Prompt Four: A Band

Laura was lost in the music. Will watched her with a smile on his face. He wanted to remember this moment, the one moment that he could look back on and tell his children of a moment where he felt as though he belonged. Felt significant.

He had his arm draped over her shoulders, her soft brown curls hanging over his forearm. Her eyes were alive, bright, her smile enormous. She didn’t blink as though if she did the spell would be broken. The music was so loud he felt the drums in Laura, the bass in his chest, the vibrations in the air making his clothes shake and his skin tingle.

The singer crooned into the microphone, but it was so loud Will could only hear odd words. He could feel rather than hear Laura singing along to the song that had been playing in her car for weeks.

For this one moment, despite the music, despite the masses of sweaty people bopping and jumping in time with the music, Will felt very peaceful, like he had had an awakening of some despcription. He wasn’t dancing and neither was Laura, she was simply tapping her foot to the beat of the drum and nodding her head. It seemed to Will that Laura was in such a state of awe she wasn’t able to move.

He looked around once more, looking at the singer, the guitarist, bassist and drummer. He noted what they were wearing. He looked at the crowd, some were laughing, some were dancing, some kissing and some doing other things but he pretended not to see those. He looked at Laura and was instantly struck by her beauty. She had never looked so beautiful, never so carefree. He took a picture of her in his head.

For this moment, was the moment where his life began.


Pillow Talk

Lucy rolled over, her red hair spilling out over the pillow, almost like a halo. Her hands came together in a prayer position and slipped under her cheek. Her eyes fluttered open and her brown eyes were met with dark blue.

Dan had been watching her for a while. Still not quite believing she was real, and here in his bed. He smiled and leaned over and kissed her, holding his breath so he didn’t poison her with his morning breath. Her one hand came away from her face and interlocked her fingers with his. Dan rolled onto his back and Lucy smiled and repositioned herself, placing a hand on his chest and resting her chin on her hand so she could look at him. He ran his free hand over her hair, she closed her eyes in contentedness rather than being tired.

“Hopes?” She asked.

“To be financially stable. With my career that’s a pretty big hope.”

“Oh yeah, we’ll you aren’t called struggling artists for nothing,” she grinned, pushing herself up and kissing him.


“Oh you know, the usual,” she grinned. “Marry a prince and become a princess.”

He laughed.

“Plans for the next week?” He said.

“Never leaving this bed,” she said, hugging the duvet close to her. “You?”

“Try and not starve,” he winked.

“Stay in here with me. We’ll build a fort and live here and never leave,” she murmured. She was smiling genuinely.

“Don’t tempt me,” he laughed, kissing her hair.

“Why don’t you paint me? I’m sure I would earn you a lot of money, what with my impossible beauty,” she said, leaning up and tossing her red hair over her shoulder.

“I’m sure you would,” he said. “But I don’t think I could quite capture it. Besides, you’re not French.”

“Nice save,” she said slyly. “Favourite thing about me?”

“I quite like your face,” he said.

“That’s good, as it’s on show quite a bit,” she laughed. “I quite like your nose. It’s very roman.”

Dan laughed again, harder this time.

“Thanks, I think.”

She grinned. Her smile was large and infectious, although it wasn’t so big that he feared her face was split. It was almost like her face stretched to accommodate it, yet let it shine. He leaned his head toward her and kissed her lips softly. She laughed and quickly repositioned herself so she was sat on his hips. Her face hovered above his, her cute cutting nose touching the top of his roman one, her hair creating a red curtain around them. Her smile was small now, but still beautiful. Her eyes sparkled.



Prompt Three: An Alien

Sarah heard a noise. It wasn’t a noise she had heard before. The sleepiness still invading her mind, she fought to return to her dream, but the annoying beeping was right in her ear.

“George!” she groaned. “Get out of my room!”

“Yowzah!” someone shouted, as a door swung open and made a huge bang. Sarah’s eyes wrenched open. There looking at her was a bright-eyed man. Out of the corner of her eye, behind him she saw a bright blue thing. The man was grinning at her.

