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January 16, 2024
January 15, 2024
Jaye’s Week Two…
Jaye’s Week Two Last week began well as if confirming that the week before wasn’t a fluke. I was progressing with the writing and looking forward to a family day midweek. My head was still coming up with these interesting ideas and plans for future progress, so all was well in my world. At least, … Continue reading Jaye’s Week Two…
January 14, 2024
#Frosty Sunday…
The weather here in the UK isn’t getting any warmer, and they have threatened us with a serious drop in temperatures this week. We haven’t had to get the blankets out yet, but it could happen! We sincerely hope that everyone can manage to keep warm and safe, wherever you are! Winter Draws on?
January 12, 2024
Yesterday, the best Day of the Week…
Yesterday, the Best Day of the Week… Yesterday was a family day, but I did manage to post something in the morning before they arrived. Family visits are precious, and we suspect that our family are making sure we get regular visits now we are older and don’t get out much. The years seem to … Continue reading Yesterday, the best Day of the Week…
January 11, 2024
A not so small Hitch…
Image by Colin Behrens from Pixabay Ten days into the new year, and so far, it has been a great beginning. Yesterday should have been a good day, as I was beginning to expect it. I was disappointed when the computer started to play up, buffering and refusing to do anything. I could feel my newfound enthusiasm slowly … Continue reading A not so small Hitch…
January 9, 2024
Let it Snow… please?
Well, it has snowed… Not quite enough to get excited about, but I was pleased to see it. It didn’t snow for long, but it was almost a blizzard for ten whole minutes! I didn’t expect to see any snow this morning, but it was so cold last night, it couldn’t melt. I don’t have … Continue reading Let it Snow… please?
#Tuesday Book Blog ~ CrossFire #MysteryFiction #Excerpt
It was almost midnight, the cold rushing wind the only sound in the empty, deserted streets.
Someone had been following the detective ever since he left the public-house. This had not been a social visit; he had been looking for information, seeking to loosen a few tongues with the help of the local brew. It had been another waste of his time, his mood as black as the night around him.
A sound behind him made him pause, and he waited for the person to come into view. When no one appeared, he knew he had been mistaken due to being more than a little drunk and frustrated.
Something hit his head as he stood at the side of the road, something hard and painful. He had been right, after all. His senses began to fail as the pain in his head intensified, his sight the first to go. As his knees buckled, he reached up, his fingers touching the alien object protruding from the side of his head.
The shock of realising what was happening accelerated his system failure, and he collapsed, his head hitting the road hard. As he lay dying, someone knelt beside him. He couldn’t see who it was, whether they were friends or foes, but he felt it didn’t matter anymore.
The last thing he felt was the icy fingers on his face…
Someone had been following the detective ever since he left the public-house. This had not been a social visit; he had been looking for information, seeking to loosen a few tongues with the help of the local brew. It had been another waste of his time, his mood as black as the night around him.
A sound behind him made him pause, and he waited for the person to come into view. When no one appeared, he knew he had been mistaken due to being more than a little drunk and frustrated.
Something hit his head as he stood at the side of the road, something hard and painful. He had been right, after all. His senses began to fail as the pain in his head intensified, his sight the first to go. As his knees buckled, he reached up, his fingers touching the alien object protruding from the side of his head.
The shock of realising what was happening accelerated his system failure, and he collapsed, his head hitting the road hard. As he lay dying, someone knelt beside him. He couldn’t see who it was, whether they were friends or foes, but he felt it didn’t matter anymore.
The last thing he felt was the icy fingers on his face…
January 8, 2024
Freezing temperatures, snow and a good book!
We have been promised some snow this afternoon, but the rest of the forecast is bleak. There will be a huge drop in the temperature, much colder than normal, they say. I’m not looking forward to that as I am cold enough already! I have made sure the bird feeders are full and wish I … Continue reading Freezing temperatures, snow and a good book!
January 7, 2024
Carrot Ranch Literary Community ~ #Poetry #StoryChallenge
January 2, 2024, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story using the color red. It can be a descriptor, a setting, a character, or a metaphor. How far can you get in a story by expanding “red”? What’s in a Colour? Some say red is the colour of luck, others the … Continue reading Carrot Ranch Literary Community ~ #Poetry #StoryChallenge
