Music Prompt #13: Snow Patrol – “Run” #musicchallenge #amwriting #music

This week’s prompt: Snow Patrol’s “Run”

 

 

“Even if you cannot hear my voice

I’ll be right beside you dear”

 

He lay in the bed beside her feeling the devastation of the moment.

He felt ashamed, less a man and unworthy of her affection and love.

He couldn’t deliver; he felt his life was over.

“It’s ok,” she said, “it happens.”

“Not to me it doesn’t,” he muttered and she felt the contempt in his voice. He wasn’t asking for her pity.

“You are getting older.”

“I know.”

“You are a bit on the overweight side.”

“I KNOW!”

“It happens to men as they age. You don’t produce as much testosterone as you once did.”

“You aren’t making me feel any better.”

“Well there are pills you know. Take one and in a little while, whammo, away you can go. Be fun wouldn’t it?”

“I don’t like taking pills. I feel bad enough now. Taking pills would make me feel it was not me but someone else.”

“Well I’d tell you if it was someone else, I could have a good look and then I could say, with authority, if it was you or not.”

“I don’t think you are taking this seriously.”

“But I am, you are acting like it’s the end of the world and I’m saying there are ways round this. Ways that will make you feel good about yourself.”

“I’m feeling crap right now, I think I need to be alone.”

“Baby I love you, no matter what, I love you and I hate seeing you like this. All I’m saying is you don’t have to suffer, its what happens to older men but there are ways to rectify it all, plus give me a good time.”

“You think I should? I mean take the pill?

“Honey pie even though you don’t want to hear what I am saying, the pills are in your drawer, the doctor gave you a sample to try. It won’t kill you or anything. What have you got to lose?”

“I’ll take one and see what happens. Don’t laugh at me I feel stupid enough as it is.”

“Get it into you big boy, I’ll be right here, in expectation, beside you.”

 

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Weekend Writing Prompt #23 – Taste

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The prompt word this week is ‘taste’.

It was true she discovered forbidden fruit tasted the best.

In fact she developed a craving for it. It wasn’t long before she knew she was addicted and went in search of it at every opportunity.

What was worse was he was dangling it in front of her and she sought him out at every chance she had.

She didn’t anticipate the cravings she developed. She didn’t know that her body would respond as it did.

At first idle curiosity grew to physical attraction to bodily interactions she didn’t know she was still capable of.

Her body tingled in anticipation, her bits long thought dead sprung to life and her sense of self heightened with each passing day.

She found herself hiding her passion, using all sorts of methods to secrete herself away and enjoy the succulent flavours, the delicious sensations that invaded her and drove her onward towards a day of reckoning.

The change in her was noticed.

Forbidden fruit has a way of shielding us from our reality and she suffered much when it was discovered she was imbibing in what she should not.

Discovery brought forth triggers, guilt, shame and deception.

In the midst of the night as she wrestled with her life she came to conclusions she didn’t like but were of a practical nature.

Her own needs, her physical awakening was going to hurt those around her. She couldn’t bear to shoulder that guilt so she backed away.

A physically loveless but safe life was preferable to the uncertainty of tasting forbidden fruit.

 

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Saturday Mix – Same Same But Different, 7 October 2017

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Same Same But Different
Your ‘Same Same But Different’ task is to take the five challenge words and NOT use them in your writing. That’s right, you need to dig out your thesaurus and find a synonym for each word instead.

Your words are:

  1. lucky
  2. walk
  3. old
  4. dry
  5. cook

It was fortunate there was no doubt. We were blessed with a mother who could stroll into any room with a stove in it and after a wander through any recipe book could prepare a meal to have you drooling. She had that gift to rustle up a meal in the time it might take others to just think about it.

Mum was a bit ancient there was no argument about it. Whilst she wasn’t what you’d consider elderly she was a bit long in the tooth and at times looked it.

Her skin was pretty bone hard from the tough life she led out in the sun all those years back on the farm. But she was always pointing out to us how it important we didn’t become dehydrated from staying out in the sun too long.

Just then she called to us to come in as she’d prepared a baked dinner one we knew we’d salivate over. We knew we were advantaged in life with a mother such as ours. We also knew that in time she would become senile as it ran in the family but we’d love her all the same. Dinner with mum was a privilege as no matter how parched we might have been she always had plenty of her special brew on hand.

