Father of the Bride

7 pound, 8 ounces. 17 inches long. You had brown eyes, the colour of chocolate, and a shock of red hair. Your skin was soft and tan, it shouldn’t have gone with your red hair, but it did. You were the most perfect thing I had ever seen in my life. And the most terrifying. I knew in that moment that I would do anything to protect you.

I held you close and counted your finger, all ten present and accounted for. You looked up at me as I kissed your tiny little hands and I knew that you knew everything that could be known in the universe. You knew who I was; you also knew where you had come from.  The next time I saw you, your skin had paled, your hair stripped of it redness. Your eyes were blue, your skin a creamy pinkish colour with chubby cheek the colour of roses, hair a soft, fine blonde.

You were four weeks old when you first smiled, and you smiled at me. Your mother said it was wind, but I knew it wasn’t. You had a special smile for me, it was the one lat nearly broke your face in half, and made your eyes so wide; it looked like the sky would come out of them.  I loved you more than I ever thought possible, every day I realised I loved you more and more.

Your first day of school was something. You cried, your mother cried. I cried, a little bit but I won’t go into too much detail about that. There you were in your little uniform, pleated knee length skirts, a white polo necked t-shirt and a red jumper with the logo of your school on. Your Aladdin lunchbox gripped tightly in your hand holding the jam sandwiches and Drifter bars you loved.

When you went to secondary school, a little piece of me died. My little girl was no longer my little girl. Soon she would be a dreaded teenager, temper tantrums, make-up, underwear. Ugh. Where had my baby gone? Surely she wasn’t this person in front of me giving me lip for wanting her home by 8.30. You’re 11 I would say, where are you going to go that you would need to stay out past 8.30? But no matter how much lip you gave me, and how many times you forged my signature to get out of P.E. you were always my little girl, and you used to prove that to me on Christmas.

You would always wake up at the crack of dawn and try and go and open your presents, but your mother and I would always send you back to bed. Something you may not remember, we always used to put the presents under the tree. Why don’t we know? You ask. Well one Christmas, your Nan and Granddad decided to stay for Christmas and who did we find at midnight trying to sneak down the stairs but you and granddad, setting up a trap for Santa. It was after that night that we told Father Christmas to leave the presents in our room and he obliged, he didn’t appreciate traps.

My biggest dread came when you were seventeen. You came home from work. Daddy, you said, I’ve met someone, I think he’s the one. And I closed my eyes and wished to go back seventeen years and do them all again.  Because I would gladly go through all of that again than for my little girl to come to me and tell me I’m not the only man in her life anymore. I told you that you were too young to be seeing anyone, but your mother told me not to be silly. She said that no matter what happens, women are still little girls and will always need their Dad’s to protect them, and it’s the same with boys and their mothers, before you go all feminist on me! You know what your Nan’s like to Mum when she’s had a few.

When I met this young fellow of yours, I told him, if you hurt one hair on my daughter’s head, I will string you up by your toes and leave you there. And I wasn’t joking, you know that don’t you, James? See, he knows.  But he turned to me and he said, Sir, I won’t hurt your daughter, because I love her, she is the most precious thing in the world to me. And a little more of me let go.

When he asked me for permission to marry you, I told him as long as you said yes, what I said didn’t matter. As long as you loved him, and you wanted to spend the rest of your life with him, I understood. But I went home that night to your mother and I cried, because you didn’t need me anymore. You had him, and you would have him a lot longer than you would have me.

When I saw you this morning, dressed to the nines in that beautiful dress and your makeup, you looked like an angel. Like the angel I saw in that hospital room twenty four years ago. And I realised then that it didn’t matter how old you are, how old you look or act, you will always be that baby they handed to me so many years ago. Even when you refused to do your top button up and wore your school tie round your belly button, even when I had a call from the head teacher to say you were in detention. To me, you will always be that little girl with the sky in your eyes and the world in your brain. And you will always be my little girl and I will always be your loving father. I love you so much, darling, I wouldn’t have you any other way.

To my daughter, the beautiful bride.


The Adventure of Lydia, Josephine and Caroline

This time I thought I’d share with you a quick story I wrote quite a while ago. Its a take on children’s story but with a twist.