“Hello!” He cried with enthusiasm. “You’re Sarah Graham, yes?”

“Yes… How do you know my name?” she said, but just as he opened his mouth to answer her, she overrode him. “Actually a more important question would be,” she started. “How did you get into my room?”

“The TARDIS,” The man said simply. “The answer to both of your questions I’ve actually been here before, but you were much older then.”

Sarah’s head hurt.

“So you know me, when I’m older, but you’re younger… Are you Benjamin Button or something?”

“No,” The man replied “Though Benjamin Button is a work of fiction, the condition which he suffers, Ageus Reversus, does infact exist, though I do not suffer from it. I am a timelord from the planet Galifrey, and this thing here,” he gestured behind him to the blue thing which she now noticed was a Police box, “is a my time machine which I travel through time and space in.” The man had said all of this in under a ten seconds and Sarah took a moment to process it.

“So you’re not human?”

“Goodness no!” he replied. “But you humans are marellous creatures. Survivors. That’s what you are.”

“And what did you say that thing was?”  Sarah asked, pointing to the box.

“My TARDIS. Time and Relative Dimension in Space,” he said proudly. “It can take you anywhere in time and space.”

“Anywhere?” Sarah asked, sceptically.

“Sarah Graham, I’m the Doctor,” he said, holding out his hand. “Would you like to go on an adventure.”

A.N As much as I Love Doctor Who. I do not own him. I know this shouldn’t really count as a short story, but I couldn’t really pass up an opportunity when the prompt was Alien. Anyway I hope you enjoyed the story 🙂

Liebster Award Nomination

Hi Everyone, two posts in one day, you lucky devils!

I want to thank Tasha for nominating me for a Liebster Award! You can find Tasha’s blog here. Thanks so much for the nomination, I’d like to thank my Mom and Dad for believing in me. I would also like to thank Myself for buying me a laptop, and my cat for … believing in me…

But still this is a very exciting moment for me, because I haven’t been nominated for my writing before.

So people may be asking, what is this all about?

The Liebster Award is all about bringing the blogging community together and welcoming new people in. The award is presented to up and coming bloggers by their fellow bloggers. Not only does it help to bring them together, but it encourages people to discover new blogs.

The rules:

  • Link back to the person who nominated you.
  • Post 11 facts about yourself.
  • Answer the 11 questions set by your nominator.
  • Nominate 11 other bloggers with under 200 followers (you can’t nominate the person who nominated you).
  • Set 11 questions for your nominees to answer.
  • Let your nominees know you’ve nominated them.


  1. I have a serious addiction to reality TV shows. Mainly Coach trip.
  2. I am on of thirty two grandchildren.
  3. I have known my best friend since I was seven years old, and we are still best friends now.
  4. My favourite film is The Princess Bride
  5. I have an Oscar. For Funniest Cast Member. Okay, so maybe its not a REAL Oscar, but the sentiment behind it was very real.
  6. I have an obsession with hands. Mainly because I hate my own. But I can’t help but admire others hands. My hands looks like Over sized baby hands. I have knuckle dimples.
  7. I have worn glasses since the age of two.
  8. My Favourite toy is my Pink Rabbit, aptly named Pinky, given to me when I was a week old by my Grandma. And I still have her now.
  9. I can drive and have been for nearly a year
  10. I have a slight addiction to coffee. I say slight, I mean I can’t function without it.
  11. if given the choice between Hotel or a Tent, I will choose the tent.


1. What’s your favourite book?

I have two absolute favourites, not including Harry Potter.

Fangirl by Rainbow Rowell

The Book Thief by Mark Zuzak

2. What’s the first place you would visit in the world if you had the money to do so?

Here is when you find out I really am a big child inside. I would go to Universal Studios in America and Pop into Harry Potter world on my way home.

3. Do you have a party trick/talent that may not be well known?

I can split a deck of cards with one hand.

