• Just Another Day… (a #weekendfreewrite)

    Sitting under the barely flowering rosebush, she listens to the endless conversations these women were having on their phones. She sips her tea and sits back with a sigh. Why did they have to be so loud? The woman in the white shawl has tufts of blonde hair framing her angelic face. An angelic face marred by copious bright blue eye shadow, overly rouged cheeks, and lips as crimson as freshly spilt blood. Her voice is the worst. “Darla,” she shrieks into the phone. “I’ve been waiting for hours. Hours! My tea has gone cold, your tea has gone cold, the biscuits are stale, you’ve ruined everything! I had so…

  • When Reality TV Goes Wrong (a #weekendfreewrite)

    Hullo, hullo! It’s time for @mariannewest’s Weekend Freewrite! 😀 The #weekendfreewrite is made up of three prompts written in three separate five-minute #freewrites and joined together to make a full story. You can find the prompts (and join in!) here, here, and here. And they have been bolded and italicised in the writing. The header image used today is CC0 and courtesy of Pixabay! I’d also just like to note that I haven’t watched Reality TV since the original Big Brother back in 2001, and I haven’t really watched TV at all since…. 2007 or so. For all I know, this actually happens. (Also, I’d just like to note… if…

  • The Train That Would Never Come (a #weekendfreewrite)

    Hullo, hullo. It’s @mariannewest’s #weekendfreewrite time! The Weekend Freewrite is made up of three five-minute freewrites, utilising three prompts that you can find: here (1), here (2), and here (3). And they have been bolded and italicised in my story. My header image is CC0 and courtesy of Pixabay. Not too sure where I was going with today’s story. It started off sad and depressing, and ended… I don’t know. Pretty boring story today. You have been forewarned! Before I get into it though, just wanted to share my current Vengeance progress. I’m almost up to rewriting-and-editing the official middle of the story! I’m up to chapter seventeen at the…

  • The Great Municipality (a #weekendfreewrite)

    Hullo, hullo! It’s time for @mariannewest’s #weekendfreewrite!! The Weekend Freewrite involves utilising three prompts to make up a little story, only you’re not to look at all the prompts in advance. One at a time, 5-minutes at a time, and weave ’em in! 😉 You can find today’s prompts here (1), here (2), and here (3), and they’ve also been bolded and italicised in my story. My very weird story. No idea what I was thinking this morning. My header image is courtesy of Pixabay! And onward to story time!     Greta thought that she was going to a year-round playground. Xavier knew better. He offered his hand with…

  • It Began With a Bush (a #weekendfreewrite!)

    “It’s a conspiracy! Can’t you see it?” She walked away from the table, clenching her fists so tight it looked as though her nails would stab through her palms and emerge out the other side. Smirking, Hubert returned to his coffee, and quickly summoned a more serious disposition as Haley whipped around and glared. “Stop looking so smug,” she snapped. “If this new bush dies, the conspiracy has been confirmed. It’ll be the sixth bloody time! You won’t be able to deny it any longer.” Haley stalked out of the house, slamming the door behind her so hard the house trembled, and Hubert took a long, comforting slurp of his…

  • Surprise! (a #weekendfreewrite)

    I left the house, feeling like a piano had been dropped on my head. The taxi stood waiting for me. Christ, I hate public transport. Rubbing at my aching temple, I sigh and fall into the seat, and wince at the stale scent of cigarette smoke that’s glued to the faux-wood fixtures, an odour that fights to find entry through my poor, aching nostrils and seeks to summon the entirety of last night’s booze out into the world within steel walls. “Where’ya headed?” The driver’s gruff voice stabs into my brain like a hot poker through ice-cream. “Uh, home,” I mutter. He turns and raises an eyebrow, and I avert…

  • A Scream in the Night (#weekendfreewrite)

    I woke suddenly, a deep rumbling shaking the house. “Not again,” I moaned, huddling in my blanket. This was the fourth time this week and evidently, once again, I was the only one who could feel it. Barry slept beside me, his snores buried beneath the rumbling, creaking wood –snores that would prohibit me from going back to sleep once this cursed shaking stopped– and the dogs at the end of the bed were also fast asleep, undisturbed by the trembling tremors. It was only me. It was always me. Shivering, I grabbed my glasses and placed them over my nose, grimacing at the smear my clumsy fingers had left…

  • The Great Smackoff (#weekendfreewrite)

    “To help you get better, more coordinated, I have a plan for you.” The voice was like nails on a chalkboard to his ears and all he wanted was to find a way out of here. There was only one door; a boring, rectangular shape as grey and unadorned as the stucco plastering that served as a spiky coating for the walls. If that woman pushed him against them, it would not be a pleasant experience… hell, it would be as unpleasant as her voice. Christ! His ears were still vibrating from her horrid tones. She smiled at him. It was small, mirthless and didn’t quite reach her eyes –he…

  • Go get ’em, Tiger (a #weekendfreewrite)

    A burning question began to grow stronger in my heart day by day. “Is there anything missing…” I sighed, looking around at my squalid loungeroom of despair, my crotchety kitchen of corrosiveness, and then out the window at the brown grass, trees, and sepia sky. There was plenty missing. For one, a nice placed to live would be lovelier than this ramshackle mess. For two, perhaps somewhere nicer than… here. Where was ‘here’, anyway? I’ve been here for so long and sometimes I don’t even remember where I am or how I came to be here. Does that make me crazy, or just a mere hint of the mad? I…

  • Hyacaine (a #weekendfreewrite)

    The entire village was outside, waiting for the expected sign in the sky. It came every six months, without fail, but this time it was different. Marie stood and watched, alongside the rest of the impatient villagers, tapping her foot to and fro in time with the drumbeat. The musicians were playing, the drums thumping louder and louder into her soul, twisting and intertwining within her thoughts, the thudding bass reverberating against her blood. It was time. But, it was not. It was happening. But was it? A dull red glow manifested just beyond the horizon… was this what they were waiting for? A golden glow was supposed to form,…