Lydia, Josephine and Caroline were very good friends, and so they decided to go for a hot air balloon ride for some fun.

But they began to lose height, so first they threw out the food. But it made no difference.

So they threw out Caroline, because she was the biggest and least important.

Just as they began to get high up in the air again.


The balloon popped and Lydia and Josephine tumbled from the sky…

BUT because their dresses were SOO big, they turned into parachutes and they floated down safely.

Lydia and Josephine made it safely to Earth and just in time for dear old Caroline’s Funeral too.

What luck!

However, because of the shock, their faces never returned to their original shapes.

Poor old things. How will they do anything now?

Poor Little Lambs

The Days of Amelia Rose

The first time I saw Amelia Rose, it was in the cafeteria. I had looked up to give George a sarcastic stare and she was there just behind her. She wore a black top, loose grey jogging bottoms and her hair tied up in a knot on the top of her head.

She didn’t wear any makeup and she carried very little on her tray. She glanced around the room and then made her way to an empty table. She put her tray down carefully and dumped her grey duffle bag on the seat next to her and pulled out a battered book and opened it.  She read with one hand and ate an apple with another. I watched for a few minutes, marvelling at how she could turn the page with one hand.

George waved her hand in front of my face. She had been speaking to me and I had been ignoring her.  Not ignoring. I didn’t know she was speaking. I turned my face away from Amelia and forced myself to regain the conversation with George.

The second time I saw her, I didn’t see her. She bumped into me and we both dropped our books. I scrambled to the floor to pick them up, I handed her a book that wasn’t mine and she thanked me. She was wearing the same jogging bottoms but this time a loose fitted t-shirt with the words “Made in 1993”.

“I’m Jack,” I said. “Holden.”

“Amelia Rose,” she replied. Her voice did not match her face. It was quite deep and husky like she was a smoker, I knew from later she had never smoked a cigarette in her life, she valued her body and throat.  Her face was sweet, like a Sindy doll, with large eyes and small rosebud lips, but with less of a forehead. I thought she was beautiful.

I offered to walk her to her class and she accepted. Her class was in the Art Department, Dance Studio. Her clothes made sense she was a dancer.

On the third day I learned she wore tights under her jogging bottoms and a leotard under her t-shirt.  I would later learn she fell asleep on her right side and slept on her left side, she wore her makeup only when she was on stage or on a date. She had eighteen freckles spattered on her nose and cheeks, thirty on her shoulders and back. She was ticklish on her left foot and both of her sides.  Her toes all but crippled from the amount of time she spent on them.

The fourth time I saw her she needed help with finding a book in the library, I offered to help her. We ended up talking about books for three hours, and I walked her to class again and plucked up the courage to ask her out. She smiled shyly and agreed.  I had a free period so she asked if I wanted to stay. I watched her dance. It was like she was on a cloud, her feet barely touched the ground. She moved with air and grace.

The fifth day was the first time I saw her with make-up, I told her she looked beautiful. I thought she had looked beautiful the first time I saw her, but my pride wouldn’t allow me to say that yet.  She was wearing a floaty yellow dress that contrasted well with her chestnut hair. She smiled and took my arm. We walked to the restaurant and spoke well into the night.

Those first five days were the beginning of our relationship, her father would later comment that we were like a fine wine, getting better with age. Amelia Rose was a kind person, who wasn’t popular but wasn’t unpopular. She was a recluse, but pleasantly so. She spoke to those who spoke to her and a very chosen few were classed as her friends. She was beautiful without make-up, inside and out, her children were just as beautiful. I was thankful for those five days with her.

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 🙂

Prompt 1: An Apartment

Your character moves into a new apartment. On the surface, the place seemed ideal, but his/her first night there, your character discovers a terrible problem with the place that s/he didn’t take into account…

Closing the door behind my mother as she left. I leaned against the wooden door and looked around. I took in my brand new home. Everything was brown. The floor was an orangey brown with the floorboards. The doors were a sandy brown with the wood, and the walls matched the floor. I was tempted to look out of the window and see brown and sure enough there was a tree right outside.

