I woke up this morning feeling down in the dumps and sorry for myself but then I stumbled across Sarah’s post and it has lightened my spirits so, obviously I wanted to share it with you guys x

Photo Credit: Dreamcatcher Reality Sometimes life hits us over the head with a frying pan. We are going about our business and then something seemingly out of blue comes and derails our path. Sometimes we just need that reality check in order to be reminded of what we are made of. Conflict is a part…

via “You’re Going to be Happy, Said Life, But First I’ll Make You Strong” — Sarah Warsi

FOWC: Free

He almost felt sorry for the woman in the witness box, she looked so pathetic with her scraggy hair, tiny watery eyes and turned down mouth. ‘She really is one of the most unattractive women I’ve ever seen’ he thought to himself.

Song Lyric Sunday: Boys

Good morning Wordpress folk, I hope that you’ve had a good week! Hasn’t it gone quickly? It’s Sunday once more and time to peruse the playlists and get your groove on as we prepare for Song Lyric Sunday. I don’t know how she does it but Helen manages to come up with something new every single week and our prompt for today is boys.

FOWC: Pencil

“I’m here to help you, do you understand?”

The man had a calming, gentle voice and his face, behind his large black spectacles, was kind. He could elicit a response with nothing more than a well timed pause and an encouraging smile. The prisoner before him was known to be recalcitrant but he’d worked with him over several weeks and felt that they were finally getting somewhere.

321 Quote Me! – Creative Writing

Once again, I stood still long enough for someone to tag me and this time it was the master of the one word prompt and all round great guy, Fandango. If you haven’t come across this before it’s a fun challenge and, like all challenges it has it’s rules:

FOWC: Driver

“Can you take me to number 10 Ave Maria Lane please?”

Without waiting for an answer George climbed into the Hackney carriage. He hadn’t much liked the look of it but what was a man to do after a late night at the club? The chaps had certainly been on form tonight and by God he’d feel it in the morning, his head was swimming

FOWC: Pending

Mark sat staring at the letter, wishing he could share the contents with someone but he knew it was impossible. he couldn’t tell, not yet. These few, short sentences could change his life forever; reading them over again he couldn’t suppress a squeal of delight, finally he had achieved something worthwhile. He couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of satisfaction when he thought about the look on his brother’s face when he shared the news with him; the black sheep at last coming good..

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