With Sue’s permission, I took up the #writephoto reigns and asked you all to join in once again on this creative challenge. I’ve had so many wonderful responses and enjoyed each and every one. I have tried to reblog a few since the post went out so hopefully, you will have seen some of them trickling through, but here is the list below (if I have missed anyone, please let me know). It makes for fantastic reading.
I hope you’ll join me for another #writephoto challenge published today at 12 o’clock GMT.
Thank youall again for taking part in #writephoto and Sadje for sharing her photo with us – to enter your photo for the monthly guest photo spot, please email an image with a short paragraph about it to kl.caley@yahoo.co.uk for more info – visit here.
With special thanks to Sue who originally made the #writephoto challenge so meaningful for all of us.
The site was secluded and romantic, we could see for miles. The river was flowing wildly below, in contrast with the silent hills surrounding us. It was breathtaking and beautiful.
“Why have you brought me here?”
“You’ll see,” he said and pulled me towards him. The kiss was hard and passionate. “Come on let’s look around.”
I nodded, secretly worrying about my shoes, having ill-prepared for the visit, when he said day out, I had thought, shopping, a nice meal, maybe the cinema or the seaside, I had never imagined an abandoned Abbey in the countryside. He was so excited and pulled my hand.
We wandered among the stones, I was focussing so hard on not tripping over the lumps and bumps, I hadn’t noticed he’d stopped.
“Ben?”
“Sorry Jules, I was lost in thought. Did I ever tell you my family was from here?”
“No?” I moved towards him, he was so still. I put my arm around him. “It’s starting to get dark, maybe we should go?”
“No!” his voice came out sharply. “My family once owned this land. They were the patrons of this Abbey. I traced my family tree and it lead me here.”
“Wow… so what happened to them?”
“Oh, the usual, disease, wars, and of course Henry the eighth had a hand in destroying the Abbey.”
I wanted to get out, I wanted to see him smile that gorgeous smile that made me want to kiss him. This dark, sombre side to him was making me uncomfortable. On top of this, I was never comfortable in the dark, and the light was fading fast.
“I’m getting hungry,” I said, desperate to change the subject. “Shall we go get something to eat?”
“Wait, just one sec, I want to show you something. It’s important to me you see it.” He grasped my hand and led me through the stones, stopping at a beautifully carved tomb.
As he knelt down to it and turned to look at me, my heart skipped a beat, maybe he had brought me here to propose. It wasn’t my dream proposal but I suppose it was somewhat romantic.
“Jules, I love it here. This is the tombstone of my ancestor, my great grandfather.”
The tombstone was beautiful, very ornate but I couldn’t suppress that feeling in my gut that I just wanted to leave.
“That’s great, Ben but let’s head out of here, we can come back another day when it’s lighter but I want to leave now.” I turned to leave.
“No wait”, he grasped my wrist, holding hard.
“What?!” I couldn’t hide the irritation in my voice.
“I want you to meet him.”
“What?”
Ben pushed down a part of the ornate stonework, and it slid open revealing not a skeleton but a pale sleeping body. I gasped. That would prove to be the last thing I would do, as the eyes flew open and the body sprang from the tomb. Ben still had hold of my wrist so I couldn’t run even if my body would unfreeze to allow me too. Within seconds sharp fangs peirced my neck and I let out a scream, at that noise, Ben let go of me, after that I remember nothing else.
“Welcome back Grandad. Good rest?”
“I’ve had worse lad, that was a tasty treat, you’d done well.”
“Yeah, I quite liked that one but there will be plenty of others, right?”
“There certainly will my boy, you’ve got centuries to find the perfect partner. But there’s no rush for that. Now, I’m starving will we go get some more tasty morsels.”
Secret in the Stone – Image by KL Caley
Okay so time to come clean, as a few of you have spotted, I took the image upside down. This image was taken at the beautiful ruins of Egglestone Abbey. Egglestone is situated above the River Tees about a mile Southeast of Barnard Castle. The abbey of St Mary and St John the Baptist was founded at Egglestone between 1195 and 1198 for Premonstratensian canons. An interesting ruin which is free to visit. There are many tombs on the site but little on the information board about them apart from a large main tomb in the centre of the site.
With Sue’s permission, I took up the #writephoto reigns and asked you all to join in once again on this creative challenge. I’ve had so many wonderful responses and enjoyed each and every one. I have tried to reblog a few since the post went out so hopefully, you will have seen some of them trickling through, but here is the list below (if I have missed anyone, please let me know). It makes for fantastic reading.
