Once again a haiku hit me and I felt a desire to share. I suffer many nightmares and these leak into my writing. Enjoy.
The Horror Rises
A crow squawks alarm,
the sound of scratching awakes,
the horror rises.
I hope all is well on this lovely Pancake Day!
I thought as it has been awhile I would give an update on things.
I had knee surgery at the beginning of the year and the recovery time has been a lot longer than first anticipated. In this time there has been a lot of pain but I have been helped through it with loved ones and the urge to read and write. As this has been most of my time I have taken the weekends off to rest and allow the characters to do the same. My writing has been restricted to an hour here and there due to uncomfortable circumstances.
The Siblings Two – The characters are in place, there is a story to tell and a little has been written. I am hoping to get this done by the summer but we shall have to wait and see. Jest and Fer will continue to tell their tale.
Untitled Horror – In the first couple of weeks after my surgery a first line of a story popped into my head. I didn’t know where it would lead. So after making my breakfast, I sat down with the laptop and wrote a thousand words. I was hooked on telling the tale of these characters all going to a workshop where horror would await them. One month later I am bordering on 50,000 words written. The words have been flowing. I am not too sure what will happen with the story once complete but it has been fun.
Hope everyone has a great day.
I have returned to my blogging roots as I was inspired and wanted to share.
It is a short haiku tale. I hope you all enjoy and I look forward to getting back blogging in the near future.
Soft touch warm embrace,
skin smooth amd tantalising,
resisting no more.
Good morning all. I hope everyone is well.
Here is a short story where the idea hit me all of a sudden and needed to make note of it. I felt it perfect for my blog and I hope you enjoy.
One hand dabbed at her pale cheek, wiping away a flow of tears, as the other held her phone tight. The woman straightened up, tall and proud and combed fingers through her short dark green hair in an attempt to compose herself. Despite her solemn look, she was a beautiful creature, her lips dark with red lipstick, cheeks blushed with a little colour and her stance stoic, but deep within, that no one could see, she was crumbling. There was little to do to comfort her.
Placing her phone into her pocket and a final wipe of the cheek to remove any stray tears, she smiled, turned and headed towards the shop she would tender, keeping her heartache secret.
Following on from my Writing Corner yesterday with Candice, she was ever so kind to suggest a short read for me. I have enjoyed the writing of Edgar Allan Poe that I have read and as it was favourite of Candice, I opted for Eleonora. And oh boy, am I glad.
I managed to read this is in a short time, as the words flowed so well, the prose was beautiful and it was so vivid.
The detail that Poe goes into is amazing, and transported to me the place and surroundings the two main characters are based.
It tells the tale of a man and his beautiful love, Eleonora, together and in beautiful surroundings. There are highs and lows, with promises and choices, that kept me on the edge of my seat. Literally.
I have the full collection of stories on my kindle app aswell as book form by Edgar Allan Poe, and highly recommend. I give this short story…
That’s right. 5 Pandas. Top marks.
Hope you enjoyed this short review.
I am currently on holiday/vacationing but that hasn’t stopped me from continuing on with my blog and hopefully giving some entertainment to the fine folks that read this blog.
Today I have the pleasure of having the wonderful, lovely and funny Candice on my Writing Corner. We have been following each other for some time on Twitter, tweeting here and there, back and forth, and she makes me laugh and also is a great tweeter.
Candice was able to spare some time and drop by the blog to answer some questions. So, buckle in and hopefully enjoy the read.
Writing Corner with Candice
Bio: I am a girl in my twenties but my mental capability will never exceed 18 nor shall my birthday celebrations. I was born in Cape Town, South Africa. I now live in England ( yes I chose snow over sun) and I have lived here for nearly nine years. I live for gaming, good movies and great food and I feel I was born for greater things, I try to tell my bank account this on a daily basis. Blogging is new for me but I feel it is something I could be good at and the most important thing, is that so far, it is something I am enjoying immensely. I don’t do this whole lovey dovey stuff in life, I am raw and to the point, what you see is what you get and a lot of people blame that on me being South African, but honestly I think it’s just me.
