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Seriously...no....seriously...

My last post was quite long ago now, and my hope was not to leave it so long, and yet here we are!

Over the years, I have participated in the A to Z challenge but not for the past few. However, I was recently sent a link to one of my first A to Z challenge posts and it seems more distant than ever!

If I was going to have a theme and attempt it  this year...would it be 'How to survive a pandemic!' although I am not sure of my expertise on this. I do know how to live like a recluse and am loving the self isolation and this is quite good for any introverts and hobbyists who do this ordinarily but for social butterflies, I imagine they are going stir crazy.

So...I was going to add A to Z challenge links for the letter A but it is actually day 2...so here we are...former posts for the letter B...

Crafty A to Z: Letter B Disney A to Z: Letter B Them & Us: TV Shows A to Z: Letter B Paranoid Solo Traveller: Travel Tips A to Z: Letter B Career Choices A to Z: Letter B

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Flash Fiction: 100 words

Morning,

I saw this post which challenges you to write 100 words of fiction and I thought...why not give it a try, I have not written anything in such a long time. This was the first thing that popped into my head.

Here it is:

This wasn't quite the alone time she had hoped for. There was washing up still in the sink, paperwork strewn across the kitchen table, a load of washing waiting to go in the dryer and she had rushed out in the morning without feeding the cat. At least she had time to think, ‘how long for?’ she wondered and immediately regretted thinking. She squinted at her surroundings, only seeing the darkness as it metamorphosed into despair, and prayed.

The sun broke through, warmed her face and dried her tears as she lay crushed beneath the rubble, waiting to be rescued.
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FSF: Soundtrack

Hi,

I thought I would try some five sentence fiction but it seems to be on a hiatus or finished or something, so inspired by a song drifting about in my head, I have written some five sentence fiction. My inspiration was soundtrack, so feel free to join in and leave your link in the comments!

Soundtrack
The music tiptoed through the room, a slight crackle from the analogue radio...life is but a dream, its what you make it, always try to give, dont ever take it...she opened the window to let some of the autumn breeze into the airless flat.

The song echoed of times long past when love was the only thing people seemed to worry about and she longed to have grown up then.

If she had, maybe life would have been a dream, she gazed up at the moonlit sky and let her eyes search for a shooting star upon which she could wish.

No star appeared and she knew she would have to face life head on.

From out of the corner of her eye she saw movement behind her in the flat, she turned to see him trying t…
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Worth your salt: Open mic session

Hello,

About a month ago I (along with many others i'm sure) enterd the 'Worth Your Salt' Open mic competition hosted by Hazel & Wren.

Today the results were announced, and although I was not the winner or a runner upperer, I was very pleased to see that a FB friend was. I wasn't surprised as I myself am a fan of his writing and he is truly talented. You can check out his work here. So stop by an congratulate Mr Eric Martell!

All that being said, I haven't been put off sharing the story with you, and I hope you like it at least a little bit!. So pour yourself a glass of wine or a large cup of tea and get comfy...

The ImagineersShe was tall and thin, with watery eyes and fishbelly white skin. 

Shona sat up bolt right in the hammock and it gave a little wobble as her centre of gravity was shifted for a moment, she read the line again.

 She was tall and thin, with watery eyes and fishbelly white skin. 

Shona was almost at the halfway point of the novel, a…
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Women in horror

Hello,

How exactly have I managed to miss the first half of February?

I just stopped by to tell you about the eZine in which the story 'Inside:Out' has been printed? Is it called printed if its an ezine? Who knows! All I know is that I have been included.

I sincerely recommend you have a read of the February issue which has a focus on 'Women in Horror'. I submitted my story around the same time that I posted the full version here on my blog so it has been quite a while. I had a couple of weeks wait to find out if my submission had been accepted. Its one of those things where you have no idea on the submission process after you submit, how are the stories chosen? How is it decided where they come in the list of contents? and so on and so forth. I was happy to have the story accepted.

There are many other wonderful horror stories written by women in this months eZine but if you are interested I am on page 147. Its a great snooker score! hehe.

Oh! I guess y…
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Roll up, roll up! I have a visitor! Welcome...Muppets for Justice

Hello Addman and welcome to ‘The Suddenly Kate Show’, it’s great to have you here, I hope you like what I have done with the place.
Thanks, it's great to be here. I appreciate that you've cleaned the bloodstains out of the rug since my last visit.

I do try! Take a seat. I don’t have jammy dodgers so can I offer you a cookie?
No thanks, I'm full...of COURSE I'd like a cookie!

Now, there’s a rumour lighting up the internet right now that you have written a book. Is this fact or fiction?
Well it is a fact that I have written a fiction book. I think...

