Tile Tales – Good

Good – Poet Kit

If only we all saw the good in people (admittedly, there are some unforgivable things, but in general, do we as humans forgive as often as we should)? I read a beautiful quote in a story recently:

“And here was this tiny, new person – who had my eyes, who didn’t know who I used to be, who only cared who I was now.”

Taylor Jenkins Reid

Today’s tale was made with the Poet Kit


Want to play along?

I love playing around with the magnetic poetry blocks.
I’m no poetry writer so I prefer to create a short story of sorts.
The kits can be found here (and they are free):

KL 💗

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Tile Tales – Future

This week’s Tile Tales goes out to all the Teachers, TA’s, Nursery Assistants and others who dedicate their lives to helping our little ones shine!

I think most of us have had a teacher we really admired. I’ve been lucky in my educational journey to have a few, and to them, I am so grateful. A teacher that you click with can truly change your educational journey. Thank you to you all.


Today’s tale was made with the Love Kit


Want to play along?

I love playing around with the magnetic poetry blocks.
I’m no poetry writer so I prefer to create a short story of sorts.
The kits can be found here (and they are free):

KL 💗

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The Dirty Jobs

Week 1 – Tuesday: The always give me the dirty jobs, the sucky jobs, the ones I’m never going to develop, I’m never going to shine! They are undervaluing me and everything I do. Apprenticeship, they say, like they’re doing me some big favour, apprenticed to these old goons that don’t know their apples from their oranges.

They tried the traditional jokes, we need tartan paint, haha, yeah everyone laughed, but I got it right away, knew they were trying to mess with me. Jokes on them, I took an extra long lunch break to get the “tartan paint” got myself a nice coffee, browsed my phone, got my nails done it was great.

Week 1 – Friday: The twats tried it again with a long stand – seriously, I’m sure these jokes were around with the dinosaurs, so I took a long stand, in the shopping queue, got myself some great new clothes, I’m so ready for this weekend. I wonder what time they let people leave on a Friday? My friend Georgie has got half day finish on a Friday, lucky sod. IF they think I’m working to five they can do one.

Week 2 – Monday – Thank god! One week left. I showed up today in all my new nails and new gear, looking proper smart, ready to be wheeled out in front of the customers, well that’s why I applied here for my work experience. Do you know what those b*ggers had me doing? Emptying their blasted bins, and moving boxes around the stock room. Covered in dust head to toe.

Week 2 – Wednesday – I walked in late today and no-one really noticed. I spoke to the girl on reception (she seems nice enough but a bit mousy) and she said she thought that was me finisihed up! Hah! I wish. I wonder if that means if I took Thursday and Friday off no-one would notice. Probably a bad idea, I need to get that completion certificate and Keira said last year after her work experience they had a whip round and gave her fifty quid! And that was just for waitressing in a cafe. Imagine what I’d get at a place like this!

Week 2 – Friday – Well thank god thats over. I got no fairwell, no pat on the back, no cash, just a piddly handshake from the CEO who I’d only seen once.

Work Experience Report for C Mitchell

C Mitchell has problems with authority and a poor work ethic. They failed to establish any working relationships with the team and at best could be described as idle.

Parents Signature….
Students Signature….

Week 3 – Monday – Bollocks!!! My mum’s going to kill me.


Apprentice jokes – Google Search
I have the energy of a Duracell bunny, the sex appeal of Jessica Rabbit and a brain like Einstein.

I actually really enjoyed my work experience (I worked at a local cafe, got to keep my tips and even got offered a Saturday job at the end of it) but I saw this quote and couldn’t resist.

Originally written in response to:

Much Love.

KL

Competing with Beauty

“Dave. Dave! Come over here and look at this!”

“Will you be quiet you great oath?”

“Come over and see this cool thing, those humans left on the fence, maybe we can eat it.”

“Will you be quiet, I’m trying to stand still.”

“Why?”

“So that it captures my best side, that’s a camera.”

“Ohhhh, well you’re out of luck.”

“What? Why”

“Cause beauty is over there behind you lucking fab-u-lous. Ain’t no-one looking at you whilst she’s around.”

“Oh for crying out loud. Right lets leave, we’ll come back later.”

What do you see 149 – Ponies

For the visually challenged reader, this image shows three ponies standing in a hilly pasture. Two brown ones are standing close together and a black pony is standing at a distance, alone.


Haha – hope you enjoyed this little romp through the fields. Originally written for Sadje’s what do you see challenge – 149. KL ❤

Tile Tales – Drain

Some days you just want to shower, wash your woes away and start again with a new day tomorrow.


Want to play along?

