Stream of Consciousness Saturday: Acrostic Hopelessness.

This  is part of  LindaGHill‘s Stream of Consciousness Saturday  . This  week  Linda said : Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “ho.” Find a word with the two letters–“ho”–in that order, and use it in your post. Enjoy!

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Acrostic Hopelessness .

Hope left with not even a goodbye

Off  she  went  regardless of my  cry

Ever ready  to  surround  me

Loneliness  grabbed me so I could not  flee

Eager  to entrap me in it’s hold

Sinister  horror  surrounds  me whole

Slipping ever  further  from reality

Never knowing  if  ever again I will be free

Endless  questions  beset  my mind

Smothering me with hopelessness unkind

Sinking  deep into  the abyss, lost alone death  would be bliss.



Thursday photo prompt – Violet sky #writephoto:

Thursday photo prompt – Violet sky #writephoto


This  is part of  Sue Vincent‘s  Thursday photo  prompt.

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Tinged with violet

Gold rays of  the new born day

Beautiful yet bleak.


Ava opened  her  eyes  and  looked  to  the  horizon, her bones  ached , sleeping  in the car  was  not  good  for  anyone. The  view  that greeted  her  lifted  her  spirits. The  dawn was  creeping  in  from the  horizon. Violet in hue , gold tinged  it gave  the  road  and  the tree line  a magical  feel.

Rubbing her  eyes  Ava  promised herself  she  would  never,ever sleep in  the car again. Taking  a moment  she stepped out of  the car  and stretched, the  sky  was hypnotic  it  called her  and  she was  too tired  to argue . Moving  round  the car  she stood  and  breathed in the  raw  morning  air as  she drank in the  dawn sky.

Thinking of  home  she  had  the urge to get back  to  James  and  his  comfy  bed and hot lips. She  turned  back  to the car  only  to be  frozen in the lights of  the huge lorry. She had  no where  to  go  the truck took her off  the  road  and  threw her back down with a thud  before  flattening  the life out of  her.

Looking  down at  her  battered  and bashed  body  Ava  thought  what a shame  she  would  not taste  James again…………… she  turned  and  walked  up  into  the violet  sky towards  the  golden opening.

The  truck driver  felt  the bang, he had not  seen her but  he  was  so  shocked  to find her under his wheels. He looked up into  the violet  and  golden dawn, he  thought he  could  see something in  the  clouds, just  for a  second. He looked  at  the sky  and  then pulled out his  phone  and  dialed 999 knowing  as he did it  was already  too late.



Aberfan 1966

50 Years may of passed
For those who lived on
The nightmares still last
Friends and teachers gone
In their houses they were kept
To ease the pain of those who wept.
Grief is something we cannot span
Sending prayers to Aberfan.

Hugh's Views & News

You left this world, 50 years ago today

Holding hands you travelled together

144 souls lifted by the light

Looking down at those who continue to suffer

Your lights shine on, through darkness and pain

We’ll sing our hearts out for your pleasure

Not only today will we remember your goodbyes

You’ll stay in our hearts forever


Written for the people of Aberfan


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Independent motion – can you help?

Lets share and help

Sue Vincent - Daily Echo

What would you give to make a dream come true if you woke to find yourself living a nightmare?

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And then, you found a way…

In 2009, my son was a successful young man with a bright future… until he was stabbed through the brain in an unprovoked attack and left for dead in an alley.

He was found almost immediately by passers-by who saved his life. By the time we arrived at the hospital, Nick was being prepared for emergency brain surgery. We were allowed to see him, for a few minutes, to say goodbye. He was not expected to survive…

Over the past couple of years, many in the blogging community have come to know my son and know…

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Thursday Doors :Josselin Brittany.Thoughts From France


Cottages by  the  lock  at Josselin  just down from the  Chateau


A door opening out  on  a  quiet  street, we passed it on

our  way  up to  the chateau


A happy  blue  door  opposite  the road  bridge.


I can’t remember  exactly  where  this  door is  but  it is  my  favourite !


We visited  Josselin  on Saturday  1oth of  September  the  first Saturday   of  our  French holiday. We had  our  friend  with us  she had  joined us  for  five days. She  was having  a  bad  time  and  had  few  days holiday in  hand  so  she joined us  on  the  Wednesday  through  to the Sunday.

I digress … we spent  the day  in Josselin  we arrived  late  morning  armed  with a picnic  and  blankets  to  sit on, we are English! well  she is  Scottish  but  who is  knitpicking? not me.

We saw  the  top  doors on a line  of  cottages  by  the lock, the end one being  the lock keepers cottage. We were very lucky  with the  weather. img_20160910_143307599_hdr

View  of  Josselin Chateau  from  the lock.

The  second  photo  is  of  a door  we passed on our  walk up  to  the chateau  after  our picnic.

The  third  photo is  a beautiful blue door frames  by flowers, it  was opposite  a  busy  road  bridge also framed  with flowers.


The bridge  opposite  the blue  door.

The  last  door  was my favourite , I cannot  remember  exactly  where it  was  but  it had directions  to  the  the sculptor’s  at  the corner of  the road!


This is part of  Norm 2.0 Thursday  Doors.

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Wordless Wednesday: Well Done Team GB!

One Liner Wednesday: At the Dentist .

I am at this moment sitting in the dentist’s waiting room waiting to hear the words : “Would you like to  come up.” These words from the dentist make me want to run.

This is part of One Liner Wednesday as organised by LindaGHill

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