Just Saying 9.

Team GB.

Gold. 🥇
In sailing, Giles Scott took the overall win in the men’s Finn class.

Gold 🥇
Dylan Fletcher and Stuart Bithell: in the men’s 49er

Silver 🥈
John Gimson and Anna Burnet won the silver medal in the mixed Nacra 17 class.

Silver 🥈

Women’s cycling Team. Track cycling persuit.

Silver 🥈
Men’s cycling. Team sprint.

Siliver 🥈
Pat McCormack. Boxing.

Silver 🥈
Keely Hodgkinson: Women’s 800 metres race.

Bronze 🥉

Jack Laugher: Men’s 3m springboard.

K.L. Caley’s #writephoto. Feather Cloud.

Welcome to the weekly #writephoto prompt!

This week’s prompt is a post with a difference – our JULY guest photo!

A great big thank you to Alethea for agreeing to be the featured photo this month. What a beautiful photo for us. Pop over to her blog at https://aletheakehas.com/ to show her some love!

For visually challenged writersthe image shows a beautiful feathered cloud in the colours of a rainbow.

Feather Cloud – Image by A Kehas

Morgarna, smiled as she open the roof of the BMW convertable, fiddling in the glove compartment and door pockets she found, sunglasses, cigarettes and a lighter.
She put the sunglasses on and lit a cigarette. Life was good right now and after the time she’d just had she was going to make the most of it.
Looking at her surroundings and the car she thought to herself, okay I am back … something went wrong but it is the right century.
Feeling her side she was relieved that her bag was there and in it the plans for Mars station 5.

Yesterday, was still all too vivid. She had arrived at Mars station 4 with just five minutes on the clock to find a uniform and blend in.
“You can do this sweaty, you know you excell under pressure” Merlin was sweet talking her as always. He knew praise, how ever dubious never failed to inflate Morgarna’s ego.

So there she was ready to blend in. The red light went on and she stood to the side of the door. The door flew open and the evening shift , 200 or so, souls all dressed in black and gold jumpsuits and boots arrived, no one could of noticed her she looked exactly the same as them.

” It’s an in and out job” Merlin had said ” no more than an hour tops, I am cooking tonight so don’t mess about.”

Following the others she headed down the corridor towards security, once through she started to slow her pace and managed to to slip into a side walkway un-noticed. She waited five minutes then got out her map. Noting again her route she set off back down the corridor towards the lifts.
Once on the fifth floor she checked the time, the security beam had just swept the floor and she had ten minutes to get in find the plans and get out.
She found the plans department no problem, and the wall of safes .

Just as Morgarna reached in to retrieve the plans she heard a click behind her she grabbed the plans and spun round. A security Bot hovered Infront of her.
“Wot you doin Bozzum” it asked. “Lookin for me lunz” Morgana replied in the same accent.
“Dat doz not compute” the Bot buzzed menacingly. ” Com wit me Bozzum” it said.
Taking a spray tin from her pocket Morgarna sprayed it’s cameras, “sozzy” she whispered “got to runz Bozzum”
She made it to the lifts, only to meet four more security Bots.

Back at the lab Merlin had noticed she was in trouble but had decided to give her the benefit of the doubt. It was only when the lazer tazor hit her for the second time that he decided to send the anomaly in.

Stunned and disoriented Morgarna entered the anomaly off centre.

That’s how she’d ended up in a quiet french village, brusied and aching. Walking through the quiet streets she’d found the Beema …keys, bottle of water and a full tank. It would be rude not to.

So here she was speeding along ,wind and cigarette ash in her hair. She heard the wail of the police siren before she saw the Gendarmerie Nationale car.
To stop or not to stop, she was just pondering when Merlin located her.

Morgarna was really enjoying chatting with the handsome Gendarm and he was falling under her spell, when over his gorgeous shoulders she saw … The Anomaly, no mistaking it, light fluffy feather cloud with a rainbow plume. For the first time Morgana was not pleased to see it. Unfortunately though she was compelled to run towards the edge of the cliffs and leap for it as it neared her.
Leaving the handsome Gendarm wondering what was going on.

As she appeared in the lab Merlin sniffed “phew!” He crinkled his nose, you smell of cigarettes, cheap colonge and … Bot oil? I’ve run you a bath and dinner is ready. Where are the plans”

Morgarna was not best pleased as she snatched Merlin’s drink out of his hand and downed it! She threw her bag at him saying. There are the plans”

What’s dinner” she asked as she lowered herself into the bath.
“Coq au vin” replied Merlin from the kitchen.

This is part of K.L. Caley’s #writephoto.

8 Steps to Side Characters by @sacha_black #BookReview #PubDay

Another great work of informative Non Fiction from Sacha Black.

But I Smile Anyway...

