Genre: Psychological, Dark




Am I healing?


What’s taken place, and what has been. What is no more, what no longer is.

What will be – I do not know.

The climb has been steady, with pitfalls and highs along its way.

The trajectory points up and forward, despite it being impossible to see.

The highs get higher, the laughter gets louder. On the flipside though, and there is a big one, the lows are much lower.

It’s no wonder each day I am comatose. I can’t take the stimulation of the highs as much as I’m unable to take the desperation of the lows.

If there is a middle road, I’m yet to walk it.

Pain is there, as I journey through hell. I’m traversing it, on it I’m balancing, and I’m holding my breath. Because at any time, I might fall.


So. Am I healing?


Things could be how they were. When I had no one, when nothing was all I did have. Hard work has made it better, although the lows contradict and tell me otherwise.

But I’m still here, so I carry on. Climbing, breathing and surviving.

One day I may be okay, one day I may heal. And Until that day comes, despite my tortured soul, I’ll hold on and hang on to the what that may well be:

I am free.




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Fifty words of IT

Life is a series of shit.

One day up, another, down.

Boredom – needing something new. Contentment – happy with your lot.

You get ill, You get well.

You need money:

Fucking great life is this.

The Joy of a wedding, the Hell of a funeral.

Then another one is born:



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Weekly writing challenge: Fifty by Vincent Mars on April 7, 2014

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Unity Divided

Genre: Dystopian



There are 2 Province’s, 1 where people are free and 1 where they are not. I’m In the second group.

My school is next to the dividing line. From my desk I can see the freedom that the Province 1, or P1, girls and boys enjoy; no worry of their futures as they have one and can choose whatever they’d like. Us though, we have no such luxury, especially if you are an X like me.

The X,Y and Z’s of our Province are destined to work for the state however they see fit. We are nobody’s, we may as well not even exist. Whereas the A-C’s have every privilege they desire….. Here, we live by a ration system. And the state chooses what we are allowed at every given month depending on our social contribution….. And lack of rebellion.

The rebellion of our forefather’s made things worse. We were now no longer to grow on our merits to leave our province and join the prestigious P1. There was though one stipulation: Marriage. We could leave P2 if we wed an A,B or C. But, the chances of that now are slim. The Provincial Heads declared we could only marry if we underwent rigorous tests and interviews that are in place to determine the love between the two candidates are genuine and real.

In the past, the A-C citizens would have marriages of convenience to get the X-Y’s their freedom. The historical rebellions ruined that too. And that guarded secret came out through a harsh interrogation by the Provincial Heads of our then, P2 Leaders, and they changed the Law so it’s no longer as easy as it was. Even still, it is a way out, only if the love is genuine and of sincere intention and is believed.

I sigh deeply.

Through the window I see Ayra waving to me from his Schools playing field. Ayra and I have had a secret love-crush on each other since we were about 10. But, because of the strictness of the states rules, we are forbidden to spend time with each other; that doesn’t stop us though. Every week we meet up in the desolate farmhouse that once brought our province a generous amount of wealth – not as much as Province 1 – they’ve always been more wealthy than us – but Ayra and I now use it for our private meet-up’s. I waved back at him making sure the tutor’s back is turned to avoid severe punishment. Ayra smiles back up at me, along with the signal that we meet tonight. I smile back and signal too so he knows I’ve received his message.

Alone in the old barn together, talk turns to a sore subject. Ayra desperately wants me to live with him in P1. The problem is that my family have no way of leaving P2 and that would mean I would have to say goodbye to them for good. But Ayra insists he won’t let that happen, that his Father, an influential man, will grant us secret access as long as we remain silent. Part of me wants to be with him ‘there’ and the other part does not want to leave my family knowing the life they will be living in comparison to the one I will have. Yet this is the choice I must make.

Tonight, Ayra gives me a token of his commitment to me, a strong metallic key that is small enough to hide in my pocket. He say’s that it is the key to mine and his future. I know my family would let me go, they would be happy for me, yet I will not feel the same. However, I must choose. I look at Ayra, his warm brown eyes smile at me as they always do, and I tell him that I will come with him, marry him and live in P1. But our fates are still in the hands of the Provincial Heads whether they see and believe us as a genuine couple and accept us as Man and Woman. I sigh heavily. But Ayra says he can find a way, a way he could get me in. Via his Father I’m guessing, but he say’s that’s not it. What he tells me next I cannot comprehend.

