Honour and Understanding – Friday Fictioneers

begin-the-routeNever in a million years would I believe I was here, now, looking at her dead body laid out on a hospital bed. It only seems like a week ago we started our big adventure. Illinois to LA, just me, her and route 66. We’d planned it for so long, and now this was our time. She had just got the all clear from cancer, and we had a one-way ticket to the perfect future. Best friends forever. Well, that is what I thought. However, it is clear now that that is exactly what she wanted, she wanted me to feel like that, she wanted her last few weeks chemo free and with me. I should be angry, hurt or let down in some way. However, sitting here now reading her letter she’d written to me and carried all this way, thinking of all the memories we shared on this trip and our life, all I feel is honour. Honour to of known this beautiful woman and honour to call her my best friend. If I can be half the woman she was I know ill be fine.

Word Count: 188

Thank you Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for this weeks ‘Friday Fictioneers’  Take a look and see what you can do :) Highly recommended!

Day 1: Write 10 potential titles. For novels that you’d like to write about.

Some of these are titles I have already used, and some are new.

  • The Quack
  • Gothic Pathway
  • The Valentine Torment
  • Senseless Suicide
  • Love, Loss and CP
  • Head Strong
  • Promises and Lies
  • Death By Christmas
  • Through The Eyes Of A Loved One
  • In God We Trust


Children are so pure, so tabula rosa,

So where does it all go wrong?


Is it in the prima donnas paraded on tv?

Or is it the carte blanche attitude that we all can see?


But what exactly is the modus operandi on helping your magnus opus stay so pure?

After all we all feel we are helping in a bona fide way.


Well, c’est la vie, I just don’t know anymore,

Tempus fugit and then they are grown up.


Leaving their alma mater and out on their own,

En route to adulthood.


Carpe diem, that’s all you can advise,

Getting déjà vu of your own history inside.


The uncertainty of what’s next to come,

It isn’t bon voyage, even though you feel unneeded, like your work here is done.


By Liz Daniels


To touch, to mould, to change, to incubate,

To scold, to punish, to bully, to manipulate.

To bruise, to harm, to fix, to educate,

The perfect person in which you cultivate.

To have and to hold, till death you illustrate.

But now your left with no one to intimidate,

Because leaving is the last thing you ever anticipate.

You try to change things, you try to communicate.

But the damage you did, you wont ever vindicate.


By Liz Daniels

A Bureau of Ages – Friday Fictioneers

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As I sit down feeling the leather hug my skin and I can feel it begin, the warmth that comes over me as my eyes transfix onto the clean, matt white sheet. I open my drawer to my collection of pens and carefully take the one which calls me. I close my eyes as the words begin to flood my mind. I open them again and look at my great grandfather’s picture ahead of me, 4 generations this bureau has served us. I take a deep breath and begin my calling.

Word Count: 91

Thank you Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for this weeks ‘Friday Fictioneers’  Take a look and see what you can do :) Highly recommended!

Sunday Photo Fiction – 10th August 2014 – The Best Day Of The Year!!

Sunday Photo Fiction challenge is a chance for people to produce a piece of flash fiction, aiming for around 100-200 words based on a selected photo prompt. I hope you enjoy it.

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Word Count 232

I love Airshows, the excitement, the rush, the way you can witness some amazing things you probably won’t see again. The people, the food, the drinks, the exhibitions and talks. Yeah, Airshows are the bomb.

I love looking around and having the sense of unity as everyone has their noses to the sky, hands up to shield their eyes from the smouldering sun. The sounds of chatter and music in the distance, both of which you can hardly hear from the whooshing noise of the planes dancing in unison.

The best part about it though, is the fact that it’s free, well free for me anyway. All those lovely bags laying around as the owners watch intently at the sky, the drinks, which are just dying to be drunk whilst their previous owners leave them for a second so they can get a bit closer.

Best time of year for people like me, well what do they expect? Coming for a day out with lots of cash to indulge in gluttony whilst thinking they’re gods gift, going home telling all their mates “it was amazing mate, I saw a Spitfire PR-11 and the Royal Air Force Acrobatic Team and loads more.” Blah blah blah.

All I can say is thanks for showing your support to the sky, and a bigger thanks for showing your support to me. See you all next year!!!

Quick Question???

I haven’t written a post on my blog for a few days now, as more and more work is coming forward for me. It is a great that this is happening but I do not want to neglect my blog, or my readers.

I am going to be more proactive with keeping on top of my blog posts from now on, but I wondered what people thought of my blog so far? I still don’t feel like it has a strong enough theme running through it, so I was wondering if people could give me some advice.

As you know I really enjoy my weekly challenges but I feel like there should be more, the freelance work I have been doing at the moment includes a lot of article writing. Do you think I should add some of this style writing to my blog or should I stick to the creative side, with my short stories and poetry?

There is no right or wrong answer to this I am just intrigued at what other people thought, especially those of you who have had a blog for a long time. If you have a chance please leave me a message and tell me what you think? I look forward to hearing from you.



Traditions – Friday Fictioneers

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The bell has been in our family for hundreds of years, it was used by my great grandparents. You see my great granddad worked very hard on the farm but he did worry about his wife when she was pregnant, ‘ring the bell twice if you need me and four times if the baby has come’ he told her. Boy did that tradition stick, it is now 2014 and I am ringing the bell four times as I hold my new born son. With this one silly tradition the bond I feel at that moment it with my mother, grandmother and great-grandmother is overwhelming


Thank you Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for this weeks ‘Friday Fictioneers’  Take a look and see what you can do :) Highly recommended!

Trifecta week 102 – A Love Gone Wrong

This week Trifectra are asking for exactly 33 of your own words about love gone wrong.  But we’re asking that you not use any of the following words:

 love, sad, tears, wept, heart, pain

My eyes are streaming, the banks are burst and I crumble as I hear your feet walk away. I hurt inside more than you know, but we couldn’t go on another day together.


Sunday Photo Fiction 9th February 2014 – A New Dawn, A New Life!

It is time for Sunday Photo Fiction, a 100-200 word photo prompt provided by Al Forbes. Why not take a look over at the other stories posted each week and have a go yourself. Have a bit of fun and see what your mind creates 

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A new dawn, a new life

Lying here now on the cool, wet grass, looking up at the clouds above sailing by, I feel a sense of peace. I used to come here as a child running and playing with my brothers, it was amazing in the summer. We often used to camp out here on those hot summer nights, and get up early to watch the sun come up as I am now. Only this time I have been awake all night, awake worrying about what will be. My first child was born yesterday, a little boy. Vicky was amazing and took to it like duck to water, but how can I be a dad? I’m only 23 and struggle to look after myself? But sitting here now and seeing this beautiful new dawn, I know that no matter what my fears are I have responsibilities now. I have to look after my little family and do you know what? I shall do it with pride, in fact I’m going to bring him camping here one summer when he’s older!