Hemlock

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Hello 🙂

 

Ah, Monkey Mind! I’ve been expecting you… *strokes her pen*

I work on something that takes effort and is a little out of my comfort zone, wander about the house thinking of other things (there are many things to think around when your house is as messy as mine) then a poem comes knocking at my brain. 

**Out of pillows to hold (and not, unfortunately, being in bed) I don’t sit up and scream out the words I’ve read, but write them down. 

It is not a love poem, either:

 

Hiding in holistic hideousness

Hectares from happy;

Huffing into handy habits

Health-haltingly hard:hemlock in winter

 

Here.

 

Here lies a human Hemlock

Harbouring hatred,

But hoping for hugs.

 

 

 

**Random Partridge Family song reference.

 

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Revolving – Parts 1 & 2

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Hello!

I’m back with two parts of the new story written, so that we are where we should be at this time on a Tuesday – despite me being lazy and not putting up a post on my birthday 😉

Katie gave me the title of Revolving and the theme of ‘bullying at school’ as my prompts for this week. 

 

So Part 1 goes like this…

 

My pen: loaded.

Ink-spattered bodies

Groaning.

Poisoned by my prose;

Posed

By my artful hand.

 

Trying to escape my truth,

Gasping

As it closes in.

 

A blind corridor

No mercy.

Feel my agony

As it ricochets around.

 

I’m in the Headmaster’s office.  He’s making me a ‘nice cup of tea’ and speaking ridiculously gently.  I’m missing Chemistry for this, so I’m going to try and spin it out as long as I can. 

There’s been a power shift, it’s almost audible in the air around me.  My aura is crackling…or something.  I feel like I could shatter lightbulbs in here!  I’m making him nervous.

I’m beyond proud of myself.  And also scared…

(113 words)

 

And here is my second 20-minute scribble:

 

Boy wth glasses, twirling a penI find, when adults are edgy like this, it is best to just keep quiet and not tip the balance too soon.  I wasn’t expecting the sugar hit from the tea to be quite as intense, but then who doesn’t need a pick-me-up in the afternoon?  I checked out the school trophy cabinet when my specs cleared from the steam.

There’s a knock at the door.

“Ah.” said Mr. McKenna, rising from his seat behind the large desk.  To my surprise, my father was standing in the corridor.  “Glad you could make it at such short notice, Mr…?”

“Graves.”  said Dad.  (I use my Mother’s surname).

“Graves!” said Mr. McKenna, with mock-jovality “Of course! Come in, come in!”

Dad sat in the chair beside me:  “So…what’s this all about…Mr. McKenna, is it…?”

“Yes.  Well, I just thought you’d like to read a poem Russell left on his desk the other day…in English,” said Mr. McKenna.

So that’s where it went.

“A poem…?” said my Dad, looking confused.  “I left work early for a poetry reading…?”

I winced inwardly for Mr McKenna.

“Well, the management team and I thought it was important, given the current climate…” said Mr. McKenna

“The climate” repeated my Dad.

“Yes.”

Dad frowned.  “What climate would that be, exactly?”

“Maybe you should read it” said Mr. McKenna

“Maybe you should answer my question”  said my Dad.

(229 words)

 

Again those pesky tenses have been plaguing me!  However, I am interested in these characters and where they could lead me, so that’s a big plus 😉

I’ll see you tomorrow for more!

 

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Scary Visions – Final Edit

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Or, to name this post more accurately, ‘the edit as it will stand until I get the courage to scrap most of what I’ve written and do the show, not tell version…!!’

I have a bit of a story arc, a start and a conclusion, a nod towards what the prompt was.  I have different characters and a background to most of them properly worked out. But…

Anyway, I’ll let you read it and see what you think.  I know what needs changed and why I don’t like it, and that’s the main thing.  There are still over 2,500 words that have been put down within a week on the same topic.  This is awesome practice and a learning experience…and that is why I’m here. 😉

Thanks very much for the prompt, Sandy!!

