Bye bye Europe

Reading time: 4 mins

My first visit was to northern France on a posh camping trip with my parents. We drove down, got the ferry across (to St.Malo I think), and then head to southern Brittany to a pre-erected tent with beds, a fridge, cooking equipment, table and chairs. It was warm, but a different kind of heat than…

Kobe Bryant

Reading time: 2 mins

I can’t remember exactly when but I can remember exactly where; my Uncles house in Dundee with my cousin Stuart. I can’t recall how it came about, but I’m guessing it was around about the time I was playing basketball for the school house team, and as my cousin also played it’s possible we’d been…

Tennis

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The post is written in response to a prompt from Genre Scribes: Friday Fiction Writing Challenge #29 — Tennis. I think the part I loved the most was when I was first released. That whooooosh, the rush of fresh air as the can was popped open, the golden light that greeted me as I tumbled…

The Interview

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The post is written in response to a prompt from Genre Scribes: Friday Fiction Writing Challenge #29 — Interview. Of course I was nervous, who wouldn’t be. The weeks of waiting now boiled down to the next couple of hours. I closed my eyes, focused my breathing, and thought of the conversations I’d had to…

Happy 4th Birthday

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Another year has passed and wow what a year you’ve had! OK, so I’d best mention your Mummy and Daddy getting married first, I guess, as it was a pretty big day in their life and I know how happy they were to have you there (don’t tell your Mum but I think you might…

Aims not goals

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I’ve already stated that my main resolution for 2020 is to be more mindful when I use social media. My reasoning is that I want to waste less time aimlessly scrolling, to give me more time to do other things that I get more personal value from, things that I know are good for me…

Damage

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The post is written in response to a prompt from Genre Scribes: Friday Fiction Writing Challenge #28 — Damage. “Look at you, with your designer pant suit, that flashy watch, and just look at your new £200 hairdo, aren’t you just so fuckin trendy! Put down that Starbucks cup and take a proper look at…

Same hae meat

Reading time: 6 mins

Welcome to the year 2020! A new year has arrived and with it a new resolve is found and plans are forged; a time of personal goals and improvements, a time to re-invent, to start over, to become a better you! To help you in your quest you’ll be pleased to find there are many…

Village

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The post is written in response to a prompt from Genre Scribes: Friday Fiction Writing Challenge #27 — Literature. The breeze rustled through straw rooftops as it gently buffeted its way through the village. Adam rose from the table, walked over to the stove and lifted the lid from the bubbling pot. He inhaled deeply…

2020

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A new decade lies before us. And I have a resolution for this coming year (and goals for the next three). Let’s start with that resolution: I resolve to limit my time on social media. I acknowledge that I won’t ever be fully off-line but I’m determined to step away from the mindless scrolling and…

Literature

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The post is written in response to a prompt from Genre Scribes: Friday Fiction Writing Challenge #26 — Literature. “Please, just give it a quick read.” “Look, I’ve told you before it’s not going to happen, how many times do we have to tell you?” “Because the sign on the door says ‘Purveyors of fine…

Charity

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The post is written in response to a prompt from Genre Scribes: Friday Fiction Writing Challenge #25 — Charity. I had a good life, a steady job, family, kids, a nice home. No-one tells you how it’ll be, how the cold invades and never leaves, the background thrum from your gnawingly empty stomach. No-one tells…

Walking Dave

Reading time: 5 mins

Picture the scene. I’m sitting on the sofa watching TV. There is a small brindle dog lying next to me, gently snoring. At my feet a small black dog lies on a rug, knawing on a chew toy. He stops, stands up, and turns around to face me. He whines pathetically, his bottom lip petted….

In nature

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The air is cool as it moves around us. Under foot, crimson leaves lie fallen, their work done, and far above our heads the empty branches whisper in the wind. Decades of stories are whispered back and forth above our heads, as we stand below them, looking up as they sway and talk. On we…

The Lake Keeper

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I’m trying something new, I’ve dabbled with fiction here and there on this blog, and the recent November Blogging challenge made me realise that I enjoyed the freedom a simple prompt can bring. So, let’s see how it goes. The post is written in response to a prompt from Genre Scribes: Friday Fiction Writing Challenge…