Flash Fiction – Gran

Gran

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Photo Prompt thanks to © Karuna

Mum had tried to get Gran to start going through her things and get rid of what she no longer needed.

Mum knew that if she didn’t at least make a start her brother and her would be left with the lot to sort when she had gone.

Gran hadn’t been very corporative with the idea of a sort. Then the fire happened and almost everything was lost,

She said that Grandad had asked her to leave the fire on for when he came home from work, but he never came, he never would he had already past on.

Big thanks to Rochelle as always for hosting this weekly event.


I’ve not been around alot recently with so much other stuff going on, Insurance Study, Bank Holidays, Attempting to write my novel, the Manchester stuff. Hopefully I can get back on track now, with this and the upcoming IWSG Blog hop,

I hope everyone is okay 🙂

 

C x

Creative Writing class 3.4

Hey,

I Usually enjoy my creative writing class, but over the last two weeks we have been doing editing and dialogue, which has left me stressed out about my WIP 😦 part of me is like just write and sort out later but it doesn’t work like that does it! Plus I could of possibly been writing dialogue wrong all my life JOY!

On the positive side, I thought I would share something that I wrote as homework.

My words were: Rainbow, Corn Beef, Elephant, Custard and Crystal

You are going on holiday and arrive at the airport check-in desk. The person in front of you is repacking their suitcase when you see an unusal and suspicious item in their luggage

With today’s heightened security at airports I was keen to get a closer look, there was no point screaming and shouting if it turned out to be nothing. Plus I was sure they had dogs and x-ray machines to spot these sorts of things. As I tried to edge closer to see I was getting funny looks from people like I was trying to push in or something? There was an big Elephant in the room and I seemed to be the only one who was aware of it. Everyone else was busy discussing if they wanted Corn Beef or cheese sandwiches and whether they wanted Custard on their desert’s or not. This was airline food for crying out loud did it matter? As the women repacked her bag I noticed a Rainbow coloured teddy had been missed that was laying on the floor behind her case, this was my chance as I tried to walk over as casual as possible bending down to pick up the teddy the lady looked at me surprised with my sudden urge to help her after I had been watching her struggle for the past five minutes at least. The teddy felt heavier than I would have expected weighing it up in my hands I looked at her and her face began to drop as she realised what I was thinking. My husband gets cross with me, he says that I am never off the clock and maybe one day I should leave my detective inspector hat at home along with my ID card. But I guess this time he was wrong because who knows where those uncut Crystals would of ended up if I hadn’t spotted the shiny object in the lining of her suitcase, poor teddy though having his insides taken out like that.”

Flash Fiction – In Hiding

In Hiding

I woke suddenly as I heard a crash coming from somewhere, I was scared, alone and I couldn’t see anything but darkness. I began to shake as I pulled the covers up toward my chin,  frozen with fear was this end had someone let slip where I was? maybe if I stayed very still curled in a ball and held my breath I’d be safe.

As the sun began to rise I started to wonder,

creeping from hiding place,

I felt so stiff from being curled up so tight maybe if I just looked out of the window…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

I missed last week for various reasons, so I hope this works out okay!

Friday Fictioners is hosted by Rochelle on her blog, so make sure you pop by to join and read her works.

Book Review – Witness

WitnessWitness by Caroline Mitchell

My rating: 5 of 5 stars

I wasn’t sure what I would make of this book after reading another one of Caroline’s earlier books that I didn’t hate but didn’t really enjoy, but this one took me pleasantly by surprise! As I kept checking my kindle as to how much I had left to go!

How far would you go to escape someone?
How far would you to protect your family from that same person?

At time I felt a bit uncomfortable reading the story but at other I felt like I was cheering the main character on.

I was left pleasantly satisfied, though I think I might need to go back and read the last couple of pages!!!

Definitly a 5/5 and I am glad I gave her a second chance.

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IWSG – Research

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Hey fellow worriers

I think this month’s topic is very apt as I continue to try and write a book with no one to ask for answers (no one I dare ask)

What is the weirdest/coolest thing you ever had to research for your story?

I wouldn’t say it’s cool but I have spent endless hours researching Murder, and ID of dead bodies and my current favorite missing persons, though a programme on the BBC recently helped with that, when I typed in the right word hey presto and where I had previously been stopped because I am not a member of the police force it appears if you google the right thing then you don’t need to be.

I am also an avid readers of Rebecca Bradley’s blog on police procedure and when I started writing an interview scene I went back to check it was right..

Someone once said just write the damn story and go back and check that it is right afterwards.. and where as what I have written procedure is right at the moment who knows if it will be when I get to the dreaded editing stage!

I was told that if you ask Siri where can I hide a dead body it’s responses are slightly amusing (small things)

The thing I am musing about most at the moment other than damn story lines and plot holes is why are competitions so expensive to enter? £15!!! one the other day.

it’s like if you don’t have loads of money, you can go to writing events / courses as some of them cost an arm and a leg! And you can’t enter competitions for the same reason. I guess I am just a struggling writer going no where fast.

 

Book Two ;)

When a dead body is found washed up in the river Trent, DI Chris Jackson and his new partner DS Jennifer Garner are called to investigate. What seems like an open and shut suicide case, suddenly becomes more complex when the team are made aware of a boy who was found on the same night wondering the streets of Nottingham. The case becomes more complex and DS Garner begins to question one of her past cases and wonders if everything did end or did she miss a huge part of the jigsaw?

From the best seller author of New Beginnings comes a tale of murder, prostitution and the things we do for love.