Monthly Archives: March 2016

One Liner Wednesday

This is part of One Liner Wednesday. OK so it is Friday already but it is a long weekend and we are away in Port Elizabeth. I liked this quote from “All the Light we Cannot See” by Anthony Doerr and I thought it appropriate for Good Friday.

“Don’t you want to live before you die?”

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This post is part of Streams of Consciousness Saturday.

Here are the rules:

1. Your post must be stream of consciousness writing, meaning no editing, (typos can be fixed) and minimal planning on what you’re going to write.

2. Your post can be as long or as short as you want it to be. One sentence – one thousand words. Fact, fiction, poetry – it doesn’t matter. Just let the words carry you along until you’re ready to stop.

3. There will be a prompt every week. I will post the prompt here on my blog on Friday, along with a reminder for you to join in. The prompt will be one random thing, but it will not be a subject. For instance, I will not say “Write about dogs”; the prompt will be more like, “Make your first sentence a question,” “Begin with the word ‘The’,” or simply a single word to get your started.

4. Ping back! It’s important, so that I and other people can come and read your post! For example, in your post you can write “This post is part of SoCS:” and then copy and paste the URL found in your address bar at the top of this post into yours.  Your link will show up in my comments for everyone to see. The most recent pingbacks will be found at the top.

5. Read at least one other person’s blog who has linked back their post. Even better, read everyone’s! If you’re the first person to link back, you can check back later, or go to the previous week, by following my category, “Stream of Consciousness Saturday,” which you’ll find right below the “Like” button on my post.

6. Copy and paste the rules (if you’d like to) in your post. The more people who join in, the more new bloggers you’ll meet and the bigger your community will get!

7. As a suggestion, tag your post “SoCS” and/or “#SoCS” for more exposure and more views.

8. Have fun!


This week’s challenge is to use the word “egg”, which brings up the question of which came first, the chicken or the egg? The egg is therefore a symbol of life although depending which species you are looking at, it could also be seed, spore, or embryo. In any case, it is a very good symbol of Easter because Easter is all about the new life in Christ because of the Crucifixion and Resurrection. I have always preferred buying Easter eggs rather than chickens, bunnies or the like. May this Easter be a blessing and a start of new life in one way or another for you all.

The Clock

I am a little late this week but this is part of  Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields . She also took the photo for this week’s prompt. Thanks Rochelle.

“The clock is the only thing I grabbed before we fled. My father gave it to me for my 21st birthday.” Margaret wiped away a tear “I had to sell it when we came to this country so I could buy food for myself and my sister.”

“I know,” Bryce said. He took out a handkerchief and dried her eyes gently. “Remember, I first met you going into the Pawn shop. That’s when I fell in love with you.” He reached into his briefcase and took out the clock. “Regard it as an engagement present. Please will you marry me?”

100 words

The Trap

This is a story for flash fiction for aspiring writers. The challenge is to write a flash fiction story between 100 and 150 words based on a prompt. This weeks prompt is by Emmy L Gant


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The Trap (105 words)

They were waiting for me when my spaceship landed. Despite all their communications of friendship and scientific co-operation, they had known all along.

They had lied when they had painted earth as a friendly, semi deserted planet that would welcome settlement by Vortigoes. All they had been interested in was studying a new life form.

So here I am trapped in the translucent polymer inner chamber. I can see the metal bars of the outer cell.

I have communicated. I know it won’t be long before my people free me and take the ultimate vengeance. I can see the pre-annihilation clouds aggregating in the west.

I am trying to write a novel in between getting distracted by flash fiction. You can check out the first two chapters at Chapter Buzz.  Meanwhile I am inspired by all the great flash fiction stories I have been reading.


Secret Wedding

This is a story for flash fiction for aspiring writers. The challenge is to write a flash fiction story between 100 and 150 words based on a prompt. This week’s prompt is from Louise at The Story Teller’s Abode.


Kathryn took the steps two at a time, hindered by the expanse of white dress she was holding up with both hands. The prince had said he would meet her at dawn in the old chapel. He had organised with the bishop. It was now almost an hour after dawn. She had underestimated how long it took to prepare and saddle a horse without a groom. Had he waited?

As she reached the top she saw his back receding out the other side. “Richard!” she yelled.

He turned. His face lit up. “I thought you had changed your mind,” he said, sheathing his sword again. (105 words)

The Batteries – Friday Fictioneers

This is a story for Friday Fictioneers.

It is based on the following prompt by Sean Fallon.

Copyright-Sean Fallon

“They were my grandfather’s,” the garage sale lady told him. The jar of batteries was only R5. Clive Baker bought it for the tiny ones at the bottom.

“Just the size for my hearing aids” he told Mabel. “You know, the ones at the audiologist cost R100 for 6. There must be at least 100 here.”

“More rubbish to clutter up the house,” mumbled Mabel under her breath. “They won’t work, you know!” she said.

Clive put the new batteries in his hearing aid.

“Did you have the clock fixed? I hear it ticking. It hasn’t worked for ten years!”

Chapter 2

For those who read the first chapter of my potential book, “They call me Nothing,” Here is Chapter Two. You will remember in Chapter One we met the boy who had a good start in life but who now was a criminal. He comes to the Counselling Centre of a little church near Alexandra. In chapter two we get to know Kay, the counselor.

The chapter is still in draft form so please let me know how I can change it to make it better.

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