Here I Go Again…

It’s been A WHOLE YEAR since I last visited Barbed Words.  In my defence, it’s been a very busy year.  I moved house, changed jobs…actually, that’s pretty much it so, let’s face it, I’ve just been rubbish.

Anyway, not much writing has occurred, despite having joined a new writing club.  Unless writing Twitter posts count? I’m doing some social media stuff for a small charity, which means spending a lorra, lorra time on Twitter…ploughing through a lorra, lorra crap to find a shiny nugget to retweet.

But, now I’m back and I plan to pick up my neglected story which I started during last year’s NaNoWriMo and finish the damn thing.  The members of my writing group are obviously far too nice and need to become a lot meaner, the literary equivalent of Simon Cowell or Paul Hollywood, and start kicking my butt.

So to get my brain back into creative mode, I’ve gone for a nice, short Three Line Tale.

three line tales, week 144: people on a bath through fields of red bushes

Lady in Red 

After four years’ scrimping and saving, a lifetime’s dream had finally been realised and I was in Japan, gazing at the glowing red sea of the Kochia plants: an amazing autumnal display of Mother Nature at her finest, a truly awe-inspiring sight which would surely fill with joy the heart of anyone who saw it. 

Unless, of course, they were sneezing uncontrollably and their itchy eyes had swollen up so much that the breathtaking scene was just a red blur.  

‘Again, I’m so sorry I forgot to pack your hay fever tablets, Jane,’ said my husband, David. ‘This is the best thing I’ve ever seen in my whole life.  But don’t worry, I’ve taken some really good photos for you.’ 

Well, it’s a start.  In the meantime, good luck to everyone taking part in NaNoWriMo.

 

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Keeper of the Castle #FridayFictioneers

‘Oh my god! I swear I just saw a face at that window! Oooh, maybe the castle’s haunted?’ Tiff gave a theatrical shiver.

‘Or maybe you’ve been watching too much Supernatural?’ said Chloe. ‘Let’s go in and have a look round. Look, that doorway over there isn’t boarded up properly.’

‘Bloody hell!’ Tiff stepped in a huge dog turd. ‘I’m always so unlucky.’

She wiped her shoe ineffectually on the grass. ‘Oh, come on, let’s just go.’

A pair of black eyes watched them leave. He snarled, fangs glinting in the candlelight as he lashed out with his taloned hands.

Next time.

A 100 word story using the photo prompt above for the Friday Fictioneers, featuring a guest appearance from the Check Out beast. 

Merry Christmas? #3LineTales

It’s been a busy few weeks while we’ve been off for the summer holidays. I sent my children’s book to several agents…I can now consider myself alongside the likes of JK Rowling as I’ve had my first rejection email!  Woohoo!

I’m currently working on a ‘cosy mystery’ novel, trying to fix some major plot holes before I hand it over to my editor at the beginning of October.

Less than two weeks to go before school starts. Chances of me signing to an agent/finding freelance work/winning the lottery before then??  Answers on a postcard etc etc.

In the meantime, here’s a quick Three Line Tale using the photo prompt below:

Merry Christmas?

Jeff bounced up and down on his chair, clearly desperate for me to open the oddly shaped present, covered in Santa wrapping paper. ‘Careful! It’s fragile.’

I gently pulled off the paper to reveal the hideous remains of a horrible snake type creature, its huge jaw lined with ferocious sharp teeth. ‘I got it off Ebay. Emily’s going to love it; it’s amazing!’

Emily did not appear amazed, choosing instead to suck on her toes. ‘Well, it’s certainly unusual, Jeff,’ I said, ‘but I’m not sure it’s quite appropriate for our six-month old baby’s first Christmas.’

photo by Samuel Zeller via Unsplash
Photo by Samuel Zeller via Unsplash