One Day

The babysitter was asleep on the sofa, mouth hanging bikers-in-city-image-by-sunayaopen, a slight dribble making a break down her chin. I crept quietly behind it then made my dash for the window, dropping to the floor then hid my tiny form behind the curtains. I stole a glance back to the sitter, she hadn’t moved. Taking it as a sign I raised myself a little higher until I could see out. My eyes soaked in all the flurry and excitement on the streets below, shimmering streetlight displays, late-night food sellers, market stall holders even a gang of bikers had joined in what seemed to be the after-dark party of my neighbourhood. How I longed to be part of the commotion. One day, when I am just a little bit bigger, no-one will be telling me bedtime.

Short fiction piece of 136 words for FFfAW challenge – This week’s photo prompt is provided by Sunayana with MoiPensieve. Thank you Su!

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Flames – #Writephoto

She swallowed the concoction, trying not to wretch as it burned its way down her throat. It was the only way, the way to see what had come before and what would come next, her spirit journey her grandmother had called it. Sure it had settled within her she closed her eyes sending a silent prayer to her grandmother, flame-image-by-sue-vincentthen opened them and gazed into the burning flame. The dancing embers relaxed and calmed her and soon her mind emptied of all thoughts just focussed on the glowing gambolling flickers of light. Soon they merged as one and a face reflected in the flames, at first she didn’t recognise it but soon she realised it was her own aged features that were looking back at her as the realisation hit her the journey took over.


Flinching at the light she blinked wildly. Where was she? The harsh white room didn’t look like anywhere she had been and the smell was so invasive. It was a hospital, a modern hospital. But why? Her people did not attend hospitals, they had no need, they had years of medical knowledge that had been lost or ignored by so many of today’s world.

“Hello?” she shouted but no-one answered. She looked at the machines but they made no sense. Giving up she tugged on the thing that was linked into her arm. It hurt but she thought she would get it loose, she gave another sharp tug and it came out. She rifled through the drawers in her cabinet and came across her clothes and a head scarf, that would do. She quickly got changed then wrapped her headscarf around her arm where the hospital thing had been.

Slowly she emerged from the room and out into the corridors. Everything seemed so quiet. Walking to the closest doorway she peered inside. Gasping at the sight, it was Merriam, the group elder, everything bandaged except her face. She tried to open the door but it wouldn’t move. She moved on slowly, guilt already consuming her at the thought of leaving Merriam behind. At the next door, she could see four beds in the room, two people were turned away from her but the two people closest she could see clearly, Abel and John. Again they were both fully bandaged but their faces were exposed, their bodies asleep. She tried the door but again it wouldn’t open. She turned to move down the corridor again but as she looked down her feet were bare, the clothes she had put on had vanished and she found herself once again in the hospital gown. She tried to move forward but her feet rebelled and she found herself returning back to her room and climbing into the bed. As she glanced once more at her scarf covered arm it had vanished and the thing had reappeared back in her arm. Despite her will to stay awake, her body refused and down her eyelids closed.


When she awoke the flames had died down and the cold that surrounded her bit into her skin. Ignoring it she pulled a blanket and rose to her feet. She had to go warn Merriam of what she had seen. Something bad was about to happen to her people, she knew it and she had to stop it. She prayed Merriam would listen.

I love this image, so intriguing. If you want to give it a go too, head over to Sue’s Page Thursday Photo Prompt – Flames #writephoto and join in the prompt.KL ❤

The Perfect Dream

I lay on the psychiatrists couch, my hands fidgeting, endlessly, my heart beating wildly, my eyes darting around the room.


This was not where I wanted to be. Not what I wanted to be doing. But I’d promised I’d come. The chaos had to stop.

She looked up from her notebook and smiled.

“Why don’t you tell me what you are feeling?”

The eye-roll escaped me before I knew it.

“Actually, forget that, I think with we might have another way of doing things. Why don’t you lie back in your chair and close your eyes.”

I was sceptical but I nodded, doing as she requested.

