I live my life by trying to avoid silence. I mean sometimes I think everything is silent but it never is... Except one time I was down a mine; a coal mine. Everyone stopped talking and there was nothing - no birds, no traffic - nothing. Just cold and damp and rock. Yet the man… Continue reading Silence
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Fragile life
I had to put my cat down the Monday just gone. He was only two. His name was Alfie and he was a pain. If there was something wrong he was at the bottom of it. The day we woke up and found every sofa and chair covered in oil and there is the middle… Continue reading Fragile life
Daily Prompt: Slog
It's a word I know and understand. At times in my life everything has been a slog - a battle to get through. My slog had not been as pronounced as some. Those that climb mountains and enter the 'death zone'; they slog through pain and cold in order to reach their goal. I have… Continue reading Daily Prompt: Slog
Life
It's strange how life can move in a circle. Today I found myself wanting, no needing to write. But I am working on a large project - a book - and that wasn't it. I wanted to do something short... Something flash-like. So I decided to go for a daily prompt. I may even do… Continue reading Life
The Tracks
Loneliness is an interesting feeling. It hits you in the center of your chest and leaves you standing there feeling as if you have lost something but not knowing what. I suppose I do know what is missing. I suppose.Once, a while back, I walked this part of the line, listening with one ear for the… Continue reading The Tracks
What if I won the lottery?
We have this discussion at home all the time. Me, Mum and Dad sit around at breakfast and discuss what we would do... The odd thing is that we discuss it all in terms of the three of us. So it is whether to put the extension on or to move and if we moved… Continue reading What if I won the lottery?
Once upon a time…
Once there was a little girl, she was small for her age but was always smiling. She had no friends her own age and spent a lot of her time alone. Not that she minded, because she had one love - to draw and tell stories. Over time though she found that although she could… Continue reading Once upon a time…
My Crystal Ball
Okay, so on the 21st of January I predicted that I didn't know what I'd be doing, just that I'd be writing. And I was right. But I was also wrong. You see I saw a future of writing, not of writing and drawing. Yet that is the place I inhabit at the moment. My… Continue reading My Crystal Ball
I lost a year
Well, okay I didn't lose a year... I accidentally gained a year for ten years! Does that make any sense?No.Okay... I thought I was a year older than I was for about ten years. That age went on everything; documents, banks, everyone knew me as a year older than I am.It was an accident. I… Continue reading I lost a year
I am not me
What do I mean? Well, the picture in my head is not the one I see in the mirror. My hair is longer for one, and I am thinner. Not vastly thinner but enough to make a difference. Then there is my voice. I have been thinking of reading some of my stories and popping… Continue reading I am not me
Kate Murray - Cleaver 