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Memories (Friday Fictioneers)

PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll

 

It was a printed image. I’d not seen one in years. This one found in a box dad kept under the bed. A note on the back scrawled in dad’s handwriting, Last day before abduction, EARTH 1979.

Wait, what? Abduction?

I took the image out to mum, thrusting it under her nose. Her green skin was a shade darker than mine. Her lavender colored eyes narrowed. “Yeah, I’d hoped you wouldn’t…”

“Tell me.”

“It was long ago, another time. It was what was done back then.

I sighed. Hopefully he was happy now. Maybe in death he would go home.

 

 

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Word count: 100

 

 

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Review: A lunatic’s guide to interplanetary relationships by R L Andrew

A lunatic’s guide to interplanetary relationships by R L Andrew

 

About the Book

When perpetual screw-up Shayne James is transported from Earth to another planet, she has no idea she’s the key to saving the universe. When Annu discovers this puny human on his planet, little does he know that she’s the key to the two of them defeating the enemy. He finds her irritating, annoying, and somewhat attractive! If they don’t kill each other, or get killed by an unknown force attempting to take over the universe, they might live happily ever after.

My Thoughts

Talk about voice. This book has so much voice it hurts! Haha. If you want to read about an Ocker Australian in space this is the book to read.

Shayne is a crass, vulgar, egocentric and physically ill woman who discovers a wormhole in her kitchen pantry – A lunatic’s guide to interplanetary relationships is a non-typical boy who cries wolf story – only the wolf (wormhole) is real. Annu, an Orion native, already caught up in his own crazy adventure is the who discovers Shayne. Hit with her presence – quite literally – he finds they must work together to complete a dangerous quest – that is, if they don’t kill each other first. Together they have to save a universe to help Shayne get home – but by then she may not want to.

RL Andrew does a terrific job with this story. An entertaining tale with characters, magic powers and a quest to save the universe will not get out of your head long after you finish reading.

The only thing that caught my attention was the occasional spelling mistake. Easily overlooked because the story was such a joy to read. I hear there is a book two coming. I’m looking forward to it.

The Story – Chapter 171

…and then a hiss

that sounded an awful lot like a snake. I’d made my decision so there was nothing for it but to keep going. I straightened my back and pushed through the bushes. The water sound I’d heard came from a little cascading river. The water looked crystal clear. I could see the riverbed as clearly as I could see my hand in front of my face. Reeds and long grass grew along the bank. Dappled sunlight cast a camouflaged pattern of shadows along the ground that danced every time the wind blew. My gaze traveled the truck on a large tree that seemed to be reaching into the water, searching for treasure. Wrapped tightly around a branch as thick as my arm was a brown python.

I froze. Has it seen me? I’m not entirely sure what I thought it was going to do but I didn’t want to startle it into moving. A head as big as my own slowly swung in my direction. The hissing cut off suddenly and it’s eyes narrowed.

Don’t move.

Don’t breathe.

“Greetings girlchild, I have been expecting you.”

Oh crap…

 

TBC

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The Story – Chapter 170

I froze. The scream had sounded as though it came from somewhere to my left. Was that? Yes… the faintest of glows illuminated the neverending dark of the forest. Question was, do I go in that direction? That scream had sounded… well, my skin still tingled. The hairs were standing at attention on the back of my neck. I crept forward.

With ever tentative step the glow grew brighter. Still no other sound reached my ears over the pounding in my chest. No birds tweeting, no animal cry, no breeze to shift the branches above my head.

I froze and tilted my head. Is that? Trickling drips sounded somewhere off in front of me, a river perhaps

…and then a hiss.

 

TBC

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Uninvited guest (Friday Fictioneers)

PHOTO PROMPT © Victor and Sarah Potter

“Hey guys, come in.”

“Hey dad. Where’s mum?”

Uncontrolled Laughter greeted that statement. “What did you do?”

“This time it wasn’t me. Come and have a look at this.”

Dutifully we followed dad out to the laundry. “I see the problem.”

Bouncing from foot to foot, mum was contorting to get as close to the sink as possible. In front of her, and between her and the door was a giant web dangling as if it had fallen. Wisps hung off the door frame. In the middle sat a giant grey shape. “Oh, hi guys. John, will you DO SOMETHING!”

 

 

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Word count: 100

 

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Do or do not – My writer journey part six

I’ve been asked this question a lot in the past few weeks and it has kinda stuck with me…

Why write?

