Hunted – #FlashFiction

Image courtesy of Priya Bajpal

The colours are bright.

To my left, a lion shadowed by the trees. Watching. To my right a tiger, his orange body striped black. Amber eyes glowing fierce and hungry.

I’ve never felt so scared.

A scream is torn from my throat as I curl into a ball, waiting for him to spring.

Above me, the universe spins and collides. Stars crashing into planets. The end of something.

A warning.

Suddenly, blackness.


My chest loosens. Heart slows.

The door cracks open.

‘Don’t you like your new nursery.’ My mother whispers, fiddling with the timer on my nightlight.

My mobile rotates, wallpaper looms.

I cry.


‘Hunted’ was written for Friday Fictioneers. A weekly 100 word flash fiction challenge, inspired by a photo prompt. Join in and/or read the other entries over at host Rochelle’s blog here

The Journey #FlashFiction

Photo prompt – Dawn Miller


‘I need to find out who I am,’ she can’t meet my eye.

I want to tell her I know who she is; the love of my life. I want to tell her I’ve spent weeks organising a flash mob to dance her perfect proposal, but I don’t. I watch her leave.

I have my dignity, even if I don’t have her.


I tell him I’m leaving and my heart actually breaks. But he’s been avoiding me. My friends have seen him out with a bunch of girls. I walk away.

I have my dignity, even if I don’t have him.

‘The Journey’ was written for Friday Fictioneers. A weekly 100 word story challenge prompted by the fabulous Rochelle. Do read the other entries and/or post your own story.

My Liebster Award



A big thanks to Emma for nominating my new blog for The Liebster Award.

When you are given The Liebster Award, you, in turn, pass it on to 11 blogs you enjoy (either new blogs or blogs with less than 200 followers) after posting 11 facts about yourself, answering 11 questions from the person who nominated you, and asking the blogs you wish to nominate 11 questions.

Here goes: –


11 facts about me


1.   I never watch the news or read newspapers. The world inside my head is much nicer than the one outside.

2.   I regularly make my own chocolate (the healthy kind).

3.   I used to want to marry Noel Edmonds (hey, I was only 10).

4.   I am lucky enough to have the awesome Louise Walters as my Mentor through The WoMentoring Project.

5.   I am learning to play the piano and guitar.

6.   I love to laugh and try to find humour in everything.

7.   I eloped to Gretna Green last year without telling anyone (oh, my future husband knew).

8.   I love animals.

9.   I rarely watch TV but love a good movie.

10.  I am never without a book.

11.  My singing voice is so bad my children beg me to stop! (Hey I enjoy it).


Emma’s 11 questions to answer

1. What is the best piece of advice you have ever received?

The only thing in life we can control is our attention, where we put it and how we choose to react to situations. It’s why I now teach Mindfulness.

2. Who is the first person you pick up the phone to when you need to talk?

My husband, I am lucky enough to have married my best friend.

3. Plane, train, or automobile – what is your favourite way to travel?

It always was my own 2 feet but after being left with a disability a few years ago I am grateful to go anywhere, by any means!

4. What is your favourite quote?

It will be ok in the end, if it’s not ok, it’s not the end.

5. City or Country?

Definitely country. I moved to a town from a village when I got married and miss the open spaces.

6. What book would you take with you to a desert island?

Probably one called “How to survive on a desert island”.

7. What superhero would you be and why?

Probably catwoman (because she looks hot).

8. What is your favourite decade and why?

The 80’s. Full of gigs and fun.

9. What one thing would you do to change the world?

Teach meditation to everyone, if we all experienced inner peace the world would be a far nicer place to be.

10. What would you save if your house was on fire?

My family.

11. What makes you laugh, what makes you cry?

My children make me laugh every single day. People being unkind to others make me cry.  And onions.


