And other confessions

Happy Friday!

I’ve been working on a few short stories, just to keep my mind in writing as I tackle longer projects. I’ve sent one off to a competition so fingers crossed!

On facebook I had a request to write a story for a friend, and here is the result. I keep being very tempted to write about my University years and fictionalise them. It would be a very different genre of novel and voice than I usually use, so I’m still thinking. The working title for the project would be: University and other confessions.

So, here is the beginning;

First things first about moving into University. Despite being ridiculously excited for years, the night before I decided that I didn’t want to go. I was going to stay at home, see the friends I already had, maybe I’d get a job in the local shop. I don’t think I slept.

The next day, I decided to give it a shot. We carried the boxes and the bags up the winding stairs and dropped them on the single bed, ready to be unpacked later. I was itchy with excitement. My heavy, black computer was carefully placed beside the desk. My Mum managed to get trapped in the communal bathroom. She was shouting for help, banging on the heavy wooden door as I smiled a nervous hello to my new flatmates; Rob and Rob, and Rod. At least their names would be easy to remember.

Once security freed her, I ushered my family out of the flat and waved them away from the kitchen window. Goodbyeeee. Dear God, please don’t come back.

The bed was made, pictures stuck to the wall. Computer plugged in and speakers rattling with the sound of Panic! At the Disco. I heard the flat door opening, then slamming shut. I peered out from my bedroom. The corridor carpet had once been blue. It still was blue beside the skirting boards. The centre was grey and worn out with age. Oh, well imagine, As I’m pacing the pews in a church corridor, And I can’t help but to hear.

She said goodbye to her Mother and went to wave goodbye from the kitchen window.

Hi!

Hi there!

Did you want some help setting up your computer?

Yes!

It didn’t take long. I crawled under the desk, kettle-lead in hand. I threaded the mouse and keyboard wires down the back, against the faded green wall. Somewhere in the background, the Killers broke into song. Coming out of my cage, And I’ve been doing just fine.

I had an emo fringe and she had Avril Lavigne hair. I wore a black t-shirt and my nails were painted blue. She stacked UB40 and Offpsring CD’s on the desk and I offered Green Day as a swap. Her TV started tuning, the slow line inching across the screen. We had tea. Milky, but not too milky and two sugars in mugs that still wore price stickers.

We took a walk to explore the campus. It was an end of summer day, bright and warm with stretched-out clouds and golden light. I don’t remember who started skipping first. But we were flying across the manicured lawn.

There was a statue, half hidden behind flowers and long grass. A man, upright in bronze with his hands resting lightly in his lap. I don’t remember who asked, and who answered.

Who’s that?

Geoff!

But they were right. It was Geoff, and we laughed at the incredible coincidence. We laughed and laughed until we couldn’t stand. That was the moment I knew. No matter what happened, we would always be stuck together. There would always be me and you.

10 Day Blogger Challenge – Half Way There!


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I’m currently at a point where I’m determined to keep up to date with my blog, so please find the fifth installment of the 10 Day Blogger Challenge to follow. It does feel a little like a cheap trick, I get to do some nifty self-promotion, with very little added work for today. But if it means I can rattle off a post and you’ll all find some amusement, I’m willing to make a sacrifice.

So, my best posts so far…well, there isn’t a huge amount to choose from; not that my posts are rubbish- I hope, but because I don’t exactly have an exorbitant amount to pick between.  I also run the risk of forcing readers to read the same old thing. However, for my first ‘best post’ I’m going to select something I find humorous and I feel that if you’ve stumbled across my blog, but not read this – than you may enjoy it.

First things first – The Great Pie Incident, a short story based on tragically true events.

This very brief story combines humour and an inability to cook. Fun for all the family! My sister apparently fell of the sofa laughing when she realised what I’d posted onto my blog. My mother was less impressed; but I’m yet to show you the ‘prawn cocktail’ she made at Christmas, or discuss or a cake which was a roll or the…you get the general idea. Like No Pie…

Second Post –

Family Orientated again. I like my story about pie, but I had a look at the stats and saw what other posts have been successful and deserve another airing out the cupboard.  I was delighted to find out that my post of celebration, for a very special lady had scored among the highest! –Whooopee! More people will realise just how amazing my sister is.  Daughter, Wife, Sister, Mother, Friend, Business Lady, Smart-alec… The daily prompt post I feel is worth a read. Also, another food related one. I’m starting to see a theme… Cake

Third Post –

What do I need to learn? Moving forward I’d like to be a better writer, I’d love to have greater style,  clarity and grace.  This post was also a response to a Daily Prompt and I was pleased with how it turned out. I find, sorry guys, that my blogs tend to wander off on their own tangents. But I don’t got no Gramma’ worked. Well, I feel it did anyway. I felt as though I was able to hit the daily prompt, say what I want to say, say it well, tie it up and move on. Success all round.

Let me know what you think, are these my best?