The link below should take you to the PDF.  See you tomorrow for the beginning of a new story!

Scary Visions in full

 

 

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The Broken

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Hello!

 

The lovely Sandy was back in control today, with these inspirations –

 

Title: The broken

Prompt: Her mind was shattered

Form: Story

 

Here is what I wrote:

A row of dead winged bodies lined the back of the sink.  There was even one still buzzing weakly in some cold coffee dregs.

Waiter, what’s this fly doing in my soup?!

It looks like the backstroke, sir…mental health word grid

The bottle lay on the counter top, glowing.  Later, the nurse would ask why the goop inside smelled so vile and had to be quite as bright an orange.  Right now, the headache was all she knew, and all that mattered –

“What’s the matter, hen?”

A non-committal reply as she broke the seal.

“You no’ feelin’ right?  You look a bit peaky, right enough.  There’s a bug goin’ about.  My niece had it, sick for three days straight, ended up in hospital on a drip…”

The little measuring cup had a line that she needed to fill it to.  She did so.

Her colleague left.

She downed the liquid.  It tasted of synthetic oranges.  The mirror at the coatrack confirmed she was pale.

She could hear her boss in the next room, ranting about something as usual.  He had ignored her all day: an ominous spectre at the shoe exchange, a dark presence on the bowling lanes.  Watching.

She filled the cup three more times.

Back to the washed-out face by the coats.  Maybe she could just leave…?

“You’ve left a bit of your medicine, hen”

“Oh. Thanks.” She downed the last vile drop, and grimaced.

“No’ nice, eh?”

“Nah.”

Within twenty minutes she was laughing at her huge pupils in another mirror, her worried family on their way.  The nurse screamed at her for a further twenty minutes when she got to the hospital.

They all marvelled at how well she could talk with a tube down her throat.

 

There is no direct reference to ‘her’ mind being shattered, but I feel our main character here is suffering some mental distress…! 

Another good word tally (289) which I am happy about 🙂 thanks again for all your prompts Sandy, sorry the ‘old’ joints got in my way and stopped me working on this sooner! 

I’m really hoping this is the beginning of the end of my discomfort as I cleaned most of the kitchen, put away two baskets of dry washing and even did a bit of vacuuming today. The house ‘sorely’ needed it, believe me!! I am suffering a bit for this push (!) but at least the laptop on my legs is not sparking the rashes it was on Monday…

I will try and write more new material tomorrow 🙂

 

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Tomorrow

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Hello 🙂

Katie was in control again today (I love that I have repeat contributors!  Do feel free to jump in if you’re new to giving me material, however.  Then become one of my regulars…)

I was to have a title of Tomorrow, my character was to be “a sailor (male) with a broken boat” and he was to appear in a poem.

I wrote while our boys were at their educational establishment(s):

 

Tomorrow

 

It’s a slow seep

Around my feet

A listing barely felt;

 

In open sea

Just life, and me:

Resolve begins to melt.

picture of beaten up boat

The dip of oars

The pelt that pours

A rhythm set off kilter;

 

A madd’ning wait:

The lap of fate

My universe’s filter.

 

To row for shore,

Or bail once more

Is all the choice I have;

 

Upend this boat

And pray I’ll float –

Through oceans carve a path?

 

My pretty wife!

Long fought-for life!

In thoughts, while fins skirt ‘round;

 

Strong, steady hands

This catch will land –

Lay, choking, on dry ground…

 

Not often that I do a rhyming one these days, thanks for the ideas Katie!!

I urgently need some more suggestions on this Facebook post, please!  Gotta keep my random wheels nicely oiled…

See you tomorrow 🙂

 

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Spritely Hickory

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Hello!

 

I have gone back to my old format just for one day, in order to give you all some time to read my new sticky post and get involved (see below).

C’mon, you know you want to…!  I have comments already, so join the queue…Hubby informs me that Sandra has provided me with tomorrow’s prompts, and Katie for Wednesday’s! Yaaay!

