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Poem: My Home Gym
I built myself a home gym so I could exercise, Replace my fat with muscle and tone my flabby thighs. My bingo wings I’d banish, my posture would improve, My body would be sculpted – how gracefully I’d move! I’d be so fit and agile, a marathon I’d run And maybe then I’d do a…
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First Review for Sticky Ends!
Thanks to Nick Pace for giving us our first review for Sticky Ends! Image courtesy of Amazon, where you can also buy the book! https://amzn.to/405MTlE
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Carol Carman’s Writing Club Prompt: E is for Exercise
This week – the prompt is E is for Exercise. Of course there’s physical exercise – making your muscles work for whatever purpose, e.g. getting fit, losing weight, improving balance and co-ordination, and often there’s a social element to it as well, as in keep-fit classes or dance your way to fitness, that sort of…
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Short Fiction: Antonia’s Thank-You Letter
Dearest Sylvie, Thank you so much for a splendid evening at your birthday party on Saturday. I can’t remember the last time I went to such a shindig. The birthday cake in the shape of Balmoral Castle was a triumph of the confectioners’ art, and it was such a shame that Steven’s mistimed swing of…
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Carol Carman’s Writing Club Prompt: D is for Date
This week – the prompt is D is for Date. A few different interpretations for date… A date as in 26th May 2025 or 1066 or 1941. To date as in ‘to tell the age of something’ as in the timbers have been dated as sixteenth century. To date as in ‘to not age well’…
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Short Fiction: Why Grandad Never Wore A Watch
The front of the matchbox had a red background, with blue and white detailing in the corners, and in the middle was a white oval showing a blue drawing of a steam ship, which, curiously, also had rigging for sails. My grandad said it was a Victorian battleship called HMS Devastation, and he told me…
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Carol Carman’s Writing Club Prompt: C is for Clock
This week – the prompt is C is for Clock. It could be simply a clock, in which case: What sort of clock? What’s it like? Working or broken? Valuable or not? Where is it? Who owns it – or owned it – if anybody? Why is it where it is, and in the state…
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Short Fiction: The Bottle
My Nana had two mysterious things in her house – a locked cupboard and a ship in a bottle. I was never allowed to know what was in the cupboard, but I was allowed to look at the ship in a bottle, as long as I didn’t touch it. I spent hours staring at that…
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Carol Carman’s Writing Club Prompt: B is for Bottle
This week – the prompt is B is for Bottle It could be just a bottle so things to think about: What sort of bottle? What shape is it? How old is it? Is it intact, or broken? Is it worth anything? Where is it? On a shelf? In a shop? Underground? In somebody’s bag?…
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Short Fiction: The Portrait
So I says to Frankie, ‘How do I look Frankie?’ and he says, ‘Bellissima, doll, Bellissima!’ which me giggle, and I’m already like a cat with two tails because Frankie’s spent a cartload of money hiring that Leonardo da Vinci to do me portrait. He’s so generous, my Frankie. Anyway, it’d taken me a couple…