Stepping Stones – #writephoto

She walked hastily to the stones. It was her favourite time sneaking across to see him. All her friends told her no. She would get in so much trouble, but it was worth it for those few hours in his arms. They would run through the woods together, share sandwiches together. Last time it had been even more exciting, he had placed a daisy in her hair and leant in and kissed her. She couldn’t believe it and couldn’t wait to do it again.Even the rain couldn’t dampen her spirits.

She skipped happily towards the bay, but on arrival was devastated to see that the water was too high and the stone crossing was hidden beneath the waves. He waved to her from the other side but with little she could do, they both turned away. She stepped slowly and gloomily down the bay until she came across a stone shelter, glancing back she decided she wasn’t too far away, she could wait here until it was clear and then surprise him.

Nestled in she waited for hours listening to the water. Finally, her eyelids became heavy and she drifted off to sleep. She awoke with a start, then remembering where she was and her plan she looked out of her cave towards the stepping stones, they were clear. Clumsily she started to climb from the shelter. Her excitement mounted as she watched him emerge from the trees, had he waited for her too? Then from behind him stepped a girl. That was when she noticed, his hand was entwined in hers and the girl wore a daisy in her hair. To rub salt into the wound, he stopped and kissed the girl.

Walking back from the shelter to her home, her sanctuary, she wiped the dripping tears. She would never tell the others what happened by the stepping stones.

 

Stepping Stones by Sue Vincent

Stepping Stones Image by Sue Vincent

 

 


Originally Written in response to Daily Echo’s #WritePhoto challenge. Use the image to create a post on your own blog… poetry, prose, humour… by Wednesday 27th July and link back to Sue’s blog.

The Cave – #Writephoto

It had taken all I had to keep running. I hadn’t dared look back. The fear, if I had of done so, would have stopped me from running, and I had to run.

Spotting the cave, I made straight for it then crawled in, my breathing heavy, my heart pounding. I glanced left to right to make sure I was not an unwelcome guest in some creatures home.

I pulled my knees up to my chest and stared out towards the light but the sounds I had dreaded echoed towards me in the tiny space. The crunch of the gravel, the heavy breathing, and then the monstrous roar.

I shivered as darkness filled the cave, the creature was covering the entrance. I buried my face into my knees and tried not to whimper, tried not to breathe. Instead, I focussed on counting. 1..2..3..4..5..

Although my eyelids were closed I felt the light reappear in the cave. I dared not to look, I wasn’t ready, I continued to count.

I reached fifty and heard the sounds of retreat. Could that be possible? Unsure I crawled on my hands and knees towards the light.

Seeing the creature’s shadow move down the hillside I knew I was lucky. I didn’t know why but the gods had let me go free.

 

Look Out Cave Image by Sue Vincent

Cave Photo Courtesy of Sue Vincent

 

 

Originally written in response to Sue Vincent’s #Writephoto challenge using the above inspiring image. 🙂

Another Way

Yan cut through the tiny alleyway.

He knew it was a risk, if the market stall holder caught him here he would be trapped and they would beat him, but if he could just make it to the end he knew he could make his way down several other snickets and away to safety.

He had never wanted this life, never wanted to steal from innocent workers.

Fate had other plans and with a small child to feed he had no choice, but as he ran for his life, he couldn’t help think there had to be another way.

 

Alleyway photo by Jan Morrill

Alleyway photo by Jan Morrill

 

 

Originally written in response to Friday Fictioneers challenge. Using the above image create a short story in 100 words or less.

 

The Price of Fame

I once was a legend, a celebrity, in my own way.

Everyone wanted their photo taken with me.

Well, why wouldn’t they I was young and cute and smiley?

Exactly what the world would want to see.

Then complacency took over.

I was the norm, plain and boring just like all the others around town.

No-one took a picture with me. No-one even stopped to stare.

I just wanted to feel connected to the world once again.

So, I hatched a plan. It took a little help, but it was what I wanted.