11 bloggers I nominate

1.   Learning to Fly

2.   Adam Icke

3.   Getoutamyhead

4.   A brave new week

5.   Fictions in Flashes

6.   Book Nanny

7.   The Spontaneity Review 

8.   Jeremy’s Daily Challenge

9.   Up from the Ashes

10.  A web of short stories

11.  Gin and books


11 questions for nominated bloggers to answer if they wish to participate

1.   If you could add one thing to the school curriculum what would it be?

2.   Do you write in silence or to music?

3.   What is your earliest memory?

4.   Do you have a pet?

5.   What one piece of advice do you love to share?

6.   Name something you haven’t achieved yet but would like to.

7.   What’s your favourite movie?

8.   Do you have a blogging schedule?

9.   What’s your favourite smell?

10.  Which genre of books do you prefer?

11.  Name something (or someone) that makes you smile.


Sunday photo fiction challenge – Discarded



With trembling hands I reach for the phone to call Adam. I can scarcely believe what I am about to say. Hesitating, I waver. Can I wait until he gets home? He is such a hard working boyfriend, putting in extra hours everyday, sometimes until long after the sun has set.

I shall buy a nice steak and tell him over dinner I decide. I am on my way to the butchers when I see Adam kissing Lucy Granger outside her flat. He cups her face so tenderly my palm inadvertently touches my own cheek now wet with tears. When had we last shown each other affection like that?

Driving through Saturday traffic and a heartache so thick I can barely breathe, I make the decision never to return home again. He may have discarded our love like a piece of old junk and broken my heart but I will leave with my pride intact.

I have shared the last 5 years of my life with Adam but I won’t be sharing the news of my lottery win. I don’t know what Lucy Granger has that I haven’t, but I know what I have that she hasn’t got, 6.2 million.



Written for the Sunday Photo Fiction Challenge – a 200 word story inspired by a picture. 

SoCS – Change




“You’ve changed”, she said sadly.
“I know”, he whispered softly.
“Please don’t leave me”, she implored.
“I have to, I’m sorry, I can’t do this anymore”.


Stepping out of the rollercoaster queue with a heavy heart and a churning stomach, he left his girlfriend to take her fifth ride of the day alone.


Written for Saturday’s stream of consciousness challenge. The word given was change.







Sunday photo fiction – I command respect


I despised the humans that worked on this once majestic farm. They leaned against me with blatant disrespect smoking their infernal death sticks. New fangled contraptions carry out the hard work.

Their gazes remained transfixed by strange box things they held in their hands while permanent frowns furrowed prematurely lined faces. Did they know they wouldn’t be alive if I hadn’t worked so tirelessly farming for their peasant ancestors? What thanks do I get? Left outside in all weathers to rust and be ridiculed by passers by.

I deserve some dignity in my retirement. I have suffered the shame of local brats climbing over me, farmhands stubbing cigarettes out on me and animals relieving themselves against me. I may not be powered by their modern day witchcraft but I command respect.

I need to take action, to force them to move me out of the elements, to a place I can enjoy a well deserved retirement.

Here comes another, resting against me as he drinks his tea. I tug his shirtsleeve with my stiff mechanism, gently at first, then harder and harder. His fingers make a satisfying crack as they enter my metal jaws. He screams in pain as his blood drips, warming my cool carcass.



Written for Sunday Photo Prompt. A 200 word story inspired by the above image.



Sunday photo fiction prompt – Peace at Last – 200 words


My stomach rumbles and I start thinking about dinner. What am I going to cook? I don’t think I can cobble much together from the frugal contents of my fridge. Maybe I should go to the chippy? I fancy a nice pie tonight. Talking about fancy I wonder whether Mike will be at the pub tonight? Perhaps I shouldn’t have pie, not if I want to look all gorgeous and sylph like. I wonder if Claudia will be there? I can’t believe what she wore last week. A sad excuse for a skirt. More like a belt. No wonder she didn’t have to buy a drink all night. Slapper. Oh god, what am I going to wear? I should have bought something new today. It’s been ages since I’ve been shopping. I wonder if I am overdrawn again. Really I must check my balance more. It’s just numbers, nothing to be frightened of. I wonder if …..

The sound of chimes signalled it was time for me to open my eyes. Wow this meditation malarkey sure is amazing. I’m sure I barely thought at all. I feel all Zen like. Now time to get my newly serene self to the pub.


The challenge is to write a 200 word piece using the photo prompt.

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.