This Blog’s 1st Year Anniversary!

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 Genre: Non-Fic Writing Related

Today, WordPress sent me a ‘Happy Anniversary’ note to mark my 1st year, on this day, that I began writing this blog. Okay, I had a six month break, but still ‘Victoria.K.Gallagher’ has reached its 1st year!! 

I never thought that I would learn so much, enjoy writing so much, seeing my writing getting better and meeting so many great people.

Starting this Writing Blog last year was a good decision and venture that I began and have stuck with.

I know I go very ‘quiet’ at times, but hey – I’m a creative type which doesn’t always come when summoned!

Nonetheless, I’m happy, I will be keeping this blog going and see what more happens! And of course, Thank You to everyone who ever reads my words – It is always appreciated!

~ Victoria 🙂

World Cup Digression: Apologies & Injustice

World cup England
World cup England (Photo credit: @Doug88888)

I cannot believe the performance of a certain team – mine – in this years World Cup. I am utterly disgusted with England’s play. ‘We’ invented the game, football/soccer is England’s National Sport – and this is how we justify paying 10’s of thousand’s of pounds each week to individual players who let us down every single major tournament there is? It leaves a bad, bad feeling in me.

I’ve been following the World Cup, watching every game when possible, and I have to say the class of some of the teams are just amazing. I’m watching ‘Mexico-Holland’ right now and the skill with which is being played, it is no wonder England never even made it to the final 16, I’m not surprised at all: The teams that made it through are in a completely different league altogether.

England didn’t stand a chance.

Very frustrating, but despite our never-dying hopes, this is what has become to be expected: Sad, but True.

Who do I want to win? The team that plays the best and therefore is the most deserving; simple as that.

The frustration is prevalent; not only because we played shit, but how much our players are being paid – there is NO justification in that. I’m so annoyed, mad, angry. I’ll continue to watch the matches as some teams play very beautifully and for that reason, it’s good to kick back and enjoy the rest of the excitement from the comfort of the living room.

Apologies for my lack of posts, I have a lot going on and my writing had to take a back seat. I plan on writing some stories asap, along with working on my book too, so please don’t go anywhere… not just yet!

~ Victoria 🙂


Kitty & The Well



 Genre: Humour/Humor


 64 06 June 15th 2014


Kitty & The Well


Kitty stretched away her morning stiffness along with a big yawn as she came out of her slumber.

Lazily, kitty made her way through the house and into the garden. The flower bed was where she was heading, you know, to do her ‘business’.

Well, Kitty had a shock when she saw someone else had got their first. She swore under her breath at the monstrosity that stood in her spot.

“This will not do”, Kitty thought.

Having neatly covered her morning offering with soil, she decided to try and see what this thing was, after all if they were going to share the same flower bed they may as well be acquainted.

Kitty is a Cat; Cats take their time.

And 20 minutes later she was finally done sniffing the object.

“What’s this?” Kitty pondered. She was up on her back feet peering into some darkness that this thing possessed.

More sniffing, more peering. Even with her eyes she could not see what was at the bottom. Kitty suddenly became very nervous; she only had one life left.

After much thought, she decided not to risk jumping down into the hole to explore. But, with all this excitement, she had worn herself out.

Back in her cozy bead, yawning once more, she curled herself into comfort. She would somehow get to the bottom of this.

“The Dog! Of course!” Kitty thought before she dozed off. “He’d be game enough to go down the hole to investigate!”.

She’ll fill him in on her ‘find’ next time she wakes.

But for now, Kitty needed her rest. After all, she had to muster up enough energy to trick the dog into going down that Well for her.

And with that last thought, Kitty peacefully dozed off.


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Sunday Photo Fiction 15th June 2014


A Stinky Situation



Genre: Humour/Humor

Someone told me that shoes over a wire like this, signifies drugs for sale nearby. That may or may not be true. But you could use it for anything.


A Stinky Situation


“Get dem stinky trainers out of ‘ere, dey stinking up da house!”

“Yeah, but Mum, someone gonna steal them if I leave ’em on the porch”

“Me don’t care. Put dem in da washing machine den”

“Okay. Can you help me? I haven’t used it before”

“You seen me do it ‘nough times, wassa matter wit you?”

And with that, mother and son started the precarious job of getting poor Matty’s ponging trainers smelling of fresh Persil washing powder and summer dew fabric softener.

Sadly, it didn’t work. The odours simply mingled together producing a stench worse than before.

“Gimme dem, now!”

Poor Matty could only look on in horror as his Mother tossed his trainers up in the air for them to land on the cross wire.

“Der, now dey be fresh in a week. Job done”

And it was job done indeed. Matty now just had to figure out how he was going to get them down.

Maybe his Mother would help!


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Sunday Photo Fiction 1st June 2014

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A Few Words that Will Help You Write

Genre: Non-Fic Writing Related


There are some of you who know how much I get crippled with ‘Writing-Self-Doubt’ as well as ‘Writers-Block’.

Well, I’ve found a little trick I’d like to share that has certainly got me off my arse and tapping on the keyboard. And they are:

… 2 plain A4 pieces of paper stuck on the wall opposite my writing space with 2 pieces of advice…

Just Write!


Write for You!

That’s it! No fancy lettering, no precise alignment either; just simply 2 phrases I picked up* that I would give a try to kick-start my literary engine…. And they do!

The message is this:

“Do whatever you have to make yourself write. Because every day of procrastination is a waste; especially when you know that you have the goods in you to write”

* Thanks go to Kellie Elmore for ‘Just Write!’ and Artfully Adelie for ‘Write for You!’ *

They inspired me – maybe I can inspire You! 🙂

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School for Vampires

Friday Fictioneers – 100 word Flash Fiction piece from an image prompt. Courtesy of Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Friday Fictioneers | Miriam-Reuben
Friday Fictioneers | Miriam-Reuben Wisoff

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School for Vampires


PHOTO PROMPT Copyright -Jennifer Pendergast


Jason and a frightened Holly, hand in hand, stared at what was their way out to freedom.

“It’s okay Hol, the others said it’s safe – it’s our way out of here, what we’ve been searching for, for so long. It’s okay, I promise”

How reassured Holly was feeling was not close to how certain Jason felt.

“What if it’s a lie, a myth? A fantasy that we could ever break free of this place. I’m scared Jay”

“Keep hold of my hand Hol, and on 3 we run and leap”

They did. And were never seen again.

Nor their bodies found.

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Friday Fictioneers May 30th Photo source here

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Poison in a Jar

VisDareThank you to Angela Goff for creating the ‘VisDare’ image prompts each Wednesday for us to write a 150 word Flash-Fiction piece.

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Poison in a Jar


“You know she’s poison, right? You let her out and we may as well all be dead”

“But, she looks so sad, so timid”

“That’s what she wants you to think, she’s getting in your head Tony”

Tony could do little but marvel at the figure, sealed in glass for who knows how long. But she must have been put there for a reason, the reason that the poison she carries needs containing. Yet, he couldn’t just leave her.

“Phil, you and the guys go ahead and I’ll catch you up; I want to take some more photo’s of her”.


Tony got to work on the jar. And with one mighty crack, the glass shattered.

She untwined herself. And stood for a moment, simply regarding him.

Tony was mesmerised.

“May I thank you?” The creature asked, as she came closer to him.

He could feel her breath entwine with his.

Then he simply just crumbled to the ground and died.

She then began her search – for the rest of them.

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VisDare 63: Poison Photo source here