Sunday supplement 


Good morning all! I seem to have been hiding away in my cardboard box way too long. An emphasis on the too long part of the sentence.

I guess it is not like I haven’t been busy or productive, but not necessarily the way I have liked it. I have neglected this blog, neglected the amazing blogs I follow and generally lost touch with my writing side. Well I say no more.

I have been caught up with the mundane routine of working, eating and sleeping when fits. I love my job as a trainer; it is hard work, challenging and I learn a lot. But I miss the writing world. 

I have now made a plan to focus more time on my writing ventures. So this week, as chosen by the lovely people on Twitter, a short story will be posted entitled, The day the world died. 


Also, I will be going back to basics and using a notepad to scribble a treatment and first draft of a screenplay. Yes folks, I may need to purchase a new notebook. And I’ll sharpen those pencils.


I will return to the The Siblings world and start working on the sequel. I have other plans for short stories and another separate story I am working on which is in a sub genre I have never touched on before but it is looking to be an adventure. 

Whilst away from writing I have been catching up on reading (reviews are to follow) and catching up on series and films. 

I loved the new X men film and thought it was a great third edition. 


Despite the critics disliking the film, I also enjoyed Money Monster. I thought it was unique in a way and characters did not act in a way that is the norm. Overall I thought it was great. 


In preparation for my Disney world return, we have been watching a lot of Disney movies and rewatched Wreck it Ralph. I enjoyed it more the third time around than the first two times. 


On a series front, 11/22/63 has kept me engaged over the last several weeks and look forward to the finale. It has made me want to re read the novel as I know the series has changed a few things. 


That is pretty much it for this edition, I don’t want to exhaust all my information in one go. It has been awhile but looking forward to getting back in the swing of things.

What have you been up to? What are your plans? I’d love to hear from you, so grab a seat.

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Distorted Crow – a haiku

My mind has been filled with disturbing ideas and gothic designs recently when thinking of stories and haikus.

This one is no different. I have always been fascinated by the weird and wonderful creatures of life and I am unsure how this haiku came about but it blossomed from nothing. 

The image above was founded on the Vector website and if you want to have a look at designs I suggest taking a look.  

Distorted Crow 

The crow sat unhinged,
Feathers and beak contorted,
Eyes cold and vacant

Death be upon he,
Whoever crosses the crow,
Tortured to nothing.

Rest will come to he,
Only to rise once again,
The Devils player


2025 – A continuation 

Happy weekend one and all! I hope everyone is glad it is finally Saturday. I know I am.

A couple of posts ago I wrote a 100 word story entitled 2025 – this post is a continuation of this so if you haven’t read it, feel free to click on the title to read it first. It is not imperative but links in nicely as this part is from an alternative perspective. 

Have a fabulous weekend all and hope you enjoy 🙂

2025 – A continuation 


Beauty should never be determined by face value. Even the most disfigured monster can breathe the life of a beautiful creature.
I was a nurse in the heart of battle. I risked my life day in and day out for my fellow kind. We were known as unnatural to the human mind and in a twisted way, I believe that was the impetus that pushed us into war. We were treated as equals at the beginning, welcomed with opened arms. Then something propelled us backwards and into the shadows, scared for our lives, scavengers feeding off the remains of roadkill. I will never know what caused this envious turn of the humans and I am too scared to know the reason why. But I cannot allow the actions of the humans to taint my personality. I do not hate them, for in essence we are part human, and share some of their qualities along with their downfalls. 

Overtime, I came to the realisation that war life was not for me. Loss after loss takes a toll and I could not engage in the combat that was occasionally threw at the doctors and nurses. I sought after a quiet life, in the countryside and alone to my own devices. Once free, I was enjoying life. I lived under the radar and was welcomed by the locals as a quiet girl with a kind heart. I was content with this. Then he came into my life and my world was turned upside down. I will never forget that day. But I had lived a long and turbulent life long before my safe haven swallowed me up. My story began before the humans knew we existed and that is where I shall start. But forgive me, for my words may not be kind.

Just the way I’m feeling – Feeder

Good morning all.

I’ve been in a slump with my writing due to work commitments and have chosen to read a lot and listen to music as a relaxation method. I’m looking to get that drive to write again back soon and look forward to the challenge it will bring. 