 

I plumped for Textfixer to get my nine words, just because I am a coward and didn’t want to brave Jimpix on a Monday 😉

 

Textfixer screenshot

 

Blinding  Curve  Light  Germ  Aerobatic  Sprite  Hickory  Bounce  Sponge

 

Bullies blinding me

To the upward curve of your mouth,

I walk outwith your favourable light;

Each creative germ squashed

By their aerobatic words.

depressed girl

Some invisible sprite

Holds the hickory to my legs;

I fail to bounce out of range –

Ever the sponge

For their negativity.

 

 

 

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The Given Gift

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Hiya!

I was busy for most of today, as Hubby was off and took me for a late breakfast, and we had my folks in for a visit after school.

I did get to write a piece with Laura’s phrase of “give the gift” while Hubby popped the pizzas in the oven, however 😉

 

I was overcome by a lot of thoughts at once, crying helplessly while staring at circling autumn leaves.  When would the pain subside?  How would it all be ok again?

My husband took me to a nice little tea shop that day.  One with pretty crockery and whimsical cosies covering the pots.  I tasted grief in the tealeaves I accidentally let swim in my cup.  I rarely venture beyond bags.Carrot cake pic

The pink wallpaper had shapes that reminded me of chandeliers; or huge fancy earrings dangling from invisible ears.  The windows there were only on one wall, and made of mottled glass.  Distorted people walked past a lot.  Some doubled back and came in.  Such is the lure of colourful sugar.

I didn’t eat all of my breakfast pile, but I did plump for carrot cake.  Something about the mix of spices and cheese frosting was reminiscent of shop-bought playdough.  I was taken back to my little desk, in my first real room, where I first experienced missing her; 26 years before the actual…event.

My husband talked of other things, but it all became relevant.  My whole life is relevant.

She was the one to give the gift of my mother to the world, and so all meaning thereafter.  Shaped my life in many ways, bestowed some mannerisms, bad eyesight and lumpy feet upon me; left me some words.

I pulled her bodywarmer closer to me and wished it was her hug.  A faint odour of perfume rose, which I pretended wasn’t mine.

 

249 words this time, not bad again.  Thank you, Laura, for my free reign with your inspiration 😉 I hope you liked the piece.

Hubby informs me that there are two phrases to guide me through the weekend on my sticky post! Hurrah!  Not quite time for a new challenge yet, then.  If you’d like to take me further into next week, feel free to add your sentence (and positioning instructions) to this post and I’ll assign you a day and see what I can conjure for you 🙂

Til tomorrow, lovelies!

 

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Many A Lonely Winter

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Hello there!

For today’s piece of ‘Facebook fiction’, I was given an opener by Sheelagh.  It reads:

“A seemingly authoritarian figure with a frosty manner, cultivated over many a lonely winter; secretly he longed for affection and friendship…”

How ‘cool’ is that?!

Despite having dawdled on the way home from school/nursery drop off, coupled with taking too long stuffing breakfast into my face, and my tech being obstinate as usual  (I’m looking at you, creaky phone.  Plus, don’t get me started on Mr Red ‘Grumpy Pants’ Laptop) I managed to have a lot of fun scribbling before I ran down the road with the buggy 😉

 

trees, snow, winterA seemingly authoritarian figure with a frosty manner, cultivated over many a lonely winter; secretly he longed for affection and friendship.  He hadn’t had any input in his creation, and felt bitter about that. Others had managed to turn a new page, taste a new life, live out their fantasies – but he had always been stuck there, mourning his fate.

Every attempt he’d made at conversation had been met with a chilly reception.  His disability kept him from venturing out.  It was hard to explain to others how it felt not to be mobile; not to be able to escape the confines of his allocated box.

He watched as a snowball flew out of frame (apparently narrowly missing Dashi from the Octonauts).  He couldn’t see who’d thrown it, but Bob the Builder had crept past and over the thick black line a few moments earlier.

