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Here I stand

12 Sep

ImageFilm and television studies at Aberystwyth, the best decision I have ever made. Looking back, it’s one of the first decision’s I’ve made that were truly my own. Not that of those around me, mine. 

Yes I liked science. Yes biology would have been more respected academically. Did I want to do that? No.

Yes  I could have been a nurse. Yes it would have gotten me a job more easily. Was that my idea? Certainly not. Mother likes to meddle in her child’s lives. 

Yes my grades influenced my choices. Yes I could have worked harder and done something else. Would I be happy? Not at all.

Yes I could have gone to different uni. Yes even one that is “better” than where I am. Does that make me a fool? Maybe. I’m not sure that’s important though. 

There are so many little things that have lead me here. Begging my second year I see that now. Wanting to impress a guy, wanting to ignore others, most of all wanting to be me. Wanting to create, wanting to question, wanting to live my life. 

So here I stand, looking backward. No regrets. Content. 

To all the kids applying this year, make your decision. Not anyone else’s. 

This for this weeks weekly writing challenge. 



3 Sep



Not the raw unadulterated scream of a teenager

Not the scuttle of the spiders legs

Not the deep endless dark patrolled by the ranger

Not the large alien hatching eggs.




Not the thumping of the running

Not the nearly endless chase

Not the plan that thrives on cunning

Not the potential of death’s embrace.




But the sitting hear waiting

But the not knowing what to do

But the corrdiors that become grating

But the analytic review


Help me


I don’t know what is coming next

I don’t know if I’m okay

I don’t know how it got so complex

I don’t know how to keep the fear at bay.


This is my response to the daily prompt: Help


Weekly Photo Challenge: Sea

2 Sep

Weekly Photo Challenge: Sea


28 Aug

Looking back at it, you were the first

Standing there your crystalline blue gems

The ache is by far the worst

As I shortened my hems.


The soft little sigh with the gentlest of voices.

A depth that consumed me,

I made the most foolish of choices.

Longing for a dream, it never came to be.


Brightness in mind, not just in looks,

That fantastic sense of humour,

Wonderful taste in books.

Sometime a go, a brief little rumour.


Though I strayed from my goal

I’ve never gone very far.

With my tired worn out soul

I need to tell you, you’re my superstar.

You always will be.


This is my response to today’s daily prompt: Superstar

The nightmare: Hands

12 Aug

Scratch scratch scratch.

Hear the crack of Thunder

alone in the dense darkness,

be careful not to plunder.


Toss toss turn.

Shut the world out in the dead of night

don’t open your eyes, keep them shut.

Try to get to sleep and carry on the fight.


Shout shatter scream.

Don’t let the nightmare close in,

focus now, the trees wooden tendrils

scratching the window, jagged and thin.


Tap tap tap.

Straining the thin glass panels,

hearing it smash, break it all up.

Fear, try not to dampen the flannel.


Pant pant pant.

Reaching out to you clawing,

try not to scream as the hands wrap around.

Can you feel them gnawing?


This is my response to today’s daily prompt: hands


10 Aug

Look in the mirror what do you see?

The on-going product of you and me.

Tired out eyes and dried up skin

A window to what lies within.

The screaming and shouting, still can’t say no

I don’t think I’ll ever quite let you go.

Then comes the night, dark, harsh and perfect

Every little inch I can’t help but inspect.

Long aching moments of childhood regrets

Saying goodbye I need to pay back my debts.

I’ll never forget this perfect little gift

I wish we hadn’t had to drift.

You’ll never know how much those words meant

Three sweet soft words perfectly spent.

I don’t think you get how much I’ll miss you

All I have left to say is my final adieu

Even though I don’t think I ever will.

This is my response to today’s Daily Prompt.


9 Aug

Heart beating one hundered million miles an hour

Spinning and dreaming you are worlds away.


In the battle room, testing out your new suit

Using both hands you swing the vorpal sword.

Briefly in awe of the feline in boots,

living a life that never leaves you bored.


You sit upon the Iron Throne

Let Mr Darcy take your hand

Wish Big Brother would leave you alone

The Hectic Glow are your favourite Band.


Running from topiary at the overlook

see the old and yellow wedding cake.

Struggling to make sense of scottish gobbledygook,

time to kill the basilisk, the big bad snake.


Where do the ducks go when it’s frozen?

Time to simply walk through middle earth.

To enter the games, you were chosen

Standing with Gavroche, proving your worth.


There it is, the magic of words.

There you are, transformed and transported.


This is my response to today’s Daily Prompt.