Finagle – (Six Sentence Story #130)
It wasn’t that Dad’s handwritten will had no date; it did … Friday February 2011. Hells bells and various other words to that effect. It had been witnessed by Dad’s next door neighbours, […]
Lucid – (Weekend Writing Prompt #179)
It was another lucid dream, one where she hadn’t really grasped how or why it had started but she knew that she was dreaming and quite keen to change the […]
Asinine – (Weekend Writing Prompt #178)
Have you ever done anything so absolutely asinine that you blush up every time you think of it? Like falling backwards down the stairs and knocking yourself out after one […]
Ode to Heather – (Weekend Writing Prompt #117)
I have this bestie called Heather, Who can most certainly blether, There’s nowt she can’t regale, When telling a tall tale; Love it when we get together. (27-Word Limerick) Post […]
Zany or What? (Weekend Writing Prompt #176)
Hardly what you would describe as subtle, this new boyfriend of mine. He makes me laugh out loud though. Do you know what this crazy clown proffered the other day? […]
Putting to Rights (Weekend Writing Prompt #174)
Another busy week for the writer, with three online board meetings. Her blogs had taken a backseat. Plus, typing had been tiresome after the hand operation. Recovering, slowly, she now, […]
Artificial Intelligence – (Weekend Writing Prompt #173)
The frown was barely perceptible; just a glimmer that flashed across the forehead. You’d have seen it, if you’d been watching carefully … “Artificial intelligence … how rude! Do these […]
Jostle – (Weekend Writing Prompt #170)
Pandemic aside, it’s that time of year, when the great unwashed jostle for prime position on the beautiful beaches here on the south-coast. While the hoi polloi quaff champers on […]
Unwelcome – (Weekend Writing Prompt #163)
It wasn’t long before Bournemouths’ beaches nearest the two piers had filled with bodies of all shapes and sizes. It was bound to happen, wasn’t it? It’d been forecasted the […]
Obdurate? – (Weekly Writing Prompt #161)
Frankie, the grammarian at tonight’s Toastmasters meeting, smiled resolutely. He was adamant that he would get just the right choice, for the ‘Word of the Evening’ challenge. He had taken […]
a Muster of Minis
It just so happened that I left Hythe a little bit earlier than planned this Sunday, the sun was peeping out from behind a puff of wispy clouds. I was […]