I love playing around with the magnetic poetry blocks.
I’m no poetry writer so I prefer to create a short story of sorts.
The kits can be found here (and they are free):

Original – http://play.magneticpoetry.com/poem/Original/kit/
Poet – http://play.magneticpoetry.com/poem/Poet/kit/
Love – http://play.magneticpoetry.com/poem/Love/kit/
Mustache – http://play.magneticpoetry.com/poem/Mustache/kit/
Nature – http://play.magneticpoetry.com/poem/Nature/kit/
Geek – http://play.magneticpoetry.com/poem/Geek/kit/
KL 💗

Lakes

“When you’re young you think that you’re going to sail into a lovely lake of quietude and peace. This is profoundly untrue.”

-Doris Lessing.
Family – Image by KL Caley

“Dadddd….!!!”

“What?”

“You can’t keep blaming the bubbles in the water on the fish, you scared them all away when the last collection of bubbles came from your behind.”

“One day you’ll find your own handsome male swan whose bubbles you’ll find endearing, won’t they Darling?”

“Errrrmmmmm…”


Originally written in response to one of my #writephoto prompts but re-shared for this short but sweet lake prompt.

Much Love.

KL

Little Heroes – Shadows – A Short Story

“Keep your face to the sun and you will never see the shadows.”

― Helen Keller

“Quick, grab the loot.”

“No, stay in the shadows, I’m sure someone’s coming”.

“I don’t want to stay in the shadows”

“Why? Are you scaaaaarreeeddd? Look if you are too scared to do this, I’ll grab the loot myself.”

“No. I can do this”

“Right, you wait here whilst I check the coast is clear.”

The creak of the door immediately gave away their location.


“Alex! James! Get yourselves back to bed this instant!” The bedroom light switched on startling two young boys. In the doorway stood an angry woman with her hands on her hips.

“Mum… we were only after a midnight snack,” Alex whined.

“You’ve already been told. Any more of that nonsense and James will be going home. You know you were only allowed to have a sleepover if you boys went to bed on time.”

The boys skulked over to the bed, wading through a trail of dolls and cars and toy guns.

“Fine! You can have a quick hot chocolate but then it’s straight back to bed.

“Mum?”

“What Alex?”

“Can we have marshmallows too?”

“I suppose…but then bed.”

“Score!” The two boys said triumphantly. It had been worth waiting in the shadows after all.


“Keep your face to the sun and you will never see the shadows.” ― Helen Keller

Originally written in response to:

These two little toe-rags originally appeared escaping their bedtime in an earlier post: Little Women and Little Heroes – A Short Story, I hope you enjoy their return.

Take Care.
KL

Tile Tales – Announcement

I love this short tale. It felt like it was from a historic timeline.

What do you think?

Announcement – Poet Kit

Today’s tale was made with the Poet Kit


Want to play along?

I love playing around with the magnetic poetry blocks.
I’m no poetry writer so I prefer to create a short story of sorts.
The kits can be found here (and they are free):

KL 💗

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Processing Time…

Laying in the water, she closed her eyes against the blinding sun. Just floating, listening to the water, clearing her mind. In the distance she could hear other sounds, children laughing, seagulls squawking but for now she ignored them all. She just needed five minutes to herself. Five minutes of alone time.

No-one could predict when they would hear bad news, or how they would react when they received it. With children, you don’t allow yourself time to process it, their needs must be met first, your anger, your pain, your processing comes later. Her five minutes were now.



Written in Response to:

July 18, 2022, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about floating. Who is floating, where, and in what? Is the floating real or felt internally? Whatever floats your boat, go where the prompt leads!

  1. Submit by July 23, 2022. If you want to be published in the weekly collection, please use the form. The Collection publishes on the Wednesday following the next Challenge. Rules & Guidelines.
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  3. Your blog or social media link will be included in your title when the Collection publishes.
  4. Please include your byline which is the name or persona you attribute to your writing.
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Nothing beats hearing the right words at the right time

Nothing beats hearing the right words at the right time.

Francheska

Sam curled up in a ball, she pulled the blanket over her head and sobbed into the sheets. The force of the sob caused her to choke and cough but she couldn’t stop, her whole body needed her to cry, to release some of the pent-up pain, anger and frustration. Eventually, the noises stopped, her breathing calmed and she lay on the bed exhausted. Removing the quilt she rolled over and lay staring up at the ceiling. She had no idea how long she lay there but she could see the light from behind the curtains was fading and causing shadows to dance along the ceiling. Her phone rang loudly startling her.

“Hello?”

“Hi, just calling to say that’s me setting off now.”

“Okay.” She sat herself up on the bed, she needed to go to the bathroom, wash her face and then try to muster the energy to face preparing tea.

“Have you been crying again?”

“Yes,” her voice escaped her in little more than a whisper.

“Okay, I’ll be home as soon as I can to give you the biggest hug.” Despite her mood, she smiled. “Don’t worry love, we’ll get through this together.”

“Okay, see you soon.”

“Love you.”


Nothing beats hearing the right words at the right time. – Francheska

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