Same path, different view
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Same path, different view

I started a masters in creative writing this September, something keeping a blog inspired me to do (thank you blog readers). I’ve been fortunate enough to be taught by some very established writers; the process has been both fascinating and challenging… and at times plain terrifying. Although I am a teacher, I haven’t been taught in … Continue reading

Haircuts & Photos ( Five minute stories)
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Haircuts & Photos ( Five minute stories)

Edith’s purple coat hang loosely off her shoulders. Her mismatched blue corduroy trousers only seemed to draw attention to this further but she had no time for such details. Indeed, she had not had time for such details for a while now. Today, she knew where she was going and she wanted to get there … Continue reading

Friday Magic in the Story I dare to write…
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Friday Magic in the Story I dare to write…

And there she was. Born. Not into the arms of Love and Happiness but Anger and Disappointment. A Girl. A burden. Worthless, dowry, no status. The Girl cried already confused. She had left the warm, safe place and had been  pushed forcibly  and painfully out into an open world of cold chaos. The mother lay … Continue reading

Friday Magic
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Friday Magic

My Friday Magic I share with you is in the form of a lamp; a representation of a story from my past life. It’s an antique lamp that was used as a cigar lighter in gentlemen’s clubs in the early 1900s. When I met S a year ago I related a story about how I had … Continue reading

My Chariot
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My Chariot

 Immersed in Darkness, I had no choice but to seek the Light, Slowly and painfully I crawled away,  I stood and inched forward. ‘Gold’ tapped me on my shoulder, ‘Come back’ It glimmered. ‘Go’ I whispered and I walked on. Greed blocked my path and beckoned me back ‘Go’ I said and increased my pace. ‘Deception’ … Continue reading

Blue Suspension.
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Blue Suspension.

My body warmed by the sun, I stared at the sea. The turquoise  glimmered tantalisingly, I knew the suspension of belief lay in its centre and I walked towards it, leaving disappearing footprints in the sand. The Sea delicately wet my feet, Caressed my thighs, Held my waist and I fell back, relaxed into its Kindness ‘Let … Continue reading