Bob hadn’t even cast a smile at the snowman (embedded in a large ‘drift, wishing someone would think to draw him some legs…)

 

Did you guess where I was going with the story?!

I was thinking about a baddy in Blyton’s The Rat-A-Tat Mystery: he walks past the kitchen window, dressed as the children’s ‘Mr Icy-Cold’ (whom they had constructed a few days prior) and he gives the mistress of the house a shock. Raymond Briggs’ Father Christmas was flitting through my mind, too. I also rifled the pile of old magazines in Eldest’s room, to quickly decide on well-known characters to introduce…  There are great creative benefits to writing in a kid’s room, I thoroughly recommend it 😉

Thanks again to Sheelagh for starting me off today 😀

It is Emma’s turn tomorrow; Michelle is to be featured on Saturday, and Karen on Sunday (hubby confirmed there was a line for me, just not…what!)

Please hop over to the sticky post on my Facebook page and bagsy a day next week. What will you have me write about…?

This is toooo exciting *claps her hands*

 

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The Bear Hug

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Hello!

So! Between Facebook and Twitter (sorry for missing you out yesterday, Alice!) we had six participants in today’s collaboration; along with Emma’s request for a (very) short story.

I usually do a 15 minute write with nine words, so I did ten minutes with six and came up with the below…harder words today, but a great wee creative-mind gym 😉

 

Heroic  Squiggle  Laconic  Tautology  Misguided  Essence

 

He looked at me, obviously sure he’d just performed some heroic act, and I tried not to sigh.  I had grown his baby from a mere egg, to a squiggle of life, to a complex human form…and yet he struggled with doing up a cardigan’s buttons.

IGirly with her father knew my laconic response was full of my figurative tautology (and that nagging is always misguided) but my very life’s essence was leaking out of my feet that morning.

Our toddler chose that moment to amble through and launch herself into her father’s arms:

“Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!”

The tired man smiled all over his stubbled face. 

Suddenly, in one bear hug, his hero status was restored.

 

Thanks to: Hannah, Katie, Jenny, Sarah, Michelle and Alice for the inspiration!

What shall we create tomorrow, dear readers?!

Come and visit my Facebook page, and see what challenge I have stuck to the top of it.  I’m thinking of changing it every week 😛

 

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My First Facebook Collaboration!!

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Hello out there!

I was thinking about all the wonderful peeps who support my ramblings here. Most of them hang out on Facebook of an evening (around kid and dinner stuff, etc).  I usually use my Facebook page solely to post new content, but that kinda gets stale on your timeline after a while, doesn’t it?!

So I asked for one word to be commented from each of my Facebook readers, with the promise that I would construct a poem from the first nine.  I am happy to say I reached my quota pretty quickly, and the results are below 🙂 (nervous drumroll…)

 

Disassociate  Empathy  Magical  Charlatan  Reflective  Anomaly  Happy  Rainclouds  Error

 

I never quite disassociate myself

From that scared little girl

With blonde hair and glasses,

Not receiving empathy

For the wounds she couldn’t describe.

 

Partly stood in magical worlds

Where she was omnipotent;

It was hard to face a reality

Where her benevolent acts were shunned.

pixabay cartton girl with glasses

As she learned, the teenage her

Grew a charlatan shell

Only gaining soulfood

In a deep reflective trance.

 

A walking anomaly,

She felt distanced from happy

So embraced the rainclouds

And wrote of their flight.

 

And that was not an error;

She did it well, and now

Has taught herself to fly.

 

I think our bonding,

Through life gifted outside of our self,

Has served us very well.

 

Big hugs to: (in order of appearance) Sandy, Katie, Amanda, Donna, Emma, Jenny, Hannah, Stephanie and Michelle 😉 Great words…I only had seconds left to circle them at the end of my 15 mins!!

Hope you all approve of the outcome…!

 

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