The Memory Store



There’s a hidden box inside my mind, I call my memory store,

When days seem dull, I’m feeling blue, I revisit times before,

A kindness I’ve forgotten, an adventure, a good book,

Remind me that life’s full of colour; if you only look.



Written for Streams of Consciousness Saturday. Write the first thing that springs to mind following a prompt and post. No editing allowed. This weeks post is ‘store.’

Six Word Story – Gone



The blood clot moved; he’s gone.


I’ve been wanting to create some six word stories and when I read that this week’s Stream of Consciousness prompt is ‘use a word containing the letters CLO’, this sprang to mind. It’s a bit grim for a Saturday – sorry!

SoCS – Emote


Yesterday I had a really emotional day collecting my new car. Now this should be a cause for celebration and while I do feel very thankful to be mobile, saying goodbye to my trusty old Honda was gut-wrenchingly painful.

I have had the same car for the over 12 years. My children have grown up in it and we have gone from sticky fingerprints and baby seats to trips to view prospective universities and driving lessons. My youngest child made his first trip home from the hospital in it, only hours old, filling the interior with his delicious baby smell.

Collecting our gorgeous boxer puppy was one of the best trips we ever made, and leaving him the vets, years later as he lost his long battle with cancer has to be the saddest. 

The car has accompanied us on sunny summer holidays, helped deliver umpteen christmas presents and generally been an all round constant in our ever changing lives.

I had become so ridiculously attached to this inanimate object I cried handing over my keys and log book at the garage.

The end of an era.



Written for Stream of Consciousness Saturday, write the first thing that comes into your head following a word prompt. No editing, no overthinking. This weeks prompt is ’emote’.

SoCS Challenge – Just



I just want to write. It’s simple. It’s what I’ve always wanted to do. To be able to string words into sentences, into paragraphs that have the ability to transport the reader to another place where time doesn’t exist.

I just want to write. I want someone, somewhere to read my stories and momentarily forget who they are and what they should be doing. 

I just want to write. I want to create characters so real, so tangible, the reader roots for them, weeps with them and celebrates their triumphs.

I just want to write. To be left alone, for a minute, a day, an hour. To be able to construct a story without hearing “what’s for dinner?”, “where’s my PE kit?”, “is my shirt ironed”?

I just want to write. To let the words flow from mind to fingers, to screen without worrying about punctuation, grammar, first person, past tense.

I just want to write without any pressure, ideas or expectation with what to do with it afterwards.

I just want to write. 

I just need to stop making excuses and get on with it.


This post is part of this weeks SoCS challenge. This week, the prompt is “Just.” Take whichever definition of the word you’d like to and run with it.