Today, I have the pleasure of being a part of a very special release day!

Our very own, Sacha Black, has done it again with another cracker of a non fiction release, following on from her gems, 13 Steps To Evil, 10 Steps to Hero, and an absolute favourite of mine, The Anatomy of Prose.

This time we welcome 8 Steps to Side Characters!

Now, Sacha has guided us, in her inimitable way, through how to create the most evil kind of villains and those flawed, yet strong heroes, so it stands to reason that we need some guidance about how to handle all those other characters that make up the bones of our books… so here we have it!

Wanna know more about what it’s all about? Here’s the blurb:

Do your characters fail to bring your story to life? Are they flat, boring or have no depth? Is…

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Just saying 👍

Chelsie Giles Bronze, Judo
Adam Peaty Gold, Breast Stroke
Tom Pidcock Gold, Mountain biking
Tom Daily and Matt Lee Gold Diving
Lauren Williams Silver Taekwondo
Alex Yee Silver Men’s Triathlon.


Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 67: (LEAP) in the D rhyme line.

Ronovan Writes Decima Challenge Image

This is part of Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Décima Challenge.

I have linked it to my Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Haiku Challenge.

Word on the street is change the rules.
Masks not needed,but wear your mask.
Get it wrong we’ll take you to task.
Infection, running rife in schools.
We’re fed dross from the mouths of fools.
Ping , now you have to stay off work.
Says the bloke in Peerage by Burke.
We’ve lost our paddle up the creek.
Now,’s not the time in faith to leap.
Why are we trusting such a jerk?

I am dismayed at the state of our country at the moment, our leaders are rudderless.

Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 66: (STREET) in the C rhyme line.

Ronovan Writes Decima Challenge Image
Photo by Rick Otten on Pexels.com

Penelope weaves her magic
Of spell binding gosima thread
Don’t get ensnared or you’ll be dead.
Those eyes hypnotize, she’s so slick
Silver bejewelled that’s her trick .
She’s not the one you want to meet.
Spinning webs on a darkened street.
This spider will show no mercy
A poison fang, death’s cursory
Your fate sealed with a kiss so sweet.

Photo by Anthony on Pexels.com. .

This is part of Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Décima Challenge.

One-Liner Wednesday. Hanging on the telephone.

After ringing and quequing to make an appointment ( for a telephone consultation, it’s like getting hen’s teeth to get an actual appointment) the One-Liner ” please hold your call is important to us, we will be with you as soon as a receptionist is free” repeated every sixty seconds really does not ring true.

It took one hour and fifteen minutes on two phones to get through!

Part of LindaGHill’s One-Liner Wednesday.

Wordless Wednesday. Lilly.

© willowdot21

Canadian Genocide

SHAME. Yet no country in the world is innocent.

Colleen R. Jantzen

Kamloops, British Columbia

Brandon, Manitoba

Regina, Saskatchewan

Cowessess, Saskatchewan

Lestock, Saskatchewan

Carlisle, (Prince Albert) Saskatchewan

(One would have been too many)

A voice 
Many voices
A Thousand voices
Thousands upon thousands of voices

Weeping for their children because they are no more 
Weeping for their children because they are no more 
Weeping for their children because they are no more 

 I am weeping for your children because they are no more 

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#writephoto : Treeman.

This week’s prompt is a post with a difference – our JUNE guest photo!

For visually challenged writersthe image a tree that has partly been carved to represent a man (or an ape I’m undecided).

Tree Man – Image by Willowdot21.

Gaia had given up on mankind, they were so uncaring of this beautiful planet. Their waste and inventions clogged up her seas, oceans and rivers. They drilled, mined and fracked for all her bounty. They waged war, they plundered the spoilt!

Sitting on the edge of the woods surrounded by paper cups, used condoms, plastic bottles and polestyrine cartons Gaia spoke with Death who was looking wan and very thin.

“I just don’t know what to do really I am at my wit’s ends,” she exclaimed a tear in her eye. Death smiled, a scary sight all teeth! “Don’t worry he said I have one last thing up my sleeve.”

Sighing Gaia replied “Well the four horsemen are already here, War, plague ( he played a blinder) famine, and yourself you have all worked so hard.”

“Indeed we have been working overtime, and yet those uncaring humans still carry on their selfish ways. I have called in the big guns, my last resort. “

Gaia, inhailed loudly “Surely you cannot mean….”

“Yes indeed I am going to bring on the Ents…they will soon put pay to mankind and then they can gently and kindly restore you to your former health.”

Just then the first of the Giant Ents arrived looking tired and somewhat irritable!

This is part of K L Caley #writephoto

KL Caley at Novel Ideas has offered to take on Sue Vincent’s #writephoto weekly challenge now Sue has moved on to a higher plain.

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