What inspired you to write a book?
The book is an extension of my Blog, Muppets For Justice, hence its name Muppets For Justice. It is a humorous collection of the best articles from my Blog, plus a whole load of new content. Think of it as a greatest hits album with a whole CD full of bonus tracks and unheard B sides.

Having stalked followed your blog for over a year now and having loved reading it, it’s sometimes silly, som…
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Inside:Out

The sun was up and as such, so was I.

62 years 10 months 1 week and 3 days of training and I was about to graduate. I had thought about this day for a long time.

My trainer had been quiet and unpredictable as a child and I had adopted a similar nature.
I recall the many times we spent out in the woods, catching small creatures and toying with them, toying until it was no longer toying, teasing until it was no longer teasing, tormenting until it was no longer tormenting, torturing until it was death.

Once we peaked at death we would begin again, carefully selecting which creature would be next as we worked our way up the food chain. It was a slow process. The first guest we had was a frog; whose demise was brought about by a boot thwacked down on his head.

What followed were many more frogs; sliced, diced, boiled and burnt, until we found a method that compelled us to try it on something just a little bigger. Hours were spent hunting and preying from dusk till dawn.

My trai…
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#FSF Alone

The brightness of the morning sun as it shines down onto the path, lighting up the way, it rests warm tickles against your skin. The scent of the damp earth rises up to meet you, swirling around and around until it fills your nostrils, before finding its new home. The sound of the wind as it whistles through the trees, trilling through a labyrinth of branches, the leaves rustling so noisily that they drown out your worries.
You’re not alone on the path; an upturned collar, a scarf covering all but the eyes, a hat precariously resting on his head and then his gait changes, the casual stroll he embodied has become more rigid, the energy bounces on the air between you, a frisson that causes static on the ends of your hair, you hold your breath as you take a glance up at his eyes.
How many times have you wandered alone in this forest in search of your fate, and here you are, face to face, an arm’s reach away, breathing, looking, and then his eyes crinkle and joy dances acr…
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FSF: Enrapture

EnraptureAll three of us were bound together by that beyond our reach; I was cursed to spend eternity enraptured by him, he was cursed to spend eternity enraptured by her and she was cursed to spend eternity without rapture. Each of us driven by the desire to break the curse was prepared to do whatever it would take; we formed an alliance and searched every corner of our lands, following every clue, taking every mission, trying everything in search of the elusive cure. Each year that passed left a scar that wouldn’t heal, and it wasn’t long until we were nothing more than mercenaries, barely resembling those people we once were. We were all but resigned to our fate when we were summoned to the witch’s court and told of the cure, we only needed to do them one small favour and at last we would be free.I couldn’t breathe. Five Sentence Fiction is hosted by Lillie McFerrin, go check out the rest of the stories here.
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MWBB Week 32: Sabotage

The song chosen was 'Rumble in Brighton' by The Stray CatsHe stepped out into the cool overcast night. The metal heels on his wingtips clinking against the tiled doorstep. He pulled the door to his childhood home shut and was took a breath. With his guitar slung effortlessly across his back, his new leather jacket creaked as he raised the collar to his chin, he shoved his hands into his pockets and walked with scrunched up purpose to The Gabardine Club.He didn’t look up until he turned onto the street of the club and only then did he notice the rain. It was coming down in sheets, the wind forcing it to fall at an acute angle, it pummelled everything it came into contact with and had begun to pool alongside the kerb as the drains could take no more. The rain slowly seeped into his consciousness and yet he still doubted its existence. His jacket still open, he pulled at the clothes now plastered against his body and ran his fingers through his sodden mop of hair. He stayed stan…
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Emblazoned

I havent blogged for a while...and so here is some flash...cant think for the life of me where I got the inspiration...? It is my 300th post too! Summary in the next blog post :) Have a great weekend.
The fire lapped at her feet, burnishing her toes as they worked their way up her calves, seductively entwining and clinging to her limbs as they dragged their destruction to her torso. The blistering heat smothered her organs and they shrivelled under its duress, turning her into a smouldering human rattle. Flames tickled her décolletage creating a necklace of pyrographic graffiti all the way to her dimpled chin. Her face a molten mask of what once was, caused the fire to crackle, as her tears met in battle against the relentless foe. Her eyes closed in finality and were instantly sealed shut. Her last thought became ash and crumbled to the floor.
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#Monday Mixer - I WOZ ERE

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#VisDare - indifferent

I didnt take part in #VisDare last week but when I saw this weeks image;


I couldnt help myself! I was inspired to write the following;


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