As always, I would like to thank everyone for their contributions. Thank you too, to everyone who reblogged the prompt, round up and the individual responses! I love seeing how many different stories and poems can be born from one image. I have shared as many contributions as I could during the week, but all the posts are listed below, please click on the links below to read them and leave a comment for the author! A new prompt will be published later today and I will reblog as many as I can through the week and all contributions will be featured in the round-up on Thursday.
If you have written a post for this challenge and it does not appear in the round-up, please leave a link to your post in the comments and I will add it to the list.
With special thanks to Sue who originally made the #writephoto challenge so meaningful for all of us.
Come and join in!
I hope you’ll join me for another #writephoto challenge published today at 12 o’clock GMT.
This week’s response has been phenomenal, thank you all for participating and well done on such fabulous entries. I really recommend a browse through them with a nice cuppa.
I should start this post with an apology, it is named Dinosaur when in reality, I haven’t posted a dinosaur. Haha. In my defence, the photo originates from Teessaurus Park, often locally referred to as Dino Park. At the park, you will find brachiosaurus, brontosaurus, stegosaurus and tyrannosaurus sculptures, all in the company of the mammoth you find below. So whilst not being a dino himself, he definitely has a lot of dinos for company.
Dinosaur – Image by KL Caley
My entry:
Creeping out of the trees what do you see, a Dinosaur I hear you say Well, how can that be?
Aha it is not, a trick! you might shout It’s actually a mammoth, roaming about.
Well is that any better than a dino being free. He’s still quite large and could eat you for tea.
But does he eat meat? I thought they ate plants? I’ll be on my way, I’m not taking the chance!
With Sue’s permission, I took up the #writephoto reigns and asked you all to join in once again on this creative challenge. I’ve had so many wonderful responses and enjoyed each and every one. I have tried to reblog a few since the post went out so hopefully, you will have seen some of them trickling through, but here is the list below (if I have missed anyone, please let me know). It makes for fantastic reading.
This week’s prompt photo had all the fun of the farm. I am so pleased to have had so many creative responses from you all. Do have a read through them, they are fabulous.
It was actually taken during the first lockdown in 2020. Whilst all the supermarkets’ supplies were going crazy with people panic buying, I visited a local farmshop and had a little nosy around, whilst waiting to go inside. At the time, I was just happy to be outside, but I came across these little ladies who were noisily telling the world of their condition and this little fella wobbly legged wandering between them. It was the earth’s gentle way of giving me a reminder that life will continue. It might be difficult at times (birth being a prime example) but mother nature will find a way. I left the farm somewhat uplifted and humbled (and with a prized bag of flour).
The New Arrival – Image by KL Caley
My entry:
“The natural state of motherhood is unselfishness. When you become a mother, you are no longer the center of your own universe. you relinquish that position to your children.”
Jessica Lange
She sighed and stood up. Shushing her daughter gently. All her friends were dozing, awaiting the birth that would change them without them even realising.
“Let’s go mama”.
“Go where?” she asked whispering so as not to wake the others.
“Anywhere, I want to explore the world.” her daughter bleated excitedly.
“Ssshhh, shhhhh darling. You’ll wake the others.”
“What’s wrong with that, they can explore with us.”
She laughed, a deep chuckle.
“You have no idea my darling, you’ll learn one day, but these ladies are about to go on the biggest adventure of their lives.”
“Are they?” She looked around, unconvinced.
“Why don’t you come snuggle up with mama and I’ll tell you the story.”
“Okay, can I have some milk too?”
“Yes dear, of course. Snuggle up little one.”
There once was a strong, independent, ewe…
With Sue’s permission, I took up the #writephoto reins and asked you all to join in once again on this creative challenge. I’ve had so many wonderful responses and enjoyed each and every one. I have tried to reblog a few since the post went out so hopefully, you will have seen some of them trickling through, but here is the list below (if I have missed anyone, please let me know). It makes for fantastic reading.
This week’s prompt photo has a really fun feel to it. I am so pleased to have had so many creative responses from you all. Do have a read through them, they are fabulous.
I hope you all had a marvellous easter break (for those that celebrate this holiday) and enjoyed some tasty treats. I love the holidays but I seem to be plagued by a hate of all things cinnamon. So many yummy christmassy things have cinnamon and hot cross buns do too. Oh well more choccy instead.
Rabbit – Image by KL Caley
My entry:
The rabbit’s gathered round, ears down, fluffy cotton tails in the air.
Shhs ogojaojs pofpsfjs. Their hushed whispering flew over the air but no words could be made out.
Occassionally they looked up and over their shoulder to check no-one was listening, no-one was coming.
But one special rabbit was. As he’d sat alone in his burrow the previous evening, he had taken a cupcake and put a candle in the centre. Closing his eyes tight, he made a wish.