Hello Candice. Thank you for joining me on my blog. How are you?
At the moment I am fantastic and very excited to be able to do this with you.
Are you looking forward to Christmas? Do you have many plans?
This is the dreaded question that everyone is asking, my natural instinct is to please everyone and reply with how excited I am for Christmas and the festivities that come with it, but to be completely honest I have got to say that I am just not feeling it this year. Normally the bright lights and smell of cinnamon in the air would be seducing me by now, but alas, nothing seems to be revving up my Christmas cheer. It’s ok though, I have decided that every Christmas needs a grinch and I will happily fill the role this year. Unfortunately for my family I am supposed to be doing all the cooking and entertaining. pizza anyone?
*If pizza is on the cards, I am inviting myself over.
I would like to talk to you about your blog. I must add that I love the content that you produce. It is varied, detailed and always from the heart. Could you tell me what people should expect from your blog?
Firstly thank you so much for reading my blog and for your lovely compliments.
It is very hard for me to preempt what will happen with my blog and where I might see it going, but the one thing I can say is that I pride myself in my honesty and that is how I intend to write about anything I choose to write about, completely raw and honest.
Do you have a set blogging pattern? Do you plan posts in advance or do you write them as they appear in your mind, and then post them?
I intend to publish at least one entry a day, but as we all know saying things and doing things are completely different and to be completely honest I sometimes have the attention span of a goldfish. However, at the same time that quality about me might be one of the reasons that I will have a very diverse blog.
When it comes to planning what I am going write about I have the same success as I would if I were trying to avoid eating cake, which I can tell you is not very successful. I pretty much just sit down at the end of each day and just let the keys take me to a place that my mind might like to wander.
When is your favourite part of the day to write? Do you have a best spot?
I like to come home from work, eat my dinner and then make a strong cup of coffee before I decide to go on a literary adventure, so evening time is always best for me as I find that I have had all day to let my mind burn through a million thoughts on life. I don’t particularly have a favourite spot to write in but I can tell you that no writing will ever get done unless I am in my pjs.
Do you have a plan for your blog in the future?
I started my blog more as an online thought diary for myself but when I received a like and a follower after my first post, my ego, like all of us grew a little bit larger and I suddenly realised that there might actually be other people in this universe that would be interested in what I have to say. So to answer your question, I would like to see my blog be semi successful and hopefully bring many years of entertainment and stimulation to everyone who reads it.
What has been your inspiration for blogging?
Ok, now this question scared me a little. Most people would have some deep answer to this question such as “writing frees my soul so I had to pursue it!” Or “I was born to write and without it I am incomplete”, the honest answer for me how however is a dirty little secret of mine, that as a tom boy I am a little embarrassed to admit. No beating around the bush, I am just going to say it….. Sex and the city! There, my secret is out. I couldn’t help but be completely inspired by the character Carrie Bradshaw. I knew I didn’t want to blog about sex, but the idea of sitting in my own time and space and writing about something I feel strongly about really appealed to me.
You also into gaming and if I am right, a PlayStation girl. What are your favourite games?
Well firstly dear Sir, is there even any other console other than playstation? Just kidding….. a little bit of health banter for those xbone, I mean Xbox fans. Yes I am a gaming girl and I am super proud of it! As far as favourite games go, that’s a hard question. The last two years of my life have been consumed by Destiny, the love of my life, followed up by the recent Battlefield 1 which is amazing to say the least. I do play other games from time to time but I find that from a social aspect I definitely enjoy online gaming more than PVE and I always seem to drift back to the drug called Destiny.
Do you play often?
Much more than I care to admit….
You also love animals, what pets do you have?
A few months ago I lost my cat Maizy, I rescued her off the street, she was in a terrible state when we found her but my baby had a wonderful four years with us until that ugly C word popped up and we had to let her go. On a happier note, I realised my crazy love for kitty’s could not be ignored and we adopted a beautiful little nutcase of a kitten named Lunar. Boy she is allot of work but I still love her through all the torn up door frames and early morning feed me calls.
Where can we find Candice on the internet?
