The sky is a glorious palette of colour; the pale fluffy clouds, almost touching the treetops are tinged with a warm
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It was something to feel the buzz around South Wales ahead of the NATO Summit. OK, we moaned about road closures..
Well I’m back from holiday, feeling refreshed and relaxed, so bring it on! I missed you all last week, and your stories.
It’s that time again when we Friday Fictioneers are sharpening our wits and our pencils, trying to come up with a suitable story to satisfy our dynamic leader, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields (she who must be obeyed). Great photo this week courtesy of Roger Bultot. I may miss the ‘Call for Submissions’ next week as we are […]
When I refused Henry’s proposal, I know you were saddened as you wanted us to be sisters. My disposition would not have suited your brother and I believed the wedded state was not for me.
It was with great sadness that I learned this morning of the death of Lauren Bacall. I grew up listening to my mother talk about her films,
Almost A Family Genre: Fiction Word Count: 100 They stood facing each other in the bare, dimly lit room. ‘Do you want this?’ ‘Yes, they are my family.’ He tossed the album into the box labelled ‘’Irina”. “What about this? He held up a grubby blue teddy bear, waving it menacingly from side to side […]
In the early morning we claw at the overnight rubble and debris searching for the missing. The children are terrified, the women distraught. The angry and patriotic young men talk of taking up arms while their mothers weep.
No Forks Needed Genre: Crime Word Count: 100 Mary sat at her usual table, her laptop open and ready. The story she was writing was going well, but now she was stuck. Did she kill off the character giving her problems, or try to rework the plot? She was watching the street, waiting for her muse to return, when two strangers came in. One man went to the kitchen. She heard a
I have been busy working on a tender document which has proved much more difficult than I ever imagined when agreeing to do it.
I started my blog exactly five years ago this weekend. I had been thinking about retirement as my husband had taken early retirement and wanted me to do the same. I had read reports in the press of the increasing numbers of people approaching retirement age, who wanted to carry on working, in some cases they just had to. I wasn’t ready to retire then and I’m not now, but I thought that I
I’m waiting at the station. Penny is late. We agreed to meet at 10.00 the train leaves at 10.15 and it’s now ten past. I fiddle with the strap of my overnight bag, I do not feel comfortable waiting here on my own, but it is something I have had to get used to. Being on my own. I thought Penny was different from the rest, she is such a good listener and always says the right thing. She bolsters my
Well actually that’s not strictly true, but I have spent quite a lot of time wondering about it. Does the author deliberately set out to lie, mislead, or be economical with the truth, or does she/he get caught up in the story and forget what they have written a few chapters earlier? When I read a book, I usually always trust what I am reading. I don’t think I am alone in this, and one of the most important things we have to learn in life, is to
Genre: Historical Fiction | Word Count: 100 – Memories of Another Life… The Guardian watches us. I slip through the gate unobserved; a delicious taste of freedom, though confrontation will follow. Fading memories of childhood brought hope to years of waiting. There was love and laughter in that other life I lived. Did they ever stop searching for me? Did they ever forget me?
Our fabulous group achieved recognition by WordPress – the comment I liked best – ‘We love Friday Fictioneers as much for the blogging bonds it cultivates as for the range and power of the stories it inspires.’ If you missed the post you can read it here. So pleased for Rochelle and for the whole group too, as it is always a good feeling when your work is admired. Back down to earth now, my story this week