Wednesday 28 November 2012


100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups – Week#68
Posted on November 26, 2012 by Tanner

The prompt fits well with the weather and November. It is simply:
As usual you must restrict your writing to 100 words and make it suitable for PG certificate. If you are confused what this is all about do read ‘What is 100WCGU?’ and it might help.The link will close at 9pm on 3rd December


The entire land became covered in a grey drizzle
North to South, East to West felt so sterile
An insidious moistness crept into the very souls of their beings
It was so very difficult to get their bearings
They couldn’t believe the sun wouldn’t shine again.
They should have had more faith in the spokesmen
The strong men and women who believed the sun would appear
It would shine down on their land and make everything clear
The sun did appear and gradually burnt away the greyness
Joy came to the world again as it chased away the foulness.

Thursday 22 November 2012


100 Words For Grown Ups – Week#67
This week Julia has given us this prompt because she says:
The last couple of weeks have been very sombre so I thought we might lighten things a little this week.
Hopefully you will write with a smile on this prompt:
…I really tried not to laugh …..
As usual keep it suitable for a PG certificate and only use 100 to add to the 6 above. If you are new here and have got completely lost do read ‘What is 100WCGU?’ which should help. If not leave a comment below and I’ll get to you as soon as I can. You can always tweet me (@jfb57)


His mum said, a day trip to London
We’ll have an adventure on a train
We will go on the London Eye
See the sights from the sky

A young lad of only just four
An excited and brave little boy
Came across a multi coloured lizard
The creature touched his head

He stood stock still in shock
Didn’t utter a word or even talk
He gazed in awe and wonderment
At the colours before him so brilliant

On a bicycle was this chameleon
Sparking a young imagination
Quietly I really tried not to laugh
As a man’s head looked out of the mask

Wednesday 14 November 2012


Today is the 13th of November already which means it's time for Kathy and Jess to give us the Knights of MicroFiction Prompt.

The prompt is:  In 300 words or less write a scene where the main character realizes he/she is thankful for something.  Include the words "turkey" and "Mayflower" (this could be May flowers too or other creative variations).

You have until 11:59 pm on November 15th to post your entry.  Sign up on the Linky List  Can't wait to read what you come up with.  :)

Lilian began to pant, her breathing became ragged, she arched her back and bit down on her bottom lip.  The pain eased off and she straightened up slowly.  The hum of the fan assisted oven droned on in the background, the computer was playing Christmas songs non-stop on a loop that her husband had set up. 
I can't have this baby today, she thought with dread.  The turkey still needs another couple of hours to cook.  Her husband had just left the house to pick up her mother from the other side of town, so she would wait until they came back. 
It would be just her luck to have this baby while everybody was out, she thought as she gritted her teeth through another contraction.  
A knock came on the back door and as it opened she saw her neighbour, May, walking in with a bouquet of flowers in her hand, smiling, glad that she had been invited to join them.
“Oh my, my dear flower,” she said, “looks like I came just in time.  Now, let’s get you comfortable and sitting in the rocking chair.”
“Thank you for coming early,” Lilian grunted through another contraction.
Half an hour later her husband and her mother walked in through the kitchen, calling out as they divested themselves of their outer garments.  
May was at the kitchen sink washing some dishes; she turned and said, ‘Your Christmas present is in the other room with your wife!”
Dave and his mother-in-law hurried through, shock registering on their faces. 
“Wow!” Dave exclaimed with tears running down his face. 
“Lilian,” whispered her mum, “she’s adorable.”
Wrapped in a white cot blanket, her snub nose peeking out and a shock of black hair sticking up all over her head was Holly, a surprise Christmas baby.


100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups – Week#66
The prompt chose itself this week.
…. the silence was deafening…..
As usual you have 100 words to add to the 4 above making a total of 104. Make your entries suitable for a PG certificate as I’m hoping to do a joint prompt with the children soon and it is good to practice!

How could she go on with this life that was hers?
She was used and abused at home behind closed doors
Her childhood gone, hopes and dreams shattered
As well as her body her mind was bruised and battered
Outside her bedroom window she watched the cold, bare branches on the tree
Waving in the wind they mirrored her mood, a mind full of misery
No way out
She tried to shout
No-one listened
No-one cared

Pulled in a downward spiral
She felt her mind go viral
The pain was welcome
As she gained her freedom
The silence was deafening
Peace began descending

Word count: 104

Wednesday 7 November 2012


100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups – Week#65
This week Julia has given us a picture and we can let our imaginations wander about the significance or otherwise of an ORANGE SPOT or what it may represent!
As usual it is just 100 words.

The marker was an orange spot
On the bark of a tree an ugly blotch
No idea of which direction to take
Her legs hurt and her back ached
No arrows or pointers to show her the way
She stood and looked at the sky turning grey
Scanning the copse she stood still and listened
To the hum of traffic in the distance and felt heartened
She made a decision, stepped round the tree
Blinking she closed her eyes and opened them to see
In the distance she recognised a landmark
Thankfully she would be home now before dark

Monday 5 November 2012


November 5th in the UK is Guy Fawkes night

We celebrate by building bonfires and setting off fireworks on the night and the weekend before and sometimes the weekend after.  There are organised events and family parties, people wrap up warm and stand outside on a chilly November evening oohing and aahing at the sights. 

All our animals and pets are scared witless but we will enjoy the night nevertheless.

She stood with her elbows leaning on the window sill
Wishing she could go outside but she felt so ill
Resting her forehead on the cool window pane
When they came in they would all complain
That they couldn’t feel their fingers and toes
They’d grab the tissues and give their noses a good blow
In the meanwhile she watched the sparks from the bonfire
Dance and flicker, orange flames spurting up in spires
She saw her brother and cousins arching their sparklers
Writing words in the air like famous conjurers
Heads in bobble hats leaning back as the noise of the rockets
Whooshed past high in to the sky and burst into little pockets
Of brilliant hues and showered down in glittery streams
Delighting the observers as they squealed and screamed
She looked forward to hot dogs and bowls of tomato soup
When the party rushed in from the cold in a headlong group
Wellies and boots and hats and scarves and coats and gloves
Discarded with abandon along with good natured pushing and shoves
Next year she wouldn’t be alone indoors and down in the dumps
‘Cos her mum said you can’t catch them twice these horrible, painful mumps



Hi everyone,

Part One of my guest blog on the lovely Kathy McKendry Imagine Today blog is up with Part Two following on Friday.