Speed Dating’ she could make that out as it was ten times bigger than the font used for the rest of the invite. Zoe made her way to the kitchen to put the kettle on and read the rest of the card. It was on Friday, Emma had said she wanted to do something over the weekend, would this do? She checked the time on the oven clock, 10:16, she’d be working. Zoe fished around in her handbag for her mobile, then slung it over the back of the kitchen chair. She text Emma as she made her first cup of the day.

Emma text her back later confirming Friday, it was silly but Zoe felt a bit of a flutter, then she exhaled and thought about Friday. The venue may well be The Hilton, the locals would be the people to attend surely. They are the same whether you stick them into a posh establishment or not, in fact two minutes would be far too long with some of them.

Zoe spent several days wondering what she would say, how could she explain her existence and needs to random strangers in under two minutes, it took her longer to drink a Gin & Tonic! She called her mother and some of her close friends, she wanted a male prospective on the whole mission and called her brother, it took him a while to stop laughing and when he realised she was serious he imparted some helpful tips.

Then came the real test, not the event itself but the wardrobe. Zoe looked down at herself and for the first time in months was happy she hadn’t managed to shift the Holiday weight, it meant at least half her clothes wouldn’t even make it to the flung on the bed pile. Recalling help from her phone Samaritans she muttered the mantra ‘not too short, don’t show too much cleavage, not desperately seeking sequins’… Zoe shortlisted four dresses and pulled the hangers out. ‘I hope people will dress up and I won’t be the only person not in jeans’ she thought to herself. She grabbed the phone and called Emma to make sure she wasn’t wearing any leisure items. Emma convinced Zoe that at these events everyone dresses as if they are there for a New Year Party on the QE2 and besides, it was The Hilton.

The taxi had only just dropped her off and already Zoe felt sick, she clung onto Emma as they ordered their first complimentary drinks at the bar, she had already had half a bottle of wine getting ready. Her head was spinning, she ordered champagne anyway, well it was free!

The night got off to a swift start and every now and then Zoe glanced across at Emma, who seemed to be having a great time. Zoe wasn’t really committed, she didn’t like the look of any of the Speed dates and had found it difficult not to drift off into her fantasy land within the two minutes.

Zoe forced such a level of concentration, pretending she was into them, nodding and making sounds, responding to friendly questions, fooling the men into thinking she was interested. She even pinched the top of her leg to stay present in the moment. She worked so hard at being the perfect speed date, she never noticed the way the Italian Bar Manager was looking at her.

How he wished for just two minutes to change her life forever, if only she hadn’t started drinking the water served on each of the Speed Date tables.

A Writers Fountain Monthly Writing Challenge – My Valentine


‘It’s okay for couples,’ Sophie thought, ‘it’s just an excuse to be soppy, declare undying love and have a date night.’ She had noticed a growing trend in SINGLES events booked on the 14th, she couldn’t think of anything worse! No, she’d rather stay in, wear comfy pyjamas and eat tubs of ice-cream, that would make her a total cliché though, she was far more likely to arrive home from work, exhausted. Strip off her clothes, grab something quick to eat, watch some telly and then clamber into bed and sleep it all off. That’s how she had greeted some New Years in, so why should mid-February be any different?

It wasn’t that she hadn’t experienced the most wonderful valentine dates herself, or that she was growing particularly bitter the closer to 40 she grew, it was a problem with envy, pure and simple. She couldn’t stand shopping on weekends, all those couples dragging each other around, faces constricted with misery, yelling at each other, at the best grunting and rolling eyes. How lucky they were to have each other, it made her cringe. No, Sophie’s New Year resolution was to shop online. She only left the house to go to work and to her Salsa Classes every Tuesday. It wasn’t that she had no friends, she was between chapters that was all. Most of her friends had children in tow, husbands, second husbands, many of her girlfriends were no longer single and most people she knew had local family too. The bars and clubs that she frequented in her thirties no longer appealed, she had a belief that anyone she met now would have something wrong with them, which was funny because she was perfectly fine and yet still single. Dating was going to start online this year too.

Thursday the 14th rolled around as it was inevitably bound to, glad that it was at least a workday, Sophie dressed in her grey trouser suit and left her curly, auburn hair down to hide the earplugs she planned to wear all day. What a pity she couldn’t wear a blindfold for the day as well, she’d just have to keep her head down in work and try to ignore the giggles and lust-fuelled gasps as more rose bouquets arrived. Taking the last preparation to survive the day Sophie swallowed two small pink headache pills, ‘I’m surprised they haven’t started selling those in heart shapes and charged twice as much for the packet!’ She thought as she took one last look at her reflection on her way out the door.

Her day at the office was as painful as spending the day having an all over body tattoo, of course no-one in their right mind would undergo such a thing all in one appointment! She hurried home in the dark and drizzly rain, glad that she didn’t have to come out again tonight. Smugly smiling at some of the couples who were already out for the sake of the babysitter with school the next day. Women huddled under  umbrellas, providing them a poor barrier against the rain. Sophie ran through the streets, not having to worry about her hair turning frizzy.

Her answer machine was flashing, a message from her hairdresser. In a half conscious state Sophie stripped off and wrapped her fluffy red dressing gown around her, the irony of dressing for the occasion did not pass her by. She warmed up some two-minute rice and chopped up some mushrooms and herbs to go with it. Flicking through the TV channels she decided on a DVD, something completely unromantic, she chose one of Darren’s action films that he’d left behind. She switched the laptop on and went to pour herself a large glass of Pinot.

‘Ding’ her inbox announced, ‘Ooohhhh special delivery’ Sophie thought, it was bound to be work. They didn’t believe she was entitled to a life outside the office. She sat down and to her delight found it was from her friend Justine. Last year she had booked a ski-ing trip to avoid Valentines, she had booked it before Darren came on the scene, typical. Her eyes greedily consumed Justine’s words, she felt her stomach flip over on itself. She re-read the email over and over, elongating the time, avoiding opening the attachment.

There, she clicked on the paperclip icon, accepted the upload, Justine’s smiling face appeared next to the head and shoulders of her gorgeous new partner. She knew it, the title of the attached document had given it all away, so why was there still a lump in her throat preventing her from breathing! ‘Robert and I enjoying the Alps x’ … ‘Robert and I’…. Sophie thought, ‘if only I could have been soppy, honest and brave last year. That should have been me!’

Crying into a tissue, the image of Justine and Robert grew blurry, she hated February the 14th not because of couples, or envy, not because Darren had discovered her secret and done a moonlight flit, not because her parents had all but disowned her, not because she was still stuck in a tiny bed sit at the age of 39. She hated it because it was a concrete reminder that she had let love slip through her fingers, too scared to dress up and speak the truth. She had gone to bed early with her earplugs and blocked out the sounds of the other chalets and the Apres ski of the village. Left Justine alone, with Robert… ‘He should have been mine’ Sophie whispered out loud as she shut the computer down.

Curled up in bed Sophie was asleep within a few minutes, alone with her dreams and hopes. The moonlight shone through the tiny gap in the cream curtains, the silver frame glistened and there in the dark, unseen by anybody other than Sophie, a black and white photograph taken in 2010 of her father and his business partner, Robert.

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