4. What would you say is the best gift you’ve ever received?

The gift of LIFE

5. What’s your favourite TV show?


6. Do you class yourself as a lover or a fighter?


7. Do you have a motto that you live by?

Don’t look back over the past for it has passed, don’t look to the future for it has yet to pass, instead look to the present and make it so beautiful it is worth remembering.

8. What was your first pet?

When I was born my parents already had two pets, so I class them as one. Meg and Biff two dogs, both of them Scottish Terriers crossed with Jack Russell Terriers. Hence why Biff looked perpetually old. Even as a young dog.

9. What would you say is the proudest moment of your life?

Going quad-biking when I really didn’t want to. I now know its not for me, but hey-ho lesson learned.

10. What would your dream job be?

Teacher by Day and a novel writing superhero by night. They would call me Word Whip. Because I’d whip you. With words.

11. Do you have any bad habits?

I would suppose my worse bad habit is my laziness. It gets to the point sometimes where I can’t even be bothered to put my clothes away.


  1. The Unspoken voice
  2. Stuff and Nonsense
  3. Cascading Thoughts
  4. The Witty Agent
  5. Evening Scribbles
  6. Sean Fraser
  7. Scrawlings
  8. Unravelling minds
  9. The Growing Pains of One Young Mum
  10. Bryony Honeysuckle
  11. Sammi Cox


  1. If you had a TARDIS and could go anywhere, past, present or future where would you go and why?
  2. Who or what could you not go a day without?
  3. Silence or sound?
  4. Warm Breakfast or Cold Breakfast?
  5. What quote inspires you the most?
  6. What song are you currently playing?
  7. What was your favourite nursery rhyme / fairy story?
  8. What is the last thing you do before you go to sleep?
  9. Have you read anything good lately?
  10. If you had to give yourself a new name what would it be?
  11. Is the glass half full or half empty?

Thanks again to Tash for nominating me! And I look forward to reading all of your responses 🙂

Bye for Now x

The Reading Habits Tag

I found this tag after my friend over at completed it and it looked like fun. So have fun reading this and getting to know my reading habits.

1. Do you have a specific place for reading?

When I’m at work, I read at my desk (during my lunch, not during the day!) and when I’m at home, where ever I can get comfortable. Before I could drive, I would read while waiting for my bus and then when I was on the bus. I will admit that it is one of the only things I miss about public transport.

2. Book mark or random piece of paper?

I’m really naughty, I only use bookmarks in hard back books, and they will be anything, actual book marks or random pieces of paper, I’ve even been known to use a KitKat wrapper. But I dog ear paper backs. Sorry.

3. Can you just stop anywhere in a book or do you have to stop at the end of a chapter?

I usually try and finish a chapter before I put my book down, but if I’m pushed for time, I will have to finish the sentence I’m reading, if not the paragraph.

4. Do you eat or drink when reading?

Yes, I do eat and drink. But I do like to curl up with a warm mug of coffee or hot chocolate. If I had to choose, I would prefer to drink.

5. Music or TV on when reading?

I do like to have background noise. I find it quite hard to concentrate on anything in silence. So I will either have head phones on or the TV when I’m at home. When I’m at work I have neither because I use my headphones when working, so I like to give my ears a rest and have the noises of an office as my background noise.

6. One book at a time or several?

Several. I have multiple books on the go. I have a few at home, one I read that is my main read. One is my go to read, if I don’t want to think too much or of I’m too tired to read part of my main book and then I also have a book in my office that I read at work. I also have one in my car for when I’m waiting for someone or something, and of course I have my kindle when I’m out and about.

7. Reading at home or elsewhere?

I can read anywhere. Anywhere. At all.

8. Read out loud or silently?

Silently. Unless I’m reading too someone!

9. Do you read ahead or skip pages?

I try not to skip ahead, bit if I’m finding the book is going on a bit and not getting to the point, I will read the last sentence or page to find out if the book is worth reading.

10. Breaking the spine or keeping it like new?

Breaking. Usually the books I but are second hand so they are already broken. But my mantra is a book is there to be read and enjoyed and you can read or enjoy your book if your obsessed with keeping it pristine, you would miss half the words off each page.