I can be found on my blog website:
And also on my twitter @CandzAfrica
In five words, tell us why we must check out your blog?
Be there or be square! 🙂 ( some 80s for you)
This next section I like to call World without words or life without love? I Would like to ask you random questions and for you to answer with the first thing that pops into your head.
Favourite Author? Karin slaughter
Favourite book? The 13 and a half lives of captain blue bear.
Favourite genre? Horror/thriller
Favourite Tv show? Dexter
Favourite movie? The Alien movies
Favourite blogger? Nope, this is a trap 😉
Favourite Ninja Turtle? Donatello (because nerds get me hot)
Childhood crush? John Travolta (insert blushing emoji)
Cheeseboard or Tart? Cheeseboard
Breakfast or dinner? Breakfast
Cake or biscuits? Did someone say cake?
You stub your toe. Favourite swear word to shout? Bastard!!!
Hugs or kisses? Kisses
Smell or touch of skin? Smell
Fill in the blanks story…
I have a crazy mind that would send you packing. If you don’t believe me just ask my exes, and the boring fools will not hold back any details. I love my crazy mind and crazy individuals.
And last but not least. World without words or life without love?
I would have to say life without love, because then you would never get hurt.
Once again thank Candice so much for taking her time answering the questions and I highly recommend following her on Twitter and her blog.
Thank you all for reading.
Hope you are all well.
I am currently in America on holiday but when inspiration strikes I like to make the most of it. I’m not much of a sleeper and wrote this short story at 3 in the morning. It is something a little different but hope you all like it just the same.
Please let me know how you found it, all feedback is worth having, but please be nice.
Have a great day all.
“Engines four and five are now out. One and two are leaking power, three is working but giving off no immediate power and six to eight are still out.”
Control panels were emitting noises that Captain Daniel had never witnessed in his short lived tenure at the helm of church cockpit. He had been Captain for almost five minutes when things descended into chaos. His first question to himself was what would have the deceased Captain Nomak done.
Captain Daniel flicked his hair from his brow with his hand and gazed towards the former Captain’s corpse in the corner of the room. The man rested undignified against the wall, blood protruding from the bullet wound in his head and eyes wide open but gazed over.
“How is the fuel looking, Jace?” The Captain asked, his skin riddled with goosebumps.
“We have fifty percent fuel left. But to give you a better understanding, Captain,” Jace said spinning inher chair and locking eyes with Captain Daniel, teary and drained. “In the first thirty hours of the journey we used twenty five percent of the fuel capacity, racking up millions of atmos miles. In the last fifteen minutes, travelling only around several thousand miles, we used the same. It is depleting fast.”
Captain Daniel sighed and let his head fall onto his chest. He wasn’t built for this. There was no rightful passage he had taken to be their leader. He didn’t ask for this. And in the seven thousand year history of the Starship AX-101, Captain Trest Daniels would be the young man to bring it all to an end. In five minutes.
Red and blue flights lit up the room from all parts of the main dashboard, buzzing sounded throughout the shuttle and the pressure was too great. Captain Daniel looked to his right at the Vice-Captain’s chair and felt remorse. Kinder Jose sat motionless, arms flung over the sides with blood dripping from her mouth, gunshot wounds spread over her body, with sanguineous patches staining her pure white uniform.
“Will we make our destination?” Captain Daniel asked.
“No. All engines are either failing or are out-“
“I found a substitute location which we could risk,” Navigator Fraser Locke shouted with excitement, cutting off Jace and spinning completely in his chair and gaining control of his panel once more. “It is an unknown planet that appears to have life form, an over-massed one at that.”
“Can we guarantee one hundred percent survival rate?”
Jace typed with fury at her control panel. “Never, but it is our best shot.”
Captain Daniels felt a rush of adrenaline, mixed with fear and hope. He may have been only seventeen, but there was a part to play and he needed to portray it to perfection.
“Okay folks,” Captain Daniels said as he walked over to the navigation panel and peered over the shoulder of Fraser Locke, and for the first time confidence filling his body. We’re heading to a planet called Earth. Settle in tight, it will be an adventure.”