WHY? WHY? *cried out in the voice of the Orphanage Cook in Oliver*

Seriously?

So I actually thought about an answer. Because it wasn’t that I was being asked why write as in why DO I write, it was more that I was being asked why write when I have a full time job, why write when I am tired, why write when I am finally on holidays, why write when I could spend time with my loved ones, why write when it TAKES UP SO MUCH TIME.

My flippant answer is of course… why not?

But my serious answer is borne out of many similar such questions asked over the last year.

And it is this

I don’t want to regret NOT doing it.

All the time I get into conversations with friends who tell me that they are “in awe” of my commitment to doing something that I love and wishing they too were doing something that they love. Now this is a conversation that annoys me. Because if you want to do something, truly do something, why are you talking about it and not doing it?

Why? because it takes time, money, energy, takes you away from doing something else, you’re not any good at it…

Arghhhhhhhhhhhhh – or as Marge would say

My response to a lot of these people is “So what do you really wish you could do, what do you want to do?”

Answers typically vary from, “learn an instrument, sing, knit, sports (so some kind), act, write, dance” and so on. All are admirable goals…

My response then usually goes like this: “Then do it.”

That’s when I get all the “tired, money, time” complaints.

All talk, no action.

I am a writer. I have always wanted to be a writer, I will always write. But that takes time. I’m lucky. I know my dream. I’ve always known my dream – To be a writer. So I worked at it. I made time, I spent money (so so much money), I am ALWAYS tired.

I write because I don’t want to regret NOT writing. Not giving it a go, not trying.

I don’t want to end up in my elderly years looking back on my life thinking… I should have done that.

Should have, could have… didn’t.

I took singing lessons, I took piano lessons, I acted on stage, I sort of, kinda, did direct a group of actors in a rehearsal one time, I wrote a book, and another and another. I queried, I got rejected (over and over), I joined workshops and writer groups, and social media. I learnt to paint, knit, crochet, cook (okay my nana would tell you I didn’t try this one hard enough!) I learnt karate, script writing and movie making, I have even now started making voice recordings. I gave it a go. I learnt how bad I was and I kept at it, I kept learning, improving, growing. I’m still improving, growing, getting better and trying NEW things. Because, I give it a go and I stick with it. Yes, it’s hard, exhausting, emotionally shattering, expensive, time consuming, lonely…

But I can’t ever say I didn’t try.

Don’t get old with only regrets to warm you.

If you have a dream, if you want to do something, really want it… Do it. Learn a new skill, take a class or join a workshop or volunteer group. Learn it, try it, experience it, share it, make it your bitch and take control… ahem…

 

Don’t regret.

And don’t be “in awe” of someone else’s abilities… find and make your own. Shine, take off and fly and all that jazz. Don’t just talk about it and watch from afar. Find a way.

 

Others in the series

Part One

Part Two
Part Three

Part Four
Part Five

Part Seven

The Story – Chapter 169

Woah, woah, woah

Okay hang on a minute…

It’s been over a year since the last post of The Story, and that is, to put it simply, terrible.

So what we need is a recap;

The Story is an ongoing BLOG fantasy about a girl who is thrown into (well, lets face it, she chooses this adventure) a strange world full of dragons, fairies, ogres, mermaids a troll hunter, battles and searches for mysterious objects. There is even a witch and a ghost! Bella seems to get into endless trouble but thankfully she is also able to get herself OUT of endless trouble.

OR

You know… read The Story again… HERE

So, another recap… the last chapter had Bella trying to figure out what to do next (go back and stop the witch, find Herman the troll hunter or find a way to get home) She went back to face the witch and stepped into the dark forest…

 

Darkness surrounded me but bravely, I kept walking.

And tripped over.

It was to be expected given I couldn’t even see my hand in front of my face yet it still came as a shock when I hit the ground hard. The scent of damp dirt filled my nostrils and grit dug in under my nails. Gross. Was it worth climbing to my feet to keep going? I could call out for help but that could lead to all sorts of trouble. I couldn’t hear a thing over the sound of my own heart beating. I needed a light.

Fumbling with my pockets I found nothing useful. I slapped my hands back into the dirt. Nothing for it then. I climbed back to my feet and shuffled forward waving my hands around in front of my body. When I didn’t immediately hit anything I kept going.

Inch by inch.

A scream shattered the silence.

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