Time to dig in.

 

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SoCS Oct. 6/17 – save/safe

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What would it mean to life as we know it if we didn’t feel safe anywhere?

What if even in our homes there was the chance of being taken out? What if society disintegrated in an untrustworthy world where no one was safe from anyone?

How sad life would be to think that even in our kitchen we could be taken out by someone thinking it was sport and that we didn’t matter.

We see so much killing, all of it senseless and pointless and one wonders if total anarchy is not so far away.

One of the greatest gifts we can give to preserve life is the valour and courage needed to save the life of another. We saw it recently in Las Vegas where the courage of so many gave us all hope that our world does have good people in it.

We have to believe that to be true as we only have to look at what occurs within any society when disaster happens. We see people rise above their stations, step forward and commit to doing whatever is necessary to preserve life and see that an injured person known to them and more often a stranger is there by their side administering life support in whatever way they can.

It never ceases to amaze that despite the onslaught of publicity from the scaremongers who crave nothing but the limelight, the good people have figured them out and are ever ready to turn their backs on their distorted rhetoric and do what they know to be right and what is needed to keep you and me safe.

 

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Reena’s Exploration Challenge #Week 7

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Take any one belief of yours that has ruled your life, and examine it from the following aspects.

 1 Is it true?

2 Can you absolutely know that it’s true?

3 How do you react, what happens, when you believe that thought?

4 Who would you be without that thought?

This is a response from my own experience and in doing so an attempt at answering the above questions.

I think our beliefs are things that we acquire as we age. When I was a child I dreamed of being a test cricketer, of diving fast cars and becoming a priest.

With age comes maturity and at a certain age, for me in my later teenage years I faced questions about what I was and where I was going.

It comes as a shock to discover you are not going to be the great sportsman you thought you might be.

I was competent and that was all. My mother had insisted we all learn to play tennis because she saw it as a great social game, we could go anywhere and as long as we could hit a ball back we would be accepted.

In the end and by the time I had left school I knew the important thing for me was to be me. It was important for me to sit comfortably in my own skin.

So in becoming a teacher I found a place in the world where I could be me.

I enjoyed the relationships I had with my students. I always found it important to treat them as human beings and to recognise that many of them were far smarted than me.

I had always enjoyed a creative side to my character and teaching allowed me to exercise that with my students.

Drama I discovered was a wonderful teaching tool. It taught students so much about themselves; it helped raise their sense of self-esteem and taught them the value of initiative.

So much of my teaching career was spent in the pursuit of things dramatic.

For me being a dreamer and living so much of my life in what I considered a fantasy world it was perfect for me. As a writer I wrote heaps of material for my students, I spend hours with them perfecting their writing and helping to give them a perspective on performance.

Being me was important and when it reached out and touched the lives of my students and I knew that for that moment I was on a winner in terms of a student getting what we were trying to do.

As teachers we don’t always get it right and we cop our share of criticism when things go wrong. But on the days when it goes right and you and your student know you have done well then those are the days it all makes sense and is worthwhile.

It’s also about knowing when things aren’t working and that you need to stop, rethink and often abandon the idea and start afresh. For me that was important, if it wasn’t working then stop and start again. I did that a lot too.

If I didn’t believe in who I was then I’d have spent my life as a wannabe. Never satisfied and always trying to be who I wasn’t and trying to impress on others some aspect of me that I didn’t believe in but that I hoped was what they were looking for. I think it’s an aspect of me that has troubled many of the women who have come into my life. Many wanted to change me. They argued I could be better without ever stopping to see that who I was, was who I was.

You have to like yourself and in doing so you take all your imperfections into account and understand they are as much a part of you as all the things that can be seen as positives.

As my best friend has said to me so often: “This is who I am, take it or d (decline)”.

 

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Thursday photo prompt – Glade – #writephoto

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If you watch carefully you can see them.

They flit from tree to tree, the shadows they hide behind

But more worrying, is they are watching you.

They know where you are because in this glade

You are in their back yard.

Not that they will do you any harm

It’s more they want to protect what is theirs.

So they watch and ensure no harm comes to you

For if it did there would be consternation

As others would come, trample on what is precious

Upset their ecosystem, for everything you see

Has a purpose and a function.

You are a mere mortal human

With not the eyes nor the intellect

To understand the glade.