Province 1 are planning an uprising. Why would they bother, I wonder, but apparently they don’t agree with the Provincial divide either and want justice for the way we in P2 are treated and have to live and survive so harshly: They want Unity, a Treaty and agreement that the A-C’s and the X-Y’s are treated as equals. 150 years ago we did live like that. But because of greed and power, when the rebels set to overthrow the State, we became disjointed – one Province having all, one having nothing. Yet before then there was no divide. I guess P1 has decided it’s time to go back to how it was. If this happens, which Ayra has sworn is taking place soon, I won’t need to choose between him and my family. I don’t know when or how this change will come about or how long it will take and if it were even possible.

But, we are still only 15 and our marriage could not take place anyway until we are 17; maybe it would happen before that time, if everything goes accordingly to their demands as Ayra has assured me it would. And then after what seemed like hours in the farm-house, I lay my weary head on Ayra’s chest, hoping and praying he is right. Time will only tell that fate and I drift off to sleep.

Ayra wakes me an hour later. Dozily I get up. We have to be so careful that no-one see’s us and we head back to the fence where we first met all those years ago where we cut through the dividing line: We always giggle at that. It was time now to say goodbye for yet another week. Ayra leaves me with encouraging words, assurances and his love. We hold one another one more time. Then in safety, I return home to P2.


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Daily Post Writing Challenge: Names. 17th March 2014 by ‘Tim’

Goodbye my Child

   To My darling Daughter,

  I haven’t much time left anymore Erin, by Friday I know I will be gone. I cannot go without leaving you with a memory of your dear old Mum.

  Please do not cry for me, I’ve led a wonderful life – including the most wonderful of all – having you x

  I need you to look after yourself well, my sweet, so you don’t have the same fate as I. You are 15 years old and there was so much more I wanted to teach you. My 40-year-old body has failed me because I didn’t look after it. I don’t want the same to happen to you.

  Take care of your body for me, eat all the right food. Exercise, doing what you love most; as with age, my love, comes wear and tear and illnesses more frequent. That’s the only thing I regret, that I didn’t take care of my body. But , you my precious, have time on your side. Don’t follow the same route that I took..

  Keep that wonderful, intelligent mind of yours active; as that starts to frail too, the older you become. Never stop studying, it will keep your mind alive. Do Not let my passing hold you back, instead learn from the mistakes that I made in life and move forward making better choices..

  I will always be by your side, my angel. And if you don’t do what I’ve asked of you, I’ll be forever whispering in your ear until you do!

  I must go now my precious, my hands are weary, my body tiring.

  I love you with all my heart, my sweet Erin. Please live happily for me and make sure that you listen to my words.

  Take care my sweet girl,

  Forever yours,

   Mum xxx

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Daily Post Writing Challenge: ‘Golden Years’



A Tale of Two Worlds

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Genre: General Fiction


A Tale of Two Worlds

Time had stood still. This place was idyllic, a far cry from our tenement amid the bustle and noise of Central London not forgetting the smell and the dirt pollution left on us. No, this place was very different.

“I miss the kids” I told Joe as I snuggled in closer to his body.

“We needed this break Liz, the kids can get just a bit of a handful at times” he gently spoke back, a touch of jest in his words.

He was right, 5 kids, all at different ages, was a handful. Plus, this is the first holiday we’d had in a very long time. Between the two youngest being born, I make it 6 years.

“What do you want to do now”? I asked.

“Nothing, just stay right here a bit longer”

We’d been soaking in the sun as we walked the sandy beaches, how long for, I have no idea. It was like there was no time here, just peace. The sound of the sea, the feel of sand on our bare feet, the warm breeze; this is what life should be all about, not the endless barrage of stress day in day out that life offered. I wish we could stay here forever.

“Come on, lets eat, over there” Joe pointed to an open restaurant. In our absent-mindedness we must have walked from one resort to the next!

With our bellies full, I had a thought.

“Why don’t we move here? You could set up business, there’s plenty of building work happening. The kids could go to school, learn Spanish, we all could. We’d no longer have to live cramped in our small apartment and all this, we could have it every day”.

I was surprised. Joe’s eyes actually looked like he was contemplating what I had just said.

“Well, work would be easy to come by out here. The kids would love it and it would be a lot cheaper to live than London. Why not? Sod it Liz, I’m sick of the tiresome shit day in day out, and we’ve already talked about not wanting our kids to grow up with what we see every day.

Matt and Ellen moved out here a few years back; even they said how much their lives and the kids’ had changed. Do you remember the evening we had with them when they popped back and how good they looked, let alone how happy they were”?

