I was nervous. Stood in front of a pair of the most imposing doors ever. I mean it is just meant to be a hall, somewhere to practice so why the heavy oak doors? Is it to keep audiences in or others out? Who had never heard of a fortified theater? Let alone one in… Continue reading The Fluting Mime
Tag: creative writing
A suffering blog…
I live in Wales at the foot of the Cambrian Mountains. It is beautiful. Sometimes, in the winter it is a harsh place to live. This year we have been hit with winds and storms. I has been wonderful and scary. And annoying... This winter my blog has taken the brunt. You see we have… Continue reading A suffering blog…
A Giant Leap!
I made a giant step. It was huge and so scary. Like I'd walked to the edge of a cliff and looked down. You know, just like when you were a child. But when you're a child that rush of fear and excitement can leave you tingling and happy to be alive. Because as a… Continue reading A Giant Leap!
Sausages and creativity
This morning I woke with a headache. Not unusual for me but instead of turning over and falling asleep again I got up and took a painkiller. Today is a big day. We have just had our pig killed and this is the day we make sausages. Lots of them. Now, it all starts this… Continue reading Sausages and creativity
Fashion and fads
I was an odd child. I never followed fashion, too interested in being comfy. In the end I would just wear what I wanted. There was the red-spotted sock incident. Basically I was a kid when the fad was coloured socks, short ones. All mine were white. We had no money so I had to… Continue reading Fashion and fads
Vice and Versa
The daily prompt has asked what bad habit can you not abide in others... I am fairly easy going. In fact I like to call myself a watcher. No, not like in Buffy. I have never met a vampire, or a vampire hunter. More like I watch people. I watch them come and go. I… Continue reading Vice and Versa
Good Goodbyes
She waits on her bed. The sun streaming through the window and hitting the duvet making the simple faded flowers dance with colour. Softly a tear tracks down her cheek and drops onto her hand. She doesn't make a move to stop it. Just sits like a stone, not moving. Inside she feels nothing. Inside… Continue reading Good Goodbyes
Beginnings
When I was studying a while back I traveled to a hot country for some work experience. And when I say hot I mean that as you stepped out of the plane the heat hit you like physical force. I'd never felt anything like it. I love the cold. I love open fires and hot… Continue reading Beginnings
Crushed
My first crush was the boy next door... Well, okay he wasn't actually next door but opposite. His name? Bob, let's call him Bob. I was about fifteen and happy with myself. I didn't use make-up and I worked on a farm. The family house was in the suburbs and every day my parents would… Continue reading Crushed
Tired Now
That's it. Completed. The last CE marked toys have just left and I am now able to do whatever I want. The workshop has been tidied and is empty of work... Give me a minute to get a load of stuff out and I'm sure it will look as it did before. Tomorrow I will… Continue reading Tired Now
Kate Murray - Cleaver 