Literature

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

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

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

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

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

The Blip

I'm standing in the room. It's a room I've heard described by many others but here I am, finally. I can't quite believe what's happening, it feels surreal, like I'm still in a dream, which is oddly apt I suppose. The message was waiting for me when I woke, as I rose from my bed

Deck the halls

It is December, let the festive season begin! There are many parts of this time of year that I enjoy, the sparkly lights that make the darkness a little more bearable, the abundance of hot chocolate options, stodgy foods, and the fact that for many of us it's a holiday and a chance to have

Politics

The UK is facing a general election, driven by a vote two years ago that saw the UK vote for something they didn't understand, that wasn't defined, and still isn't. In the US, the President is facing impeachment, having lied, blustered, and stoked hatred at every turn. And today I've to write about politics? Back

Religion

Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name. I can still recite this prayer, word for word, despite not having actively set foot inside a church for the best part of 30 years. I'm not sure if that is awe-inspiring (the power of the human mind!) or terrifying (mind washed chanting), but there

Hope

Isn't the world a wonderful place? Aren't these trees, that grass, those bushes and flowers, amazing in so many ways? Is there anything better than a baby smiling at you? Or the perpetual joy with which your dog greets you when you get home, every night? It's very easy to look at the world we

Loss

The hurt of loss, the longing of one, the distance from those, the untouchable. I wrote those words a long time ago. Time is a great healer yet those who have lost loved ones will know, all too well, that it only takes a tiny moment to bring memories snapping back into vivid view in

Shoes

There is an old joke that goes: "Before you judge a person, walk a mile in their shoes. After that who cares? They're a mile away and you've got their shoes." Badummtshhh! It is, of course, a riff on the idiom that is typically stated as "Before you judge a person, walk a mile in

Money

I don't like talking about money. I find it similar to discussing religion or politics, it's can be a very divisive topic and you can soon find yourself dragged into the long grass as emotions start to kick in. I mostly don't like talking about it because I've not been that great with money for