I could’nt believe what I was hearing, he’s actually serious! Cousin Matt and family had changed – they were happy, it actually saved their marriage. For us, this could truly happen. No more litter bins splaying their rubbish outside; The drug problem that threatened our babies. The list could go on for how bad it is living where we are.

Joe had his mind made up, it was written all over his face.

“I Fucking Love You”!! I blurted, a bit too loudly, as I threw my arms around him. This was it, this was really and truly going to happen. And three months later… It did!

There is a saying:

“Be careful what you wish for ”

I’m glad I wished for this 3 months back when we walked down this very same stretch of beach. If I had not of… this may never have come true!

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Daily Post Weekly Writing Challenge: Threes by Krista on March 3, 2014

Photo Source: Three Views Along the Shore by Sue Nash

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‘DP Challenge: Object’ – The Light, The Dark.

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Here I sit, a gentle flame that flickers as the slight air moves me around. My base is solid, my flame is light; But, without each other, we could not exist. Matter and light, contrasting yet complimentary yet totally dependent. My wax is a solid block, a lump that sits. Whereas I am forever in motion, moving, brightening.

I am the burning hot flame: Below me is my base: Below that – the plate on which we stand. Down further – onto the bookcase: It, on the floor it stands: Through the floor and into the soil: Further into the deep layers of the Earth. Then, we reach its core: Its burning, glowing centre…. Then, back up we go: Up through each layer. And further up until we meet again: A connection and extension of this Earth Is what I am.

I am useful. I am a flame that lights a darkened room. An additive to a romantic night. An ambience while relaxing in waters.Those who’s head’s need to clear will stare, in hope to find stillness and peace.

I’m a representative. You are in mourning, and I am your token. You light me for the passed; representing the light in them as well as the light of their presence. The noise and song that I create when atop a birthday cake of a child who takes a deep breath in – then blows – and puts me out, having made one wish, maybe three.

And therefore, I am a symbol. A symbol of hope, of love, of laughter, of tears, of unification. Blow on me; and in a second I am gone. I smoulder, cool and I die.

Until the next time comes, and once more, I am alive again.

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Daily Post Weekly Writing Challenge: Object

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No Valentine? – It’s Still All Good!

Genre: Non-Fiction

For all the ‘Non-Valentiner’s’ tonight – Grab a piece of Love in these ways! 😀

* Keep reading, Scroll down the whole page to get a variety of ideas *

Love Thy Self and give yourself the Ultimate Bath Treat with these ingredients 🙂

  1. Candles – create a relaxing mood that’s calming for your eyes.
  2. Bubble bath / Bath Oils / Radox – pleasure your smell senses. If you don’t have these then squirt your shower gel in there!
  3. Music on low Soothing to the ears like Classical, Chill, or Uplifting – it’s your choice! NO Love songs allowed!
  4. And spend as long as you like in there – just soak! 😀

That film you’ve been wanting to watch for ages? Tonight’s the night so treat yourself to a good movie…..

  • Local shop? Pop down and pick up some goodies. Dieters: It’s your night off! 😉
  • And not forgetting – NO Romance films unless you are absolutely, 100% sure that you won’t cry. Watch the gripping or funny one instead!

Current Book / New Book? Same applies as for Films…..

  • Snuggle up with a NON-Romance novel
  • Forget about that diet – for tonight, it’s a night off for definite.
  • And NO feeling guilty! 😉

Want a Take-Away? Go for it. Even get it delivered. Anything you desire – You deserve it!

“Give Your Love Away and You’ll Get Your Love Back”

Got Pets?: Love them to bits tonight. Play with them, talk to them, cuddle them. Because, by doing that, they will love YOU for it, Yeah? Got it? 🙂

Have Children?: Do something with them that They want to do. Let them choose a movie, a game. Cook em their fave foods; OR… Treat them to their most loved Take-Out. Doing something that they want to do, and watching the JOY on their faces, will swell your heart!! 🙂

Indulge Yourself!

CAKE? – Eat Cake!

ICE CREAM? – Eat the whole tub!

CHOCOLATE? – Eat the whole bar!

🙂 !! YUM !! 🙂

Valentines Night need not be depressing. Don’t forget that loads of people across the entire planet are single or have a less than satisfying relationship. Therefore YOU ARE NOT on your own.

Make tonight count And make it YOUR night. I’m sorry, I should have posted this earlier – but Valentines Day is not over yet and