May 24, 2013
A - Z Challenge, Blog Challenges, Flash fiction
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As you will have noticed before I missed a couple of letter namely W, X and Y so here is the W post I had started the others will be caught up before the end of this month.
As we haven’t had any real writing as such on here for a couple of weeks I thought it was time for a quick Photo Flash Friday post even though the inspiration is a letter rather than a photo.
She brought the lid down on the suitcase and looked round taking in a final sweep of the room. Convinced she had all she would need she snapped the catches into place and let her eyes close for a moment as she composed herself for what she knew would be the hardest task.
Letting out a sigh she picked up the small case and went down the stairs, she marvelled that her life could be so easily packed away in such a small package, but then hadn’t she always known this time would come, accumulating material possessions had been pointless making the few she had all the more precious.
Dropping the case near the door she checked the living room, it resembled a show room in many ways, clinically clean and tidy, they had only lived here a few months hardly time to stamp an identity into the room. for a moment she debated leaving a note, an explanation of her absence but what could she say which had not already been said. She had told him this day would come from their first meeting, not that he had taken her seriously of course, who could, the idea that one day she would simply cease to exist in mortal form was not one to be easily believed. Instead she placed her key in the centre of the table and with closed eyes whispered a blessing to bring him peace in the years to come once the pain of her absence faded.
The miles passed quickly from her seat on the coach, she had changed route several times, knowing he would try to trace her, he would not accept she had walked away of her own free will. It was free will she had long ago consented to this chain of events, maybe if she had known how hard it would be to carry it through she would have stayed in the solitude of her predecessors as she awaited her turn rather than entering the mortal world and meeting him but it was too late now for those thoughts to carry any weight.
The last few miles were by necessity on foot, she was thankful now that she had so little to carry, the wilderness not accommodating to the casual walker out for a hike. With each step she felt the connection grow, energy passing from the ground through her boots into her flesh, she could bear the barrier between herself and the earth no longer and stopped to discard the hiking boots, she looked now again at the case she carried, why had she brought anything she did not need any of it. she placed it on the ground, the boots placed upon it, next the coat she was wearing was folded and placed on top of the pile. She looked at it and smiled, a shrine to her brief experience of the mortal world.
Feeling free now she had shed the layers of human clothing save for the thin flowing dress she skipped across the tufts of scrub as the wasteland began to change to woodland. The trees crowded together yet she slipped between them barely breaking her stride, knowing instinctively the path to take.
Finally she was there, they stood in a circle waiting for her.
Around the fire they danced, their movements mirroring the twists and flickers of the flames, the energy created crackling through the air. She stepped from the shadows and took her place inside the ring, eyes closed in ecstasy as she moved towards the centre, head thrown back and lips parted in a sigh she stepped into the flames.
The movement stopped as those who had been circling fell to their knees chanting, as she was engulfed in the flames. Peace and tranquillity reigned as the fire purified, then the heavens opened and the rain quenched the flames. Those watching looked at the dead tree stump which stood in the centre of the clearing where the fire had so recently burnt, and there nestled within the charred roots sprouted a tiny green shoot.
They clasped hands forming the circle, from death to rebirth, they danced and sang once more.
Hope you enjoyed it didn’t quite go where I thought it would when I began but thats the joy of writing we don’t always know the story until it is finished
May 23, 2013
Fact Vs Fiction
Trying out Rafflecopter for a giveaway please feel free to click and put your name in and share away assuming I can get this to work properly lol there is a link also on my facebook page for people to join in that way.
okay so the embedding did not work instead I have got a link now in the sidebar to the giveaway or visit my fb page thankyou xx
May 23, 2013
A - Z Challenge, Blog Challenges
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Time to squeeze in one of my missing three letters…
When I was little I was lucky that my grandparents lived on the Isle of Wight, now as I grew up I did get a little annoyed that my friends always went to different laces during school holidays whereas I always went there. But overall I have very fond memories of my visits including watching the Yachts as the raced around the island I remember being convinced that there would be a collision between yachts and the hovercraft as it crossed between Portsmouth and Ryde.
