I'm not meant to be blogging today... But here I am in a break with a cup of tea typing away. I think I must be addicted to flash fiction. Without posting a story I get a twitch...
Tag: writing
Chores…
I thought when I got older that chores would become a thing of the past. Something you look back on with remembrance and a smile. I find everything can be smiled at once you look back. "Kate, can you wash up?""Sure," I'd say. I have never had an issue with washing-up. On the chore list it… Continue reading Chores…
A pear-shaped situation
I am trying to close the business. The soft toys will be gone on Monday. But there is a back-log. The result is that I have no time for anything; from blogging, to writing, to drawing. And it is driving me nuts. I am so frustrated that I want to throw everything in the air… Continue reading A pear-shaped situation
Stories and Queen
And I mean Queen the band, not The Queen. The daily prompt today is: The Show Must Go On If you were involved in a movie, would you rather be the director, the producer, or the lead performer? (Note: you can’t be the writer!). Which of course made me think of... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lSkx34M3XtY But I also started… Continue reading Stories and Queen
Through the clear glass
"You see," the woman says pointing at the screen. "No," the man says. "He just got on." "Where?" The woman sighs and hits rewind. In exaggerated steps everyone on the London street move backwards at a maniacal pace. "There," she says, pointing at a man in a red beanie hat. The picture moves forward in… Continue reading Through the clear glass
Cold Turkey
I stopped dead. Picked up all the paraphernalia and put it in the cupboard. One day you could see what I did and the next it was as if the occupation had never even existed... I'm not talking about drugs or anything damaging. Instead it was the art. Six years ago I put all the… Continue reading Cold Turkey
The lady with the plasters
I should never have gone to university. It wasn't that I was too young, I'd done a BTEC and was a year older than most. But inside I was so young and naive. I didn't know at the time but I had some mental issues that made me particularly vulnerable to predators and attack. Attack… Continue reading The lady with the plasters
Some weeks I just wish I could hibernate
Last week... Lets just say I've had better weeks. It started with a headache. A thumping as regular as a heartbeat behind my right eye, It whispered at first, a half formed thought, then it screamed its insistence to be heard. I reached for the handle that would take it away and palmed the white… Continue reading Some weeks I just wish I could hibernate
Another talent and free sewing pattern…
I think I've mentioned that I ran a soft toy manufacturing company. Well, this is a pattern that I've used to make a little flame. You must remember the adverts. Well, as part of the daily prompt they want me to 'teach' you something. So here is how to create a little flame soft toy.… Continue reading Another talent and free sewing pattern…
A stranger stared back at me.
I am having to swap from my familiar glasses to contacts in order to make the best of my sight. What you have to realise is that I have been wearing them since I was twelve... At school I'd slowly moved closer and closer to the chalk board in class. It helped that mine was… Continue reading A stranger stared back at me.
Kate Murray - Cleaver 