Musicalmarch ūüéĶ,Day 30,final trio.

Today is Day 31 of #musicalmarch and the very last day of¬†Ritu’s¬†musical challenge. It has been so much fun and quite soul searching.

Here is a link to Ritu’s Post

Well I have to choose my last pieces of music  and it has been so hard. Never one to shrink from a challenge I have chosen three.

First, and in no particular order we have Andrea Bocelli  with Canto del La Terra. Such a beautiful song.

The second is from¬†Maxwell¬†with a¬†Kate Bush¬†song. A woman’s work.

And last but not least Immie my favourite showing her talent for building a song from nothing.

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And

And

Thank you Ritu ūüíĚūüíóūüíú

Writespiration #109 52 Weeks in 52 Words Week 13

Writespiration #109 52 Weeks in 52 Words Week 13

writespiration-2017This week Sacha has given us the prompt 

THE BREAK.

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To be written in 52 words no more no less.

                     The Break

Where was the sense in continuing this discussion. No one was even listening. It was pointless so she left. Crossing the road she was hit by a car rolling down the hill, the hand break had been left off. Around her hospital bed they all gathered apologectly and were listening.The break worked.

Sue Vincent’s,#Writephoto: Gold

This is the next episode of my on going story prompted each week by the photo on Sue Vincent’s blog Daily Echo.

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              Gold.

Rachel and Lisa spent a quiet morning on the beach the sound of the waves and the mild weather cleared their heads. 

They talked about their lives, silently by telepathy. Anyone walking along the beach would of seen a pregnant woman and a large pregnant dog/ wolf.

Lisa told Rachel how her husband and been killed by Vampires in a raid about eight months ago. A week later she had discovered she was pregnant. Rachel asked if she hated the Vampires, because she did. Lisa replied that she hated the war more.

Lisa asked Rachel how she could be in love with Mathew if she hated Vampires. It was a trick question really because she had read Rachel’s mind and knew the answer. Rachel told her the truth and their bond grew stronger.

At midday Lisa and Rachel went to the village to get supplies, both were near their time (to give birth) so they had decided to stock up. As Lisa had warned Rachel the locals were afraid of her but they needed her. They showed their fear by avoiding the two and a few hurled insults at them. 

At one point a man spat at them and a woman shout out,”the pregnant bitch has found another pregnant bitch” Lisa ignored the insult but she saw Rachel slow up immediately she told her, “remember ordinary wolves don’t understand humans please ignore them”. Rachel obeyed Lisa and trotted on. They got their supplies and all who looked on would of just seen  the witch and her wolf as they walked home.

That evening they went to the beach to watch the sunset. Lisa marvelled a Rachel’s eyes.. they were the colour of the setting sun, gold. “What is it Rachel” Lisa asked as she watched the warewolf bristle and become alert. 

Rachel answered ” Quick we need to get back to the house now. I am certain that is not a bird on the horizon heading our way out of the sun. Get on my back Lisa I can carry you.” 

Lisa knew immediately  Rachel was right and did as she was told. Rachel ran across the beach carrying Lisa,they got into the house and lock all the doors and windows. 

They looked out at the last rays of the dying sun turn the sky was gold. They saw a lone Vampire circling the beach. 

“Thank you Rachel ” Lisa said. After she drew the curtains and lit fire Lisa hugged Rachel and the two slept soundly,Lisa resting on Rachel’s soft and warm fur.

Outside it was dark inside all was bathed in a glow of gold.

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Previous episodes 

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And here

Musicalmarch ūüéĶ,Day 30, Snow Patrol and Ellie Goulding.

Blog Sis Ritu at  But  I smile anyway has come up with another

challenge for us this month Musicalmarch.

Ritu ¬†said ¬†: “Nothing too serious or tedious.Just a chance to share some songs!¬†If you fancy posting a song for any reason this March, tag it¬†#musicalmarch

Link to Ritu’s¬†post

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Today ¬†is ¬†Day ¬†30 of #musicalmarch ¬†and I ¬†am sharing two ¬†song ¬†for ¬†no other ¬†reason ¬†than ¬†I ¬†just ¬†love ¬†them . Have a ¬†great ¬†day ¬†all of ¬†you.¬†I ¬†need to ¬†walk the ¬†dog ¬†then ¬†get ¬†my ¬†nurses ¬†hat on ¬†! ‚̧

The  first one  is  Chasing  Cars  by  Snow Patrol

 

and  the  second  song  I  want  to  post  is  Explosions   from Ellie  Goulding

Wordless Wednesday: Strange Fruit.

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One Liner Wednesday.