“Let’s pretend you are in a dream world, I want you to forget about everything else, and nothing else exists just you and the floating path. At the end of this path is your ideal moment of calm.” I smiled as her soft lilting voice spoke to me.

“Good, you see it. Now tell me where your path is leading. Where is your calm world?” I hesitate but she waits.

“I walk along the pathway. The route is empty, I am alone. At the end of the path stands a single tree, broad and tall. I sit down under leaning back against the solid trunk, then open the first page of a brand new book.”

Originally written to combine my #Maydays maydays-logo Books prompt with the photo featured on the Sunday Writing Prompt.

Clouds and Dreams

The dream world can be an amazing thing, it can reveal to you your wildest desires, your worst fears or just away of processing your days trials and tribulations.

I have always been an active dreamer and they can be quite vivid, a while back I had a horrid nightmare and actually remembered to make a record of it – most agreed it was quite creepy. If you have a read, let me know what you think. Who knows I might even have the foundation of a horror story there. 🙂

Unfortunately, I also sleep-talk. This is a family trait and both my parents do it. My mother does it so vividly that while on holiday in Tunisia one year, she picked up the phone and started having a conversation, the hotel had a 24 hour manned reception but unfortunately (or fortunately) their English wasn’t great, so they hung up on her and sent an English speaking member of staff to the room. On answering the door and having an intense discussion with the staff member who insisted the call came from our room, we realised what had happened, and my mother immediately blushed admitting she had dreamt she was on the phone to someone! We moved the phone to the other side of the room after that! Good job she hadn’t ordered room service – lol!  

So here is my Cloud and Quote combo. This photo was taken on a beautiful spot in Scotland, we really did feel like we could reach the clouds.

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 ———————————————————–#Writer’s Quote Wednesday & #BeWoWPart of #BeWoW, Be Writing on Wednesday and Writer’s Quote Wednesday – J.K. Rowling. Click HERE for more Quotes on hosted by Colleen Chesebro or HERE for hosted by Ronovan Hester.

I combined this with today’sJust Jot It January – 2016 JusJoJan 6th topicCloud

To find the rules for Just Jot It January, click here and join in today. It’s never too late! And don’t forget to ping back your January 6th post! The “Cloud” prompt is brought to you by Geoff Lepard at TanGental. If you don’t already know him, check out his blog!

Hope you enjoyed. Do any of you sleep-talk or experience vivid dreams?

KL ❤

Think Big and Plan Big

Moving in a forward motion….

I have big plans, really big plans. I don’t want to rule the world or anything (unless someone is offering me that job, then I might reconsider). But I have a life plan, it doesn’t always work, and things have a habit of going awry or worse, creeping up on you! But I know what I want and I work hard to make that happen.

My big thing this year is my novel, I am desperate to complete it and at 48,000 words I can see the end in sight. I know there is drafting and re-drafting and re-redrafting to do after before it goes anywhere, but the main thing is I want to get to type those two little words “The End”. Then sit back and know I did it, I made it happen.

I generally set one of these goals every year, something to strive for. Last year it was the wedding. I wanted to plan, organise and execute (and believe me a few family members were close to being executed) the day without too many hiccups. Not everything went to plan (it did rain a little, not great for an outside ceremony), but generally everything I arranged I managed to pull off.  Goal ticked off the list.

The year before that it was a mortgage and a house buy. This probably isn’t as big a deal as it felt at the time, my husband and I are on average wages but paying rent while saving a mortgage deposit is tough. I scrimped and saved every way I could, even reducing our full weekly shop down to less than £15 a week. I wouldn’t like to do it again, but I now know if times were tough I can do it and within a year we had done it, and saved a deposit and bought our first house. Goal ticked off the list.martin luther king - success

So after all that you’d think the novel thing would be easy right? Well, ask me on the 31st December and I’ll tell you if I did it (that’s if I haven’t screamed it from the rooftop before then).


Does anyone else do this extreme planning?

