Forging ahead with fictional endeavours: ~ Write a life on a page and hurry not to its grave; abhor not the coming age, for eternal is the next page. ~ Read what you will, I hope you will enjoy reading as much as I do writing.

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Writing process; you know you have one.

Cloze eys and throw Tablets down thrat.

… …
Smck self awake.
Guzle coffee.
Stair at papier.
Play wth omputer.
Sheepard thoughts.
Draino more cooffee.
Run Spellchecker.
Panic at red underlines.
Engage Insane Streak
Free Write Any Outrageous Thought That Enters Mind.
Begin thought processing
Sip coffee; guzzle water.
Horrible Realization.
Re-write again with smidgen of sanity.
Put Away before ruining Re-written version by re-writing again.

I suspect that in itself proves my creativity streak and my insane streak are one and the same.  I’m still alive, settled in in my new living circumstances; though I suspect it will be a long time till it feels normal.  But that’s a state I’m now adjusted too since normality keeps spooking like a chicken when a hungry fox appears.

I’m hoping to get back to semi-regular posts now. But I’m in no rush.  I’ve let myself get out of practice with writing so I will have to get back into practice first. Start slowly I think

Leap of Faith Part 2


Sunday Photo Fiction entry.  Part One is here.

Helga boxed Elendra’s possessions; face a frozen mask. Despite summer drafts; Helga was entombed in winter drifts. Her hand fell on Elendra’s ‘hidden’ diary. Bewitched by it’s siren call, she flipped through the last entries.


Mary wants to teach me. She says the visions and the voices are gifts. I tried to go to Mary, but the Cops forced me home. The locks are back but you’re acting too ‘normal’. What are you planning…


Meals taste funny today. Eric came for dinner; said it tasted fine. His probably was. Mary’s been quiet today. I need to go, can’t sit still. Eric has been soothing. Offered to take me somewhere tomorrow.  You looked relieved…


Mum, I’m going to live with Mary. I’m sorry you’ve suffered. Please tell Eric not to blame himself. You can have that ‘normal’ life. I’ll be free to live.

Helga dropped the diary. Tears streamed as her frozen mask melted. As though snow melted, buds of emotion grew once more.



This one’s for Friday Fictioneers.  Olivia featured earlier in ‘Typo‘.

Olivia ignored the beaten stray trailing along behind her. Some scraps, and she was forever loyal. Olivia had other concerns. Ever since ‘the incident’ local kids had taken to vandalising her property. She came to an abrupt halt as her precious home came into view. Fists trembled as nails bit into palms. Little Bastards! There they were… Egging her door! The stray sprang past, chasing the vandals off with ferocious snarls. Shrieks satisfied her ears. The stray sat down on her door-step with a sense of entitlement. “All right, Willa, you can stay.”

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