OMG,I am so tired bed is calling

Me at 21.34pm

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¬†EDWINA‚ÄôS ESSAY CHALLENGE: A LITTLE FLASH FICTION FUN

This is a one off challenge from Judy of Edwina’s Episodes.

Last week Judy had to take two exams which will help her qualify for a university course she wants to take for work .

Her challenge is : “Time stood still; I couldn’t believe that” Remember 40 mins ¬†and 1000 words.

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Time stood still; I couldn’t believe that I was still here after the crash! There had been total silence that lasted for what felt like hours. It could only of been seconds before the noise broke through, it had been horrific. About fifteen cars all banging into each other and my car somewhere in the centre of it all.
It was snowing hard and the light was failing. I crawled out through the broken windscreen totally unaware of why or how this had happened. I moved up the embankment to see if I could see the full picture. It was eerily silent now, the noise ten minutes ago had been horrific. I could not understand why I was not feeling the cold just a few minutes ago I was feeling truly frozen. I felt out of my body, I had heard of that before but right now I actually felt it.
As I looked on the emergency services started to arrive. It was as if suddenly a switch had been turned on and colour and sound flooded in around me. There were helicopters and paramedics, doctors, nurses and firemen too.
It was now a controlled scene, the noise was people shouting and screaming those in pain asking for help and those in charge issuing orders and prioritising who was to be treated first.
A doctor reached my car, I saw myself in the drivers seat, covered in blood. What on earth was going on I was here standing here watching it all. He pronounced me dead. “I am not”I screamed. I ran towards him but I was hardly moving , a nurse was double checking me to see if I had a pulse. She agreed with him . I reached the doctor and screamed at him, ” look I am here.” I realised I could not touch him. Then I heard crying in the back of the car. For a minute it made no sense then I realised it was my daughter Sophie trapped in the back. Save her I begged the doctor, again tying to shake him. It was as if he could neither hear Sophie or see me. I was desperate now I was no longer worried about myself. Help my daughter help my Sophie I begged.
Finally he stopped and looked into the car and saw a silent Sophie trapped by metal . I looked again and realised she was not crying .
“Hey”shouted the doctor “there’s a woman in here ” and, he lent in and checked her out ,” and she is alive” he shouted.

It took them two hours to cut her out , the firemen were so gentle with her, I slipped into the car and cradle Sophie in my arms, nobody seemed to mind and I was not in the way. I did find it strange though having to look at my dead body. Yes after the first hour I realised I was dead and there was nothing they or I could do about it. It was all about saving Sophie now . The metal had cut into Sophie’s legs, I was so grateful that she was unconscious as things did not look good, and however scared I was about being dead I was far more concerned for my beautiful daughter.

Just as they freed Sophie’s legs she began to come too, it was awful she was screaming in pain, all I could do was hold her tight and speak softly to her. The doctor and paramedics told her that they were cutting her out of the car and that she had to trust them as they knew what they were doing. They asked her name and told her they were going to give her more pain relief. I stroked her hair and told her she was going to be okay. This definitely calmed her , she looked me straight in the eyes and smiled and said ” Mum I’m pregnant I hadn’t had a chance to tell you, will it be okay. ” I looked her and said that yes all would be fine.

I have to admit I was surprised that she could see and hear me , no one else could . I told her to tell them about the baby as it was very important that they know. Catching the doctors eye she told him she was expecting and he said “fine now you really need to hold on here I don’t want you slipping away , especially now that we know there are two of you.” He had a lovely smile and I trusted him ..I told Sophie she would be safe in his hands.

Finally Sophie was out of the car and in the air ambulance I was just about to join her when she called out for me, “I am here love ” I whispered . Sophie was getting agitated “where is my Mum she was here just now “. ” she cried out. “I can’t see her where is she?” The doctor decided to calm her, ” she is still in the car” He lied.

I reached out and touch her and she calmed down then I found myself flying backwards and slumping into the drivers seat. God I was cold and I could not move my body dislocated and broken. I was dead, I wanted to cry but I had no tears. What would happen to Sophie and her baby. I felt empty I was tired there was a blackness closing in on me I could see it creeping towards me. I felt calm there was nothing threatening about the blackness it was gentle like a pair of loving arms.

Suddenly The blackness was gone I was crying and the pain was excruciating…. Someone was shouting “Hey doc, we’ve got a live one here . Come on Love hang on you hold now.” The doctor and nurse were back …. “I found no pulse earlier but she wants to live.” And I did .

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I  wrote  this  in  38 mins  but  I  am not  sure  if  this  an essay  or  a story.  Well done  to  Judy you  did  it under pressure  I  did it  at  home .

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