Following the nightmare

Has anyone’s dream ever followed them into their waking lives?the nightmare An odd question I know but this has happened to me a few times lately and it is a most terrifying experience. Although certainly old enough to know better I still suffer from nightmares. Put it down to a vivid imagination, or reading too late into the night (as my mother used to tell me when I was a child) or to stress (which seems to be the main explanation given for adults who suffer). Although all these things are quite probably true, it is just something that has plagued me most of my life and for the majority I am used to it. Last night’s dream though was of a different type that I have had a few times lately. This one involved my little cousin and our old house. I say little as that is how she was in the dream, she is now a full blown adult, but in the dream she was around 10 and the lively inquisitive young girl who used to follow me around everywhere, that is another reason I knew I was dreaming. A friend had told me she believed my cousin was being haunted, I asked her to explain more and she said she couldn’t, she just wanted me to know so I could keep my eye on her. Strange. In the next scene my cousin is in my front room, I tell her about her friend coming to me and she just shrugs and says “I dunno, maybe”. Then I am walking to her house in the dark (she only lives across the road, another sign of being in the dream), but still I am nervous as I walk, it seems pitch black, even though the street lights are on, they somehow enhance the darkness and create shadows everywhere. I walk past the fishpond in the garden and stare into the blackness, a small dot appears, causing a circle of ripples to cast across the water, confirmation that there is something there. As I walk to the front door it opens and the light from the house floods the pathway, her friend stands in the doorway, “It’s happening again”. I follow her friend up the narrow staircase and as she approaches the bedroom door, she steps to one side and nods towards the room. Before I enter I can hear the music coming from the room, not the usual kind of bubble-gum pop Emma listens to, but some kind of low, jungle, heavy bass, thudding, music. As I look in the room I can see Emma sitting at the desk her head bobbing to the music, she is chanting to it. “Em”, I shout across the room and painfully slowly Emma turns her head round to look at me. That is when I know it is true, my heart has been thumping the whole of the dream, it now begins to hammer in my chest. Her eyes. I can see it in her eyes. Her lips continue to chant, and she turns back around focussing on her task. I step into the room, I feel like I am rushing towards her but I must not be, as I take the time to notice the sound system on the small shelf on her desk has water leaking through it. And it is running onto the desk in front of her. Her hand is in the water. My mind starts to run, shouldn’t she be electrocuted, or is that just a myth? I pull her round to face me, yanking her arm of the desk. The chair swivels round easy as her body is limp. I start to shake her, I know I am shouting “Em, Em, Emma, Emma, come on wake up”. The eyes I stare deep into the eyes while I shake her, come on, I will her to wake. Her eyes begin to roll back in her head and her eye lids start to flutter. I must be getting through. “Emma, can you hear me, I need you to wake up now, I need you to listen to me”. I lift her small body from the chair and take her to the bed lying her down gently, the rolling her into the recovery position, I push the hair stuck to her face out the way. “Emma, please, please hear me, please just open your eyes honey”. I start to shake her again desperate, and watch as a manic grin spreads across her face. “Noooo, Emma I need you to wake up right now.” The small body starts to move I can see the battle going on behind her eyelids. Her body begins to cough, it is weak and pathetic but I know it is her and I reach out to help her, then I wake up. This is when my dream will not give in, despite having been so active in my dream, I am rigid in the bed, although my heart hammers my chest in panic. My whole body is straight as a board, like I am in a coffin, my hands trapped tightly to my side, my legs clamped shut together. The strange thing is my legs feel as though they are raised slightly off the bed. I look down on them and I know they are flat, I can see it but they feel as though they are raised slightly, and my mind overrules. Why can I not move, it feels as though my whole body has gone to sleep, almost as though I will have pins and needles any moment. The more my mind wakes up, slowly I regain control over my body I first manage to move my legs, then my clamped arms, I am then able to roll over. I know this whole process, only takes seconds, but when I first wake from the nightmare in this trapped state, it feels like minutes. As I roll over on my side, my mind replays the fragmented dream over and over again, while my eyes scan all the shadows in my room, just to make sure I am safe. Hopefully morning won’t be too long. Link