Writing Prompt: Scent Memory

There are certain scents that awaken memories or trigger certain emotions. Some pleasant, some not. For me, there are some that I can recognise instantly and stir up all sorts of images: vanilla cut grass petrol cinnamon burning leaves toothpaste wet cat fur fabric softener coffee boiled eggs (not so nice) These are the first... Continue Reading →

Writing Prompt: When the rose is dead

I was flicking through one of my journals, re-reading the entries and placing myself back in the memories that inspired me to record them within the book's pages. Near the back of the journal I found a pressed rose, yellow, the colour of friendship. I recalled a poem that I read 20 years ago.  I... Continue Reading →

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“A true friend is someone who thinks that you are a good egg even though he knows that you are slightly cracked” - Bernard Meltzer

Writing Prompt: Family Matters

I've been away from home for a long time. Sometimes, in order not to miss my family, I switch off a part of my brain and fill my thoughts with all the things I don't like about where I'm from. The problem with that is sometimes the good things I should be focusing on fade... Continue Reading →

Writing Prompt: Undertow

I carried the small lime green plastic bucket to the sea, a white bendy spade in my hand. Over the next hour, I went back and forth from the water to the dry sand a few feet up the beach where my brother and I worked on a sand castle. As I collected the water... Continue Reading →

Quote for the day

A writer and nothing else:  a man alone in a room with the English language, trying to get human feelings right.  ~John K. Hutchens

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