But it was my home. My first home. And I was so excited. I looked around, just to make sure I was alone, and then ran around the room, skidding on the laminate flooring like I did when I was a kid. Grinning like a Cheshire Cat, I ran from room to room, checking it all out. When I reached the living room, I fell backwards onto the sofa laughed giddily to myself. I sat there for a moment and then decided I would watch my first movie in my home. Alone. Oohoo.


“Yes,” I said. “Mum I’m absolutely fine. Honestly!”

“Are you sure? This is your first night, are you sure you don’t want me to come round?”

“I’m fine. Please, I want to stay here on my own. I will have to stay here eventually.”

“Alright then.”


Suddenly I woke up. My heart thudding. I look around, I couldn’t see anything, but something was making a noise. I got up, wrapping my dressing gown around myself and walked from room to room, checking out everything. I went back into the bedroom and looked around.

I thought I saw something out the corner of my eye. I wrapped my gown tighter around myself and made another trip around the flat. I definitely saw something.

I whirled around.

And jumped out of my skin.

There, staring at me through the window, were the two large amber eyes of a barn owl.

“Hoohoo!” it screeched through the glass. So that was what woke me up, that horrible sound. I double checked the window and yes, they were closed. But of course, because of the price, single glazing. The sound came through the window as if it were paper.

I sighed a breath of relief, at least it wasn’t someone trying to jump in my room. My heart was still pounding, but I would have to try and go back to sleep, I would have to be getting up in five hours. I pulled back the covers to the bed and got back in. Pulling the duvet over myself and snuggling up to get warm and comfortable.


I rolled my eyes, rolled over and put the radio on quietly.


It was going to be a long night.


Hi! So here is my first message. I thought seeing as we’re all new here I’d give you a little information about myself.

But first lets find out why we’re here. I want to be a writer, so I thought I’d share with you my stories so I can grow and improve and you guys can tell me what you think. Think of me as the story teller and you guys are the story fixers (if need be!)

Sp here are 25 things you ought to know about me!

Question 1: Do you have any pets?
Yes, I have a cat Tess, but she doesn’t live with me. She lives with my grandad. However I am more of a dog person.
Question 2: Name three things that are physically close to you.
My iPod, phone and computer (I guess that says a lot, doesn’t it?)

Question 3: What’s the weather like right now?
It’s chilly, and misty. The sky is white not a slip of blue anywhere. A typical pre-autumnal day in Britain.

Question 4: Do you drive? If so, have you crashed?
Yes I drove, and I haven’t crashed as such, but I did misjudge a parking space a scratch my own car and someone else’s petrol cap.

Question 5: What time did you wake up this morning?

Question 6: When was the last time you showered?
This morning

Question 7: What was the last movie that you saw?

Question 8: What does you last text message say?
I know right?!

Question 9: What is your ringtone?
20th Century Breakdown

Question 10: Have you ever been to a different country?
Yes, I’ve been to France, Holland, Italy and Spain

Question 11: Do you like sushi?
Yes I love it

Question 12: Where do you buy your groceries?
ASDA, or Sainsbury’s or Morrisons

Question 13: Have you ever taken any medication to help you fall asleep faster?
Only Kalms

Question 14: How many siblings do you have?
I have one brother who is older than me

Question 15: Do you have a desktop computer or a laptop?
I’m going sound like I’m rich, but I have both. I have a notebook which I use all the time and a desktop which I use for games. I.e the sims

Question 16: How old will you be turning on your next birthday?
I’ll be turning twenty, in two days in fact

Question 17: Do you wear contacts or glasses?

Question 18: Do you color your hair?
I used to, but I prefer being a blonde, they do have more fun.

Question 19: Tell me something you are planning to do today.
Picking up my friend from the train station and then going to the cinema

Question 20: When was the last time you cried?
The other day because I may be losing my job next month

Question 21: What is your perfect pizza topping?
BBQ chicken

Question 22: Which do you prefer, hamburger or cheeseburger?
Cheese burger, definitely

Question 23: Have you ever had an all-nighter?
Yes with my best friend. We attacked a spider and then played the sims

Question 24: What is your eye colour?

Question 25: Can you taste the difference between Pepsi and Coke?
Yes and Pepsi is better, it’s slightly sweeter and doesn’t leave that horrible after taste.

Thanks for reading


Me xxx