Feeder is a band I have liked for years and this song I have always loved. The tune, the lyrics and the vocals are all magnificent and I wanted to share them with you. Hope everyone has a great day.

Just the way I’m feeling

Love in, love out, Find the feeling
Scream in, Scream out, Time for healing<
You feel the moment’s gone too soon, 
You’re watching clouds come over you.

Torn in two, You close your eyes for some place new, Torn in two

And I feel it’s going down, Ten feet below the ground,
I’m waiting for your healing hand, One touch could bring me round
I feel we’re going down, Ten feet below the ground,
It’s just the way I’m feeling.

Glow in, burn out, Lost the feeling
Bruise in, you bruise out, Nurse the bleeding

Torn in two, Each time we bruise

And I feel it’s going down, Ten feet below the ground,
I’m waiting for your healing hand, One touch could bring me round
I feel we’re going down, Ten feet below the ground,
It’s just the way I’m feeling.

Two different views, As words confuse and break
I can’t get out,
There’s no way out of here, I can’t get clear.

Love in, love out, Find the feeling.

And I feel it’s going down, Ten feet below the ground,
I’m waiting for your healing hand, One touch could bring me round
I feel we’re going down, Ten feet below the ground,
It’s just the way I’m feeling.

Yeah yeah, it’s just the way I’m feeling.
Yeah yeah, it’s just the way I’m feeling.
Yeah yeah, it’s just the way I’m feeling.
Yeah yeah, it’s just the way I’m feeling.

2025 – A 100 word excerpt

Good Sunday all.

Last week a story came into my head and I couldn’t shake it off. I was wary of the concept as it is of a genre I am not familiar with but the characters clung on and spoke to me.

So I thought, as I had been silent for a few days I would share a little on here with you. It’s an excerpt of a letter that I’m currently drafting for the story. I don’t know if it will go anywhere or if it will end up on the pile of ideas that I may come back to. I have a lot of them. Anyway, hope you all have a lovely Sunday and happy reading.

2025


I was once a warrior, deep in the heart of battle. I was not just another face, nor a trained soulless assassin paid by target. I was a Commander, leader and tactician. It was a war unlike any other. There were humans, the side that I fought the cause for. Then there were them. An enemy that blossomed from the soil and crawled out from the shadows. I do not know how it all started and I will be dead long before the war is put to rest. But I have a story to tell. And you need to listen. 

Dido – White flag

Morning all. 

I thought I would share a song that I have been listening to recently and has been giving inspiration for a WIP. It took me back to a time when I first heard it and have enjoyed it ever since. I find her voice amazing and the video isn’t too bad either. 


White Flag

I know you think that I shouldn’t still love you,
Or tell you that.
But if I didn’t say it, well I’d still have felt it
Where’s the sense in that?

I promise I’m not trying to make your life harder
Or return to where we were

But I will go down with this ship
And I won’t put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I’m in love and always will be

I know I left too much mess and destruction
To come back again
And I caused nothing but trouble

I understand if you can’t talk to me again

And if you live by the rules of “it’s over”
Then I’m sure that that makes sense

b>I will go down with this ship
And I won’t put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I’m in love and always will be

And when we meet
Which I’m sure we will
All that was there
Will be there still
I’ll let it pass
And hold my tongue
And you will think
That I’ve moved on….

I will go down with this ship
And I won’t put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I’m in love and always will be

I will go down with this ship
And I won’t put my hands up and surrender<!–
There will be no white flag above my door
I’m in love and always will beb>

I will go down with this ship
And I won’t put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I’m in love and always will be

Pen and paper

I recently read KJ Chapman’s post Getting back to Pen and paper (link provided) and it made me think about a promise to myself last year and a good reason to start filling the hoards of notebooks and pens I have collected over the years.

Thanks to the aforementioned post, I stuffed a few notebooks in my satchel, with enough pens to keep a school supplied for a year and then took it on my travels on the off chance I was inspired. 

Last year I wrote a post around that I used phones and laptops as my way of writing and that I was going to strive to write more on paper. Well I had forgotten about that until recently. The electronic devices assist so easily with spellings, grammar etc that it has made me lazy. 

So I will now start to indulge my love of short stories and plan to write as many as I can in short hand and will ignore the devices that assist until I really need it. So I thank KJ Chapman for this boost and motivation. 

Happy writing!