INCEPTION-FICTION WRITING

It was a beautiful spring day. The sun was absolutely divine. It sat alone on an ocean of blue sky.

  I was sat on a park bench savouring my hour for lunch when my gaze set upon a couple sitting enjoying the day. The woman, who was beautiful with long auburn hair, was laid on her front, propped up on her elbows with her ankles crossed behind her. She was staring at the man, who was lying on his side facing her. The man, stocky with dark stylish hair reached out his hand to push aside some hair that had blown over her eye. She glanced down at her hands that were holding a flower and she smiled. Slowly she brought the flower up to her nose and she closed her eyes. The man took the flower from her and tenderly brushed his thumb over her plump red lips. With her wide, excited eyes she looked over at him. It looked like she was holding her breath. The man took her hand into his and caressed the length of each of her fingers. She looked down and watched his every move. She started to bite on her lip. He lifted her chin with his index finger and said something to her. She smiled at him and they sat talking all the while they were holding hands. I sat watching from behind my book, feeling quite envious.

After a while my eyes searched around the park. There were kids playing Frisbee. There were couples sitting on the grass and some walking around the lake.  There were a lot of men and women walking their dogs. My attention went to a young man walking his brown dog and an elderly couple slowly walking around the lake. I tilted my head to see the elderly couple were holding hands as they walked.

I wondered to myself how long they had been together. I caught myself smiling at them and I began to feel buoyant.

My gaze wandered round to the young man with the brown dog. He was throwing the ball and the dog was retrieving it. While he was facing my direction I took a look at his face. He was unbelievably handsome, enough to make me want to stop being petrified of dogs. I felt myself staring at him and stopped. Shifting my weight and changing the way I was sat, I looked back down at my book.

Gradually my eyes crept back to the young man. I watched him being playful with his dog. He unexpectedly turned around and looked right at me. His eyes were bright blue.

His stare was unfathomable. Feeling discombobulated I wanted to look behind me to check that he was in fact looking at me. 

I started to feel his allure and I smiled at him. He flashed me an amazing smile that sent a rush of heat across my face. He turned and walked away from me with his dog. As I watched him walking away, my eyes came across the couple that I first saw at the park. They were sitting up laughing. She was holding his face in the palm of her hands. The smile on her face was displaying numerous emotions. His hands were rested on her bare shoulders. I could see him caressing her skin with his thumbs. They kissed and I looked back down at my book.

I checked the time and my hour was almost up. I didn’t relish the idea of going back to work on this gorgeous day, I contemplated finishing early. I started to pack my belongings up when a brown dog started to sniff at my feet. I felt myself become rigid. Slowly my line of sight was looking at a pair of black Reebok trainers.

My eyes scanned up each inch of the young man in front of me. I took in all the detail of his loose fitting jeans, his belt buckle, his smart Lacoste t-shirt, the detailed tattoo on his right muscular arm, the tanned left arm that stretched out holding a black leather lead, his broad shoulders, his height, the amazing smile that was spread across his face and his short dark messy hair. His intense blue eyes were wide and welcoming. I could not help but smile back.

We chatted briefly about his dog before the young man sat down next to me. His dog sat at his feet and the handsome young man rested his arm along the back of the bench. I forgot that I should have gone back into work. We began to make conversation and that was how it all started.

100 WORDS - DISAPOINTED

Disappointed

Hurting deep inside

Betrayed again

I’ve been here before, many times.

I wanted to believe the words

I wished they were true

Hopeful, that this time was different

All of it gone like sand through my fingers.

On top of everything else as well

This time it feels harder to move past

I am sure it won’t be the last time either

I feel as though I have been winded

I can’t fight the sadness any more

It feels final, no hope left

You would have thought it would be different

Being it wasn't a man that caused it.



LOOK! IT RHYMES AND EVERYTHING!

There was a time before I was a mum

Sunny days and having fun

But when I was late I had to run

I always made it back to my mum

I met a guy and thought he was the one

We got married and had a son

The drama caused problems that could not be undone

And so I become alone – a number one

Just me and my son

I went on with things, as it has to be done

Then I met another one

This time it was different, he was the one

We married and had a son

But not long after our son was one
I work out that I am not his one
Oh boy and it stung

So I did what needed to be done

And again I was a number one

So what did I do to stop feeling glum?

I tried to be the best kind of mum

Keeping my kids happy with love and food in their tum

Trying to be a good parent that don’t sit on my bum

But always loving and having fun

Games, laughing and that stupid water gun

And of course not remaining a nun

But even still I have no hun
Now when I shout for my boys, it is to me that they run

I love my kids but I need to stop being dumb

It is time that I get off my bum

Time to stop the shun

And start to be someone

Other than a mum

And go outside into the world with the sun

Nothing scares me as much as earning a crumb

Gain some confidence as I have none
But it is what needs to be done.

So in the New Year I will be the one

That has a boss that I can stun

It is not about winning as there is no game to be won

Living a life that is happy and fun

Even if it feels like a pun

Songs and books are written and the clichés sung

But you can control what is to be done

I seem to be going on a bit now I am spun

I wanted to share my hopes and dreams to come

And that maybe, one day I will find that right kind of someone.

THOUGHTS ON THURSDAY

Diet coke and a smoke and we are off……..

Having felt inspired to write… and write some more over the last week.  I felt the need to go back to my ever waiting book. For those who didn’t know, or haven’t followed my blog from the get go, or simple skim read to the fuck words. I have been attempting to write a novel since I was 21. The original story has not changed, ( love) but I built around it. ( murder and deception, friendship and family) I spent a lot of time working on the characters and their back grounds. I am almost half way through the writing. I come back to every now and then. The chapters are all set out. I just need to write the flow of story out, easy you say… easy unless your have ‘ writers block’ or you could say, distractions, kids, college, life, men or a addiction to face book, sleep and the TV!

As I have felt inspired and less blocked with writing due to reasons that might not get mummy’s approval, the block is down and I feel confident in sharing the preface of the book. However, I have some writing that I would consider the preface but having researched what is acceptable as a preface I am becoming a little stuck -_- (Really need an editor!)

Now do I post MY preface or now... that is the question…

Now that I have said that about not having a block, I may well wake up and be blocked as that is the law of the sod. Preface to come soon! (Possibly)