Day 10 #Loveuary – Finding You/Flame #writephoto

10 Feb 2017 61 Comments

by Ritu in #loveuary, #WritePhoto, Fiction, Thoughts Opinions & Memories Tags: #loveuary, #WritePhoto, Blog, Blog Post, Blogger, Blogging, Finding You, Flames, love, Love and Loss, Sue Vincent, Technology

A little fiction, based around my prompt words ‘finding you’, and tying my #Loveuary post in with Sue’s #writephoto prompt this week.

Jack looked over at Jamie and Rose, cosying up next to their Grandma Maggie on the small sofa. The flames from the fireplace cast a warming glow over the room.

“Nan nan, how much do you love me?” six-year-old Jamie turned to his grandma.

“Oh my handsome boy, I love you as far as you can see,” and she smiled, her eyes crinkling at the sides.

Those eyes, Jack thought. They may have old skin around them now, but they still held the same beauty to him, as they had fifty years before.

“But do you love me more than Grandpa Jack?” the cheeky chappy questioned.

Rose’s two-year-old eyes were drooping. She sucked her thumb and snuggled in closer to her Grandma. Maggie put her arm around her infant granddaughter and held her close.

The love in those arms, the same love she showed to our own children, all those years before. Jack almost felt that he was looking at his wife in the throes of motherhood.

What he wouldn’t give to get back to those days… or even just a few years back.

To see those eyes look at him, filled with love, once more. To feel those arms pulling him closer in an embrace.

But he had to be satisfied with this, simply watching… Cruel fate had intervened in their happy life, snatching him from this Earth. He was grateful that he could still be there, watching over her, his Maggie.

I was lucky to find you all those years ago… now I’ll wait, for the time when you come to find me…

Remember, feel free to take part in #Loveuary! Just ping back to the daily post, as in this one for today! And if you are at a loss for a prompt, then visit my rules post here for a list of prompt suggestions!

WRITESPIRATION #101 52 WEEKS IN 52 WORDS WEEK 5 – Splat!

02 Feb 2017 18 Comments

by Ritu in #Writespiration, Fiction, Thoughts Opinions & Memories Tags: #Writespiration, 52 Word Challenge, Blog, Blog Post, Blogger, Blogging, Sacha Black, Splat

She’s a hard taskmaster, that Sacha Black! Her prompt this week for her 52-word #writespiration challenge is to include 4 specific words in our writing. And what a selection she chose!

Time, stack, pigeon and juice!

I mean, seriously Sacha!!! Still, I did it!!

Oh well, here goes… Sorry of it makes no sense, but this is what you get when silly words are thrown at you, lol!!

Splat!

I look up and see a pigeon almost smugly, smile down at me.
No time for changing.
A stack of work waits on my desk alongside a presentation, promotion resting on the outcome.
No, I need to change. Just call to say I’ll be late.

Jeez! Phone out of juice too!

WRITESPIRATION #100 52 WEEKS IN 52 WORDS WEEK 4 – 100

25 Jan 2017 52 Comments

by Ritu in Challenges, Fiction, Humour, Thoughts Opinions & Memories Tags: #Writespiration, 100, 52 Word Challenge, Blog, Blog Post, Blogger, Blogging, Fiction, Sacha Black

Week 4 of Sacha’s special #writespiration prompts. As it is her 100th #writespiration prompt in total, she has given us this as a prompt, to do whatever we want with…

100

The twist in this new 52-week challenge… you can only use 52 words. No more, no less, 52 words exactly. Any story of your choice, but 52 words. Final!

So here goes!

Sheesh! Who’d a thunk it?

Still, it was worth it. It was a great night!

The music was pumping, the people were dancing, the drinks were flowing.

Jeez, were they flowing… One hundred bottles of flowing!

No wonder my head hurts.

Just wake me when it’s all tidy!

Perks of hitting 100!

Image from Google

I only wish that if I hit that milestone, I can still party as hard! 😉

#JusJoJan Daily Prompt – Jan. 20th/17 – Transcendent /#WRITESPIRATION #99 52 WEEKS IN 52 WORDS WEEK 3

20 Jan 2017 23 Comments

by Ritu in #jusjojan, Challenges, Fiction, My Writing, Thoughts Opinions & Memories Tags: #jusjojan, #Writespiration, Blog, Blog Post, Blogger, Blogging, Deborah Trucker, Fiction, Linda G Hill, Lost Things, Sacha Black, Transcendent

Combining two prompts together again today because, well, I can!

Day 20 of Linda’s #JusJoJan challenge with the prompt below;

The Just Jot It January 20th prompt, brought to you by Deborah of the blog, Notes Tied on the Sagebrush, is: “Transcendent.” Use it any way you’re inspired to. And make sure you stop by and say hi to Deborah as well! Here’s her blog: https://notestiedonthesagebrush.com/ .

And week 3 of Sacha’s new, improved #writespiration prompts.

SO, your challenge if you choose to accept it, is to write your story using the weekly theme/prompt and write it in just 52 words…. EXACTLY, no more, no less.

This weeks theme:

Lost Things

Certain things, once lost, can never be ‘found’ again.

She learned that the hard way.

Famous once for her transcendent beauty, she had it all.

Then that damn thing called ‘Age’ happened.

No amount of surgery helped.

If anything, each treatment seemed to bury her looks further.

Who said beauty is ageless?

Lantern #writephoto

19 Jan 2017 24 Comments

by Ritu in Challenges, Fiction, Thoughts Opinions & Memories Tags: #WritePhoto, Blog, Blog Post, Blogger, Blogging, Flash Fiction, Lantern, Positivity, Religion, Sue Vincent

Sue’s #writephoto prompt this week.

In the darkness, all seemed hopeless. What was I supposed to do?

I’d done what I had seen done in countless films, gone to the confessional in the church.

I’m not a church-goer. I don’t know whether it would help me, but they always seem so relieved in the movies, like a weight lifted off their shoulders, then something miraculous usually happens and all is right again.

But nothing did happen initially. I came out, after pouring it all out to whoever was behind that curtain, still feeling full of guilt.

Sitting in a pew, I looked up at the cross ahead of me.

The night was drawing in fast, the setting sun casting long shadows across the whole of the church.

I closed my eyes. I wanted to cry. Maybe I just needed to shut my eyes forever.

That’s one way the guilt would go.

I opened my eyes again.

The whole church was shrouded in darkness.

How long had my eyes been shut?

Suddenly, a light shone in from outside.

Looking up, I saw a lantern illuminating the church with a dull glow.

Then I looked back at the cross.

I don’t know why but something lifted from my shoulders.