Dress: £50 from Dorothy Perkins
Shoes: £18 from Next
Coat: £50 from River Island
Jewellery: £20 from New look
Perfume: Chanel No 5 (a gift from dad)
She walked through the door all poised and calm. Her name was Twin A. She asked how my day had been and wished me a lovely night. I held her coat as delicately as she had treated my position.
Dress: £50 from House of Frasier
Shoes: £20 from Next
Coat: £60 from M & S
Jewellery: £20 from New look
Perfume: Carolina Herrera (gift from dad)
She walked through the door all poised and calm. Her name was Twin B. She gave me her coat, and walked through to the other guests. I held her coat as impersonally as she treated me.
It’s as ma said, “we’re all the same, the heart is all that makes us different. It don’t matter what you wear, or where you sleep, with a bit of cash you might find yourself a happy neighbour to professor Higgins.”
Written for Flash fiction for aspiring writers challenge. Hope it makes sense. Click on the link to read other stories and on this link to join in.
“Stop joor. I can hear you and I wasn’t sleeping.”
Chuckling “You were not sleeping, just shielding your eyes from the piercing darkness abi?”
“I have had a hectic night shift, I don’t think my brain has the capacity for these your riddles yet.”
“You’re the one with all the riddles oh, lying there screaming at grandma in your sleep. It was really creep.”
“I wasn’t dreaming, just admit you woke me up for a cuddle.” with a grin he stretched to make room on the couch.
With the flick of a switch, she retreated to his heart.
Written for Friday fictioneers are writing group/challenge hosted by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. It has been a while I have written a story and I loved writing this one hope you love it too. Please click on this link to read other stories and on this one to join the fun. (Have a go!)
Recruitment exercise for Happy-Ever daily star 2018
Company motto: assumption never produces bestsellers, at best they make tabloids.
- Long hair(extensions are acceptable)
- Healthy weight and lifestyle
- Single or divorced (without children)
- Related to at least one crazy, bitter or cynical individual
- Well spoken
- Good carriage and public conduct.
- Have very connected friends.
- Must be productive/hard-working
- Must be involved in charitable causes (with possibly a history of doing so from a young age)
- Must be assertive (necessary for dealing with impromptu press appearances)
- Must be adaptable to change
- Humorous and good natured.
Due to recent events the company also advices that you acquire or get involved in one or two other special skills/activities not listed above. For example: global exploration, nature studies etc.
It is said that to do the same thing and hope to excel is folly, please be guided.
Our recruitment process is gruelling, do expect the unexpected and the possibility of a non-favourable outcome.
Assumption: the belief that you have all the details on any experience when viewing from a distance. It is to attempt to replicate the same experience without having full disclosure of the facts.
Photographer: Yui Mok
Organisation: Press Association.
N.B: happy married life H and M xxx
Colour me black, colour me white; colour me yellow with sprinkles of pink.
Colour me bright with an array of sparkles
It taints not the grey within, Eeyore has nothing on me, I smile, bright as the sun.
Beyond the mount the gods arise to the sound of Cilo and her sisters,
Soaking in nectar, sipping ambrosia, they summon the stars to adorn their paths, like light through a prism they shine in glory.
Olympus, I long for thee, let me feast on thy beauty alone.
We shall build a tower up to the gods, we shall adorn the towers brightly, the gods shall smile in delight.
Nay, we shall cover it in ashes, the gods shall bark and rave.
Aye, we shall cover them in both, the gods shall applaud our wisdom, for such is the tide of life they bid us live.
Written for Sonya’s three line tales week 119.
Middle picture by Oneisha Lee.
Do it afraid, they said
They forgot to mention how long I would stay afraid
How close the snapping jaws of my tormentor will stay on my heels.
Written for three line tales week 118. Visit Sonya’s blog for more information.
Congratulations Andy, never doubted your abilities for minute,
WELCOME back to the team.