The next morning on his bedside lay a comical pair of glasses. Laughing he placed them on and went to the mirror to check them out.
“What?!” he exclaimed, followed by a sharp intake of breath. For in the mirror, there was no reflection, just the glasses.
I can have some fun with this, he thought. The next day he took a stroll through the village donning his new glasses.
No-one noticed him, but then that was nothing new for Bradley, no-one had ever noticed him.
On his walk, he came across Mrs Fuzz. Mrs fuzz was carefully sorting apples into baskets, as she turned to collect some more he quickly took a delicious red apple from the top of her pile and walked off with it. If anyone had noticed they would have seen a floating apple slowly disappearing in the air bite by bite.
Around the next corner, he stood outside Mr Downy’s burrow, watching as the old rabbit stomped and chuntered away. Bradley crept closer until he was right behind Mr Downy. He let out a giggle but Mr Downy was so engrossed in his task he didn’t even notice the sound. Every time Mr Downy placed down a tool, Bradley picked it up and moved it to the other side of Mr Downy. He stifled a giggle at his own genius. Several times Mr Downy let out a frustrated groan when his tool was missing. Then to find it again.
“I’m loosing the bloomin’ plot”, muttered Mr Downy as yet again another tool seemed to move on it’s own.
Continuing on his way, Bradley came across the huddled bunnies. Why was he always left out? Thinking quickly he made his way over to the hedge then hovered just above the bunnies secret discussion.
Not quite quick enough he heard the last few lines.
“So we’ve agreed, party at the old roost at 7.” All the bunnies nodded then began to hop with excitement. Disbanding they set off on their way.
A party? thought Bradley, and I’m not invited. He disappeared back into the bush and curled up tight into a ball. Before long, he was asleep.
When he woke up it was dark outside. Oh no, thought Bradley, what time is it?
Without a thought he made his way to the old roost but when he arrived there was no lights on and it was silent. This was weird. He walked up to the door and pushed it open.
“Surprise”, all the bunnies shouted. Lights came on, music started and everyone began to sing, “Happy Birthday to you”.
“For me?” Bradley asked, and then surprised he touched his head. His glasses, he didn’t have them on, everyone could see him. As realisation hit that Bradley had left his glasses in the bush, he had no time to dwell as soon people where frusting him forward.
“Look at this Bradley, look at this!” They shouted excitedly and everyone made space to show Bradley a wooden cart.
“What do you think Bradley?” said Mr Downy, standing back and admiring it proudly.
“It’s beautiful.”
“I had hoped to get it painted but it took me longer than normal to make the thing for you.” Bradley gulped guiltily.
“For me?”
“Of course, it’s our special birthday present to you.” Bradley was awestruck, words stopped in his throat and he felt his eyes well up.
“Over here Bradley.” Someone shouted and within seconds he was spun around and pushed towards a generous buffet.
“I’ve made all your favourite’s Bradley.” Said Mrs Fuzz excitedly, then whipping round she picked up a huge Apple pie. “Better than a birthday cake isn’t it Bradley?”
He nodded and once again the bunnies burst into a chorus of “Happy Birthday to you” whilst the apple pie was presented with a candle on the top.
“Make a wish Bradley”, they all shouted.
“Oh I don’t need one,” he said. “I have everything I need right here.”
The next day Bradley searched the hedge high and low but he couldn’t find any trace of the glasses.
With Sue’s permission, I took up the #writephoto reigns and asked you all to join in once again on this creative challenge. I’ve had so many wonderful responses and enjoyed each and every one. I have tried to reblog a few since the post went out so hopefully, you will have seen some of them trickling through, but here is the list below (if I have missed anyone, please let me know). It makes for fantastic reading.
This week’s prompt photo has a really fun feel to it. I am so pleased to have had so many creative responses. It’s certainly had my mind whirling with ideas. This table is always a favourite landmark of my young son’s, every time we take a stroll in the park he makes a beeline for it. Despite being two, and pretty tiny, he never chooses to sit on the smaller chairs, instead always opting for a larger one. It’s a mysterious thing the mind of a two-year-old.
Table – Image by KL Caley
My entry:
At the top of the table, the small chairs owner barked his orders.
“Food”
Immediately food appeared.
“Hot”
The food was immediately blown to cool.
“Water”
Water glass was filled.
“Juice”
The juice cup was served.
“Spoon”
The spoon was placed to the right of the plate.
“No”
The spoon was launched to the floor.
“Fork”
A fork was presented and finally to his masters pleasing accepted.
“Sausage”
An excited cry of triumph as the master begins to eat.
At last, the wary servants made their way to the larger chairs at the bottom of the table, praying their meal was still hot.
