song lyric sunday – you are my fire

This week's prompt is fire.  Which means that there was only one choice to be made. • Yeah-eh-heah You are my fire The one desire Believe when I say I want it that way But we are two worlds apart Can't reach to your heart When you say That I want it that way Tell me … Continue reading song lyric sunday – you are my fire

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song lyric sunday (3) | free to be whatever

This week's prompt was peace. I'm just going to let the song speak for itself 🙂 Song: Oasis / Whatever Lyrics:  I'm free to be whatever I Whatever I choose And I'll sing the blues if I want I'm free to say whatever I Whatever I like If it's wrong or right it's alright Always seems … Continue reading song lyric sunday (3) | free to be whatever

keeping up with the days [fiction]

Writing has been so fleeting of late for me. I seem to write a huge chunk one day and then nothing for weeks, months... meh. I am trying to write regularly at least, particularly original pieces so that I'm inspired to finish my book (pysche).  Prompt: Describe the days of the week as if they're … Continue reading keeping up with the days [fiction]

sweet home a la drama [fiction]

So, I set myself a goal. Find a prompt. Write a story. Post it. This is what I came up with: Every six months, my parents like to gather everyone up. Aunties. Uncles. Cousins. That one ex-boyfriend that just became one of the family. They hire a restaurant, tell us to bring whoever we like … Continue reading sweet home a la drama [fiction]

one-liner wednesday – the real walk of shame

It truly is. I used to have to make a pile in the corner and I'd only take action when I'd run out of clean plates, and even then, I just ate off foil to avoid the washing up. If that wasn't possible, I'd turn to plastic containers. LOL. There's something about dishes that just … Continue reading one-liner wednesday – the real walk of shame

it feels like a volley #socs

This might be classified as a long read. Sorry.  A volley shot in football is one that is fast. Hard. Volley goals often come out of nowhere. Or they're curled around a wall. Over a wall. Through the wall. Sometimes they make it to the goal and over the line. Other times, they bit the … Continue reading it feels like a volley #socs

who am I? [short story*]

"I saved your life!" His eyes were wide with something akin to excitement.  "You pushed me off a building." My eyes were narrowed with irritation and extreme discomfort.  It wasn't an ideal situation.  For one, every single muscle in my body was protesting badly even though we'd (luckily) landed on an old mattress. It wasn't … Continue reading who am I? [short story*]