11. Do you write in your books?

Yes. I do. And I love when I find books in charity shops that have other people’s notes in. I wanted to start a project, by buying a book from a charity shop and reading it while making my notes, and then write my name in the front and put it back in the charity shop so another person can make their notes and put their name in. So hopefully in a few years the book will have loads of people’s views and thoughts in and I might find it again. Oooh I’m getting excited just thinking about it.

12. Who are you tagging?

All of you! Please leave links to your posts in the comments and I’ll be happy to take a look!

Prompt 2: A Tombstone A First Kiss and a Butterfly Collection

Write a story that includes: a tombstone, a first kiss, and a butterfly collection…

Freddie smiled, mostly to himself; after all he was pretty sure the butterflies wouldn’t appreciate the smile. Especially if they knew why he was smiling. He twisted the lid closed on the huge jam jar, after having quickly dropped some lettuce leaves and some flowers into the jar. After pulling the pencil from his ear and reaching over for his notebook, he rested his chin on his one hand and began sketching the newest member of the collection.

He was so into his butterflies he didn’t hear his mother knocking on his bedroom door. She opened the door and stood there watching him for a moment. Freddie turned to look at her. He noticed two things about her. Her face was drawn and expressionless. The shirt she was wearing belonged to his father. She walked into the bedroom and sat on his bed and waiting until he turned around.

His world crashed around him.

He seemed to have stopped functioning for a few minutes because the next thing he knew was his head was in his mother’s lap, her fingers running through his hair as they had done when he was younger. He didn’t say anything but he could feel her tears falling onto the back of his neck. He didn’t say anything because his own were falling onto her knee. He didn’t know how long they had stayed there, it could have been forever. That was how it felt.

For weeks the two of them pottered around as if nothing was wrong. They would get up in the morning. Freddie’s mother would get him ready for school. Freddie would walk to school with his friends and walk back. Mother would help him with his homework, they would eat tea, Freddie would go to his bedroom and feed his butterflies. He watched them, listening to the sound of his mothers cries. It was as if she were on auto pilot every moment that Freddie was around. He wondered what she was like when he was at school.

One Saturday, Freddie woke up early. He went down stairs and made his mother breakfast. He went to her bedroom and knocked on the door. There was no answer, he struggled to open the door with the tray in his hand, but he got it open and tiptoed in. Mother was still in bed, she was awake, and tears coursed silently down her cheeks. Freddie walked over to her side of the bed and put the tray on her bedside table. They made eye contact for a moment, before Freddie left. He thought he heard whisper ‘Thank you’ as he closed the door behind him.

Freddie had an idea. He went upstairs and got dressed. He looked around the room to make sure he had everything he needed. On the spur of the moment, he picked up his jam jar, and he made his way down stairs. He tiptoed around the downstairs and quietly let himself out of the front door, his jam jar clutched tightly in his hands.

Even on a Saturday morning, the graveyard was spooky looking. Freddie couldn’t see anyone else, apart from him. He made his way to the usually place he went with his mother. He placed the jar down on the soft grass and kneeled down behind it. He looked at the black marble cross in front of him.  And a girl popped her head from the other side.

“Hi,” Molly said.

“Hi,” he replied.  She walked around to his side and sat down cross legged on the floor. Freddie noticed her knees were dirty. She looked into the jam jar and then her big blue eyes met his green.

“You’ve got another one?” she smiled.

“Yes, it flew in the other day when I opened the jar to feed them,” he explained.

“Cool,” she grinned.

“My Dad’s left,” he said, simply. Even as a nine year old, he didn’t see the interest in beating around the bush.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Molly said, reaching over and taking his hand.

“I’m leaving. Me and Mum,” he said. “She said its just us now. We need to make a fresh start. I will be leaving next week for a new house.”

“How exciting!” she said, but her smile, though dimpling her freckled cheeks, didn’t reach her eyes.

“I’m not excited,” he said. “I’m sad. My Dad didn’t want my Mum, so he left me too. Mum says he has a new wife who he is living with. I hate him. I don’t want to move. I want to stay here.”