With Sue’s permission, I took up the #writephoto reigns and asked you all to join in once again on this creative challenge. I’ve had so many wonderful responses and enjoyed each and every one. I have tried to reblog a few since the post went out so hopefully, you will have seen some of them trickling through, but here is the list below (if I have missed anyone, please let me know). It makes for fantastic reading.
This handsome fella is at a local park to me called Hardwick Park. It’s a favourite place of mine and even on a busy day, you can normally find somewhere peaceful to take a bit of a break from it all. This guy is often surrounded by swans, geese and ducks (not to mention the odd seagull) but seems to be having a bit of peace himself when the photo was taken.
Neptune – image by KL Caley
My entry:
“What’s happening?” asked Hera.
Ares could barely contain his excitement. “It’s finally happening, I always thought it would be that pesky Mars whose always strutting his stuff and taunting me but I know he’s all bluff and blunder.”
“What’s finally happened?” asked Hera, impatience beginning to show.
“Those pesky Romans started it!”
“Started WHAT?”
“I never thought it would be those wishy-washy water gods that would be the first to come to blows though.”
“Come to blows? What exactly is going on?!” Ares heard Hera’s mom-voice come out and new she meant business.
“Well Neptune made fun of Poseidon’s fork…”
“Trident.” Hera corrected.
“Well, yes, and you know how sensitive Poseidon is about that.”
“I don’t understand, Neptune has a fork, blast, I mean Trident too.”
“Well after the fork slander, Poseidon said Neptune was only the god of fresh water, Poseidon was god of the whole sea”.
“Oh for god’s sake.”
“Hera, where are you going?”
“To do what all mother’s do, speak to Ops and get this all sorted out! There is more to life than names and war!”
Hmmmpphhh. Ares let out a sigh, it had been ages since he’d seen a good battle.
With Sue’s permission, I took up the #writephoto reigns and asked you all to join in once again on this creative challenge, and even though it’s only week 2, I’ve had so many wonderful responses. I have tried to reblog a few since the post went out so hopefully, you will have seen some of them trickling through, but here is the list below (if I have missed anyone, please let me know). It makes for fantastic reading.
I hope you’ll join me for another #writephoto challenge published today at 12 o’clock GMT.
Thank youall again for taking part in #writephoto-neptune, with special thanks to Sue who originally made the #writephoto challenge so meaningful for all of us.
This is a book of poetry about a small dog named Ani, her human (Sue) and how they spend their life together. I wouldn’t normally purchase a book about poetry but I loved this book. In fact, I devoured the whole thing in one evening. Each poem was more than that, it was a story, a capturing of time and a glimpse into the wonderful relationship with man’s (and woman’s) best friend. Ani is a smart, sassy pup who keeps her human on their toes.
Being owned by a small dog myself, I could relate to many of the tales (particularly regarding the dreaded bath-time). As my own little four-legged companion is 16 in human years, the scale of ball-throwing related activities is much less these days, instead she can normally be found snoring in her basket, or checking out the perimeters for the maverick squirrel who visits now and then. I imagine in her younger years, she and Ani would have made great friends. I often think it’s useful to see an extract of a book to get an idea of the writing style. Here is a brief extract so that you can see a sample of the writing yourself:
You’ve Stolen all my poems, Put your name upon my book… Do you think that I cannot read? Or that I will not look?
Overall View: A fabulous book. Great writing, lovely images and a brilliant display of quick wit. A book so many will relate to (two-legses and four-legses alike). Ultimately capturing that marvellous unexplainable thing called love. Please leave a like if you think my review/feedback of the item was helpful to you. Alternatively, please contact me if you want me to clarify something in my review.
To think a little over five years ago, the wonderful Sue Vincent of Daily Echo (and The Silent Eye) posted this most intriguing image:
Beyond the Door – Image by Sue Vincent
Last Thursday, with Sue’s permission, I took up the #writephoto reigns and asked you all to join in once again on this creative challenge, and boy, what an amazing job – so many wonderful responses. I have tried to reblog a few since the post went out so hopefully, you will have seen some of them trickling through, but here is the list below. It makes for fantastic reading. I’ve also included the original entries from Sue’s post here too.
I cannot say how excited I am that we have recieved our first entrance to the #writephoto prompt – Beyond the Door. And what an amazing entry to kick off the re-launch. Thank you so much willowdot21. I especially loved the ending. ❤
Beyond the Door – Image by Sue Vincent
The convent was surrounded by an ancient stone wall. For centuries there was no entrance or exit gate or door. Novices when first admitted had to use an old wooden ladder and take a leap of faith to enter. Food supplies and correspondence was pullyed over the walls by means of bucket and rope.