I never actually got to be there for Cowes Week and the actual round the Island Race but during the summer there were always plenty of yachts to see and races to watch though of course being stationed further along the coast you never saw who won.
The yachts always spoke to me not only of luxury but of freedom, the chance for adventure and a little bit of danger.
And sometimes that danger could get quite up close and personal
but always the call of the open sea appealed. I would love to board a boat and set sail to see the world but I also know that I would be terrible at the practical side but that does not stop the dreamer in me drifting on the tide.
May 22, 2013
Questioning the World
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Mother Nature can be a cruel mistress at times, while men argue over the actions of others and squabble over rules made by other men, she takes more direct action in her protests with tragic consequences. She screams at the way her skin has been scarred by our drills and diggers, the wounds inflicted deep into her soul, we have even desecrated the very air she gave us to breathe with pollution, one might even at times think she is vengeful as she claims her sacrifices.
But when the fires have been quenched and the dust settles, it will not just be mourning for the dead that takes place…
There will be stories of miracles and heroism, of those who reached out to give when they themselves had lost it all…
There will be the reaffirmation of life which can only be appreciated when death has walked in the shadows…
And for a brief time people will remember that the material possessions in this world can be replaced, and that all that really matters is the health and safety of those we love, wealth and comfort are nice to have but it is only when you lose everything you realise what has true value.
May 20, 2013
Book Reviews, Monday Musings
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First apologises for last weeks disappearance, for those of you on my personal Facebook you will know I was very poorly, I actually went down with Tonsillitis. Let me state I like many others thought that it was just a sore throat, however three days in bed proved to me how wrong I was, I lost my voice totally, could not swallow to eat or drink, had cold sweats and generally wanted someone to put me out of my misery or freeze me until a cure was found. The I discovered that sometime the cure is just as bad lol the anti-biotics I have been on took their own toll and though I still have a few days to get through am determined to get back on my feet.
The reason being today is little Monster’s birthday, we shall be busy this evening playing with his new Doctor Who toys, stuffing our faces with cake and having lots of cuddles.
Which leads me to a request I get to snuggle my boy on his birthday next month Fi and Joey will face the first of many hard times, Charlie’s birthday, it will be the first one where they cannot watch his face light up as he opens presents and blows out candles. Too many parents seem to be left to this fate, it now seems everyone knows someone or is related to someone taken by this terrible disease, but today I would ask if you could to take a minute and visit a new blog – she is on Blogspot at the minute but am singing WordPress praises to her – so if you could just pop by and say hello you will recognise her from my first inspirational Angels post you can read here
Her blog can be found by following this link here. Just stop by say hello and cheer her on. Right back to business which of course here is writing and books..
As this year marks the 50th Anniversary of Doctor Who there are lots of special events going on, one of which is this series of kindle releases.
Normally I would try to avoid spoilers however due to my feelings about this one that may not completely possible.
Each month a new story is launched written by a different author and featuring each of the Doctors in turn up to November and the current incarnation. The books are aimed at young adult audiences so I am not the target audience but as a huge Doctor Who fan I see no reason I shouldn’t have a little read.
Now these are more Novellas than novels and I don’t want to give away too many spoilers so I shall keep my reviews as brief and spoiler free as possible. It was well written and as a story thoroughly enjoyable but… and this is a big but it was not the First Doctor.
The author is a writer well-known for writing young adult/teenage fiction and of course he writes that brilliantly well but despite being old enough to have watched Classic Who this reads very much like it is written by someone who has only seen the most recent incarnations of the Doctor. While he does grasp some of the speech mannerisms of the First his physicality is completely out of character with the older man who played him.
Could the writer have intended that this was a prequel coming before all the televised stories? That is completely possible but for the youngsters who read this then decide to look up the shoes featuring the First Doctor they are in for a shock, they will be looking for a guy who despite being a grandfather jumps into transport vortexes and instead they will find…
Now, okay in a push I just he could still jump but it jars with my memories of how he would act, he was many things but the action hero was not one of them.
Overall I will give this a 3.5 out of 5 I hope that the series will improve with the other Doctors,
Right off to get ready for a tea party, its good to be back.