“I’m sure you didn’t, too busy celebrating my ‘unexpected’ professional demise, were you?
Screeching tyres; there’s more than one way to skin a cat.
Written for three line tales challenge.
Image: Alexandre Boucher
“So, which do you think I should pick? You reckon she will like the yellow one?”
“Maybe.” Walking right past the vase without so much as a glance.
“Come on, you didn’t even look at it. What’s with you?”
“You know very well the answer to that question.”
“Why can’t you leave things well alone?”
“I would if you stopped dragging me into the middle. She doesn’t want these silly gifts, she wants you, her daughter back home.”
“You know that’s not possible besides she has you.”
“Have it your way, do consider postage charges this time.”
I do apologise for my absence the last couple of months, life has been ….. anything but interesting.
For every comment not replied, for every like not acknowledged please bear no grudges for in a few days or so I shall hopefully explain myself properly.
This story is written for Friday fictioneers a writing challenge hosted by Rochelle. The picture was provided by the lovely Sarah Ann Hall, the task is to write a 100 words story inspired by it. Thanks Rochelle for hosting the challenge. Thank you for stopping by… do click on the link to read other stories.
“I think that boat is sinking.”
“No it’s not”
“Hmmm…. are you sure?”
“Well if it is, don’t you think the man sailing it would show some signs of distress? “
“Who knows? He might be suicidal for all we know?”
“And you might be struggling with an overactive imagination, who knows?”
“Hmmm …. I guess you’re right.”
Sighing, I sit back to enjoy the rest of our visit to the beech in peace.
Digging into the sand with her toes Elli seemed content to let that happen.
“I think the sand is going to fall on him.”
I should have known it won’t last.
“Why would the sand fall on him?
“Cause it’s all rumbling and scary and his going very close to it.”
“Well it won’t fall on him ….”
“Ahhhhhh, Ellie I don’t know. Perhaps because it hasn’t fallen on anyone before.”
“There’s always a first day for everything, that’s what grandma always says.”
I laughed despite my weariness.
In response to the writing challenge flash fiction for aspiring writers hosted by Priceless Joy click on the link to visit the blog. The photograph is from the lovely Louise a storytellers abode (interesting photo can’t wait to see all the stories it inspires) and the challenge is to write a 100 – 150 words (+/- 25 words) story inspired by it. Do click on the link for other stories.
There are approximately a hundred and thirty-five squares on that side of the wall. I know what your thinking, boredom does strange things to the human mind. Do I have any options?
And the colour? It doesn’t do much for the imagination does it? On second thought; it reminds me of school lunches and detention hallways. Places designed to forewarn you of life in prison; lukewarm meals and dinge spaces.
His voice jars me from my reverie, it’s gone all pitchy.
He sounds desperately innocent.
“I understand Mr Finch …..” I say
Do I believe him? Sure, the walls pink ain’t it?
Written for Friday fictioneers a writing challenge hosted by Rochelle. The picture was provided by the lovely J hardy Carroll, the task is to write a 100 words story inspired by it. Thanks Rochelle for hosting the challenge. Thank you for stopping by… do click on the link to read other stories.
Twinkle twinkle little star,
how I wonder ….
No! No, I don’t wonder.
I know what you’re, evil shrink ray that destroyed my cow.
Beautiful Bessie … all because she jumped over your stupid brother moon.
It wasn’t her fault.. it was that flaming old man
the one who played knick-knack up in heaven.
Said he was going to ask God
to grant his grandson sleep
Stupid kid who wouldn’t hush
even after they bought him a goat, a cow.
But I hushed him all right.
Twinkle twinkle little star
I’ll douse your flames one day.
Written for Friday fictioneers a writing challenge hosted by Rochelle. The picture was provided by our lovely host Rochelle Wisoff-Fields the task is to write a 100 words story inspired by it. Thanks Rochelle for hosting the challenge. Thank you for stopping by… do click on the link to read other stories.