Stand My Ground

I was going through some blogs, trying to catch up, and I saw one from Penny on The Why About This. She has a video from one of my favourite groups, and when I was watching it, I thought of the song that goes with it. Or it goes with it in my opinion anyway. Head over to Penny’s to see the first song, then either watch the lyrics video or the official video of Stand My Ground by Within Temptation. I think I may have put this on a couple of years ago when I was doing my music posts.

Friday Fictioneers -By Strange Means

Friday Fictioneers is a weekly photo challenge hosted by the wonderful Rochelle. She hangs up a photo that someone has provided for her and our task is to write a story in 100 words or less based on that photo. It is not as easy as you may think. I managed to edit mine from 160 words down to exactly 100.

If you want to have a go, then click on the Friday Fictioneers image, or if you want to read what others have written, then click on the blue frog.


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Photo © Georgia Koch

Jeff lay back in the boat, his oar snapped three hours previously and one of the shards still protruded from his right arm. Looking out across the lake, he knew no one could see him; he dozed off hoping someone would come.

A female voice to his right woke him, “Help’s coming Jeff.” He looked and saw a lifeboat speeding towards him. He smiled. He was safe. The owner of the voice was nowhere around.

“We got your distress call from Anna,” a rescuer told him.

Jeff smiled with tears in his eyes. Anna, his nan, died twenty years ago.


Whilst this is fiction, it is based on a true event. My cousin was on a Loch in Scotland and for some reason he couldn’t get back. Our nan sat on the boat with him until help arrived. This was in 1996, and we buried our nan in 1988. I changed the names. Our nan was very spiritual and claimed she could see spirits when she was alive. Maybe she could, and that’s why she came back to my cousin.

Sunday Photo Fiction -A Stroll Through The Park

Every week a photo is used as a prompt to create a story or a poem in around  words. It may seem easy, but sometimes when you are caught up, the word count goes way over so reducing it to  words, looking what words to remove, can be difficult. If you want to see if you can do it, then head over to


or if you want read what others have written, then head over to

169 08 August 21st 2016

She did not look innocent. The way she walked, the way she moved, seemingly gliding rather than walking. Her hair ruffled lightly in the wind. The trees bowing to her as the wind blew them. The streetlight lit up her platinum blonde hair, making it look almost metallic.

She carried herself with confidence and fearlessness. Her arms hung by her sides, fingers barely past the very short skirt she wore.  The boots, with their six-inch heels, covered her legs and knees with laces up the front, a zip up the back and seven buckles on the inner side.

Her top, cropped to show her mid-section and the bullet shell casing as a naval piece on show. The black top with the words “vida ad mortem”* in silver, sat with the bottom of her breasts showing underneath.

Walking along the path at just after midnight would have scared most people, but she seemed unperturbed. She knew what the risks coming down here. In fact, she welcomed them.

Her ear twitched at the rustle in the bushes beside her, and the rapist that plagued the park stepped out grinning manically. His grin vanished when he realised HE was the prey this time …

*  Vida ad mortem – Life To Death

Friday Fictioneers -Enemy Mine

Every week Rochelle gives us an image to use as a prompt for writing a story in around 100 words. As she is sorting her book out at the moment, she is rerunning some old images. This image of a hornet’s nest is one I used for Raynard a couple of years ago. If you want to know who Raynard is, you can read the stories HERE. Raynard is a collaboration between myself and Jules Paige, and you can read her version of events HERE.

This story does not involve him though. This is completely different.

If you want to take part in Friday Fictioneers, then head over to Rochelle’s page (link earlier in this sentence) or if you want to read what others have written, then click on the blue froggy.

How did you expect to get out of here alive?

I didn’t. I was only supposed to get in.”

Nobody comes in without an escape plan.”

The Emperor is still the leader. You don’t control everything. You don’t control my future

I kill you now and I have ended your future. I control your life. And wipe that grin off your face

You don’t understand, do you? There was a reason I didn’t have an exit plan. You’ve heard of the Trojan horse?

He split apart and wasps with their fatal venom spilled from him and slew the Emperor’s enemies.