So tread carefully, know you are being watched,

Enjoy the tranquillity, rest in the shade

Those cooling breezes are them,

Fanning you, keeping you content and out of harms way.

 

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Flash Fiction Rodeo Contest #1

When I grow up. Cast yourself back to six years of age, knowing what you do of life in the present; what would you want to be when you grow up and how would you go about achieving that goal? Tell us in 100 words, no more no less. It can be real or imaginary, serious or light-hearted. Extra points for comparing it to your childhood choice, if you remember it.

Everything when I was six was an adventure. Even though I lived in a sheltered world my own backyard and that of my neighbours held spellbinding moments where so much of nature was explained to me. I dreamed of being an explorer, I figured there was so much to discover it would be a life time’s work. To achieve that I was introduced to books and the library where my inquisitive mind received so many answers. It would be nothing for me to look through National Geographic magazines to discover the world. I’ve maintained my interest even to this day.

https://carrotranch.com/2017/10/05/flash-fiction-rodeo-contest-1/

 

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Tale Weaver – #140 – 5th October – Wheels On The Bus

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He found it odd that at that particular moment in time and inside his head the song: “The wheels on the bus go round and round’, kept up a merry ditty as he surveyed all around him.

That was it, there was nothing going round and round save for the song in his head with seemed to be going in ever diminishing circles.

Around him life had come to a standstill. It was the oddest thing. It was Friday morning; he had checked before coming out and was surprised by the lack of anything happening.

His neighbours Mr Diddums and Mrs Daddums were, as always at each other’s fence chatting or more often than not gossiping but today they were just standing there. It was then he noticed they were frozen. They were the most animated of people and he knew they would be disappointed to know they had come to this.

Down the street where he expected to hear the sounds of the milkman and the newsagent singing out the mornings headlines there was silence. The wheels on the milk cart were stopped, the newsagent was standing there, arm extended as if making an earth shattering proclamation.
“How come I have been left out?” he wondered as the song in his head was beginning to make less and less noise.

Just then he heard a noise. From across the street Angus Anglegrinder could be heard uttering his usual mouthful of expletives followed by a loud crash, a puff of smoke and a sigh of relief.

Angus rushed out and saw his neighbour from across the street, uttered more expletives and then apologised. In his hand he held a small black device he was fiddling with.

“Sorry it’s all gone haywire,” he announced, “should have it adjusted in a jiffy.”

With that he pressed a button on his device and the wheels did start turning. Everything was back to normal and no one apart from the two men watching knew anything had happened.

Angus then turned to his neighbour and looked puzzled at him.

“How come you were not affected?” he asked looking again at his device.

“I’ve no idea,” he replied, “I’m as perplexed as you.”

“You are human?” asked Angus.

“Hmm,” giggled the man, “some do question that.”

“I’m a deity,” said Angus, “trying desperately to get away from the terrible place. Nothing is working and no one up there or down there for that matter, gives a damn about me.”

Angus was looking a shade crest fallen as he made his way back across the street muttering to himself about the lack of true technology he had access to.

The man looked about him and saw that all was well once again and glad that he didn’t have to interfere in things not of the earth, as the humans were a fickle lot and the less explanation for anything the better they seemed to cope.

Inside his head the wheels on the bus were content and turning as they should and the tune “I’m a little teapot” reminded him it was time for morning tea.

 

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TELL ME A TALE IN 120 WORDS

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Which do you prefer, city living or country living…and why?

Having lived in the country for all of my life I have to say I like country living.

In fact, I live in my family home which I bought when my dad died back in 2012.

I have worked in the city at various times and the one thing that got me every time was the amount of time it took to get from one place to another.

Country living isn’t always perfect, but the quiet, laid-back attitude to life is always a winner for me.

For me when I look out over my ‘ocean view’ in the form of farming land along the flood plain behind my house there is no question as to where I prefer to be.

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What I have to look at every day.

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Writespiration #135 52 Weeks in 52 Words Week 40

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Write about the day you ignored the ‘KEEP OUT’ sign.

The paddock was deserted. The dare was to run to the other side.

We looked again making sure the farmer was not in sight.

Over the rails and I set off.

Three steps told me why the sign, bindi eye.

Every step was torture.

I retreated. My friend laughing his head off.

 

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