I decided I would become as famous as Venus de Milo.

The only difference is she doesn’t have arms. Easy enough to fix right?

Well…

Strange Statue photo provided by Phylor

I might have misjudged the situation. Now people just think I’m broken!

Where is a stonemason when you need one?



Originally written in response to FFfAW

Two Little Letters

Ta

That little word of expression
Can fill the darkest day
When everything goes unappreciated
Those two letters go a long way

Thank you, cheers and ta
All do their own little bit
Of showing appreciation
Instead of acting like an ungrateful git!

It winds me up something rotten
When people are not polite
It’s so easy to say please and thank you
Doesn’t take long and makes everything right.

So Ta for popping by
I hope you enjoyed the rhyme
Scribbled for Stream of Consciousness Saturday
So pop by whenever you have time

thank you dog

My writing muse is always such a tease!

Ray Bradbury was quoted as saying,

“You must write every single day of your life…You must lurk in libraries and climb the stacks like ladders to sniff books like perfumes and wear books like hats on your crazy heads…may you be in love every day for the next 20,000 days. And out of that love, remake a world.”

I sigh and twiddle the pen around staring at the paper. The story has completely stalled, although my spiral-come-dragon doodle has turned out pretty well. Still not really what I was after. I glance at the clock. 2o minutes left. That’s all I’ve got. Why am I sat here

I glance at the clock. 2o minutes left. That’s all I’ve got. Why am I sat here doodling? 20 minutes until I am back into my normal life, cooking dinner, doing the housework, preparing for work tomorrow. Sitting at this desk, writing is my dream. The story has been spinning around in my head for two long days.Whispering as I walk the dogs, babbling as I bathe, humming as I hoover. This is your chance story, go wild, live your dream have your story told to the world,

The story has been spinning around in my head for two long days.Whispering as I walk the dogs, babbling as I bathe, humming as I hoover. This is your chance story, go wild, live your dream have your story told to the world, or at least, to my blank page. Yet now that vivacious voice that is normally so alluring, is napping when I need it most.

I sigh and stand up to pack my things back into my laptop bag. There is no point pushing my luck, I know when I have been beaten. Sighing I glance KL.Caley-Writing-Thomas Carlyle desk - Ray Bradbury quotequickly at the clock, I only had 5 minutes left anyway. As I step through the doorway, the voice whispers “What if the door opened on its own?” Bag down, notebook and pen out, objects everywhere, I don’t even seek the chair, plonking myself firmly on the floor and begin to scribble furiously onto the page.

My writing muse is always such a tease! 

 

“You fail only if you stop writing”. – Ray Bradbury.


Although meant to be a fictional post this week, I Writers Quote Wednesday Writing Challenge LOGO
fear this post is closer to reality than I’d have liked to admit. Alas, with the inspirational words of Ray Bradbury for my Writers Quote
Wednesday, who cannot resist the impulse to write! Not sure I really followed the theme this week….But anyway Check out Colleen @ Silverthreading 
and Ronovan’s at Ronovan Writes  for more inspirational quotes to keep you writing. 

KL

Beyond the Door – Conjuring for Beginners

Maddie opened the doorway just a jar and peeped out.She couldn’t believe it had worked.

Turning tentatively back into the classroom, she glanced around watching as others made popping, banging and whooshing noises.A few doorways started to appear.

Maddie struggled not to giggle as her friend Jess popped her head through her doorway and came back with singed eyebrows!

Smugly Maddie stood quietly and waited patiently for the teacher to come and inspect her doorway. She knew hers was best. Finally, she had got a spell right, maybe conjuring wasn’t so bad a class after all.

 

hobbit-door-Sue Vincent

Image Courtesy of Sue Vincent at Daily Echo

 

 


Written in response to the Beyond The Door challenge set by Sue Vincent at Daily Echo. I love this little doorway it seems to hold many secrets. 🙂 Thanks for the challenge and amazing photo Sue. ❤