Molly stood up. She signalled to Freddie to stand up too. He did. She stood close to him. She took his hands. He noticed her blue gingham dress and red shoes. Dorothy. She smelt of L’Oreal Kids No Knots Swim shampoo.  Strawberry flavour. He could see every freckle on her nose. He saw her hair was more brown than black. She pressed her lips to his, and pulled back almost just as quickly.

“Remember me,” she said. He nodded. Too stunned to speak. She smiled, kissed his cheek, turned and ran away. Her almost black hair flying in the wind. Freddie watched as her blue dress became smaller and smaller and finally disappeared into the woods. He bent down to pick up his jam jar and turned to walk home.

“YES!” he cried, jumping in the air.

He smiled all the way home.

The Night

I do many things at night, in the city. I drive around. I go to 24 hour Fast Food drive through and eat them in a car park. There is just something about eating a double cheese burger and fries while drinking coffee at two am that makes it taste better than during the day. I drive down the Broadway, which is not like New York at all. Its just called Broadway because our little British City wants to be American.

I need milk.

Its coming up to two am, according to the clock in my car. The stars are hidden by the lights of the city, and people are beginning to tumble out of clubs, bars and pubs. Alot of girls are holding on to each other, giggling and barely managing to stay upright. Some of them not managing at all. Alot of boys are falling out of the door ways some being held back, some egged on.

Has that street sign always been there?

I used to be one of those people. I remember through a haze of fog and booze doing the same things those kids are doing. I smile to myself as I check the rear view mirror and carry on down the road I’ve driven a million times.

Is this real life?

If you ask me any question about this city, how do you get to place A from place B, I can tell you. But not the way you’d expect.

I need milk.

“It’s straight down Road D for about a mile, until you come to C Avenue,” is what Most People would say.

Woah! Was that a freaking bat?!

“If you go down F street and turn right onto E street and then take a left that’ll take you onto Road G and straight down there is B Cresent,” I would say. “There’re a bit more turns, but you’ll find its quicker.”

I gotta be at work in six hours.

I have lived in this city all of my life. I can even remember going on ‘Holiday’ to our caravan. Let me tell you that a ‘Holiday’ is not sleeping in a caravan in your back garden. But i still smile at the memories.

Green lights are so bright at night.

This city was wear I was born and raised, it taught me many things. The bus service is crap, don’t walk through the high-street after 10.30 or risk setting off the anti gang alarms. This city knew me, but I didn’t know it until after my son was born.

My son. My beautiful son who has my eyes and my partner’s lips. And the sleeping pattern of a Jeremy Kyle Episode. Unpredictable. And yet you could always count on him to refuse to go to sleep after his midnight bottle.


And yet driving around the city at night calms him. It doesn’t send him to sleep, I look at him now in the rear view mirror and he’s still wide awake. Gnawing on one of his toys. No, it doesn’t send him to sleep. We’ve done everything, tried to keep him awake during the day changing the routine but no, no sleep for Mommy and Daddy. I think he’s nocturnal. We take it in turns to take him for a drive like we take it in turns to change the nappies and feed him.

Row row row your boat, gently down the stream.

I look over at the skyline. It looks like the sky is tinged with the red orange of the dawn, but its the car lights from the motorway behind. But i know its time to start heading back home. We’ve got to try and put him down for a sleep before he makes me cry.

Who……. Lives in a pineapple under the sea?

Getting home is always too quick a journey even if i try and spend ages making the journey it is always too short. But I pull up in the drive way and pick him up out of his seat and take him back to the house. I walk straight passed the living room and kitchen and head straight into his bedroom and put him in the cot. He blinks up at me like he’d totally onto my plan. So i turn the singing mobile on and leave the room. Hoping to have a good cuppa tea before I go to bed myself.

Hush little baby don’t you cry, because I’m not gonna sing you a lullaby, Not because I’m mean but i just don’t sing, so I’m gonna do another thing. Hush little baby don’t you cry, I’m gonna drive you round all night.