The Shelf – Friday Fictioneers

It’s time for Friday Fictioneers, and this week we have a great photo prompt from Rochelle.

If you fancy having a go, take a look at the prompt, come up with a story approx 100 words in length and post it up.

I hope you enjoy mine, thanks for reading 🙂

PHOTO PROMPT © G.L. MacMillan.

The Shelf

‘You understand the conditions?’ He handed her the bottle. His knuckles jutting out like knots on a tree.

Julie nodded ‘He’ll get his in return?’

‘I’m a man of my word,’ he hissed.

Julie took a deep breath and recited the incantation.

‘Take my dreams, what lies ahead,

take my hopes for his instead.’

Gold mist filled the bottle and a heavy weight settled in the pit of her stomach.

The man placed it on a shelf alongside hundreds of others – all glowing with their own ethereal substance.

He handed her a green one and smiled. ‘I hope he’s worth it.’

101 words

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Apologies…again!

I’m officially the worst blogger…ever!!!!

Sorry, but...

The bathroom is done! We’ve the cleared the clutter! So I enrolled on the Blogger 201 course and settled down to a great two weeks of stretching myself and my blog.

But with the school holidays already in full swing, my kids had other ideas!

I have three wonderfully, crazy boys.

The eldest, otherwise known as ‘the hungry one,’ has more social engagements than a Kardashian. I’m fighting for breath under an ocean of invites, summer school dates, camping trips and paintball parties.

The middle one, aka ‘the noisy one,’ challenged me to a Lego building extravaganza. Never one to shy away from a challenge I have successfully built a house, complete with garage, roof terrace, and a place for Ironman to breakfast with Darth Vader.

Never let it be said I don’t have goals!

This leads us finally to the youngest, also known as ‘the wakey one,’ in celebration of his penchant for five in the morning wake up calls and demands for Disney Junior.

Added to this, things like chores, household admin (meh!) and cooking, (Although I’m reminded that super noodles and custard creams are not considered a balanced healthy meal, according to hubby), I’m struggling to get even a sniff of a computer.

So I apologise profusely for my lack of posts and hope this proves it’s not just online where I’m deficient. (I work hard to achieve an equal work/life failure balance).

Starting today, I’ve set aside a little, and rather hopeful, time to work. So I promise to visit as many sites as I can and finally get some of the tasks done. If you leave me a message, rest assured, I’ll get back to you as soon as I can.

Thank you so much for visiting 🙂

Blogging 201 – And we’re off!!!

Day One – Goal Setting

I’ve become a pretty appalling blogger of late. At the beginning I was full of optimistic ideas. Sadly, over time they’ve ebbed away, much like BBC3 and my ability to wear a bikini without scaring the children.

My experience of Blogging 101 was excellent and I met many amazing writers. I’m hoping to do the same again…and also encourage some much needed discipline with Blogging 201.

As you can see I’m off to a fantastic start. Task one is already a day late – start as you mean to go on!

So here are my three goals I want to achieve over the next few months.

  1. Reach 100 followers by the end of the year.
  2. Publish at least once a week for the next two months.
  3. Establish a weekly feature.

I will give updates on my progress as I go – at the very worst this will serve as a cautionary tale of how NOT to run a blog.

Good luck to anyone else taking part!

Out of the Shadows – Friday Fictioneers

It’s that time again folks! Friday Fictioneers is here, hosted by the lovely Rochelle. All you need is the photo prompt and 100 words of your very own 🙂

This weeks was a great one, thanks to Sandra Crook.

I hope you enjoy my contribution 🙂

Out of the Shadows

Heat rose from the sun-baked cobbles. It was nearly noon and I retreated under the arches.

An old man panted past me. His bicycle wheezed as the wheel squeaked, every fifth of the way round. Sweat covered his skin as if he’d been dipped in oil.

I didn’t want him. Too old – too gamey.

Then I saw them.

Lovers, on their way to the Museum of Arts, I expect. I stepped out from my hiding place exposing my white hot incisors.

They gasped.

‘You didn’t believe we only came out at night did you?’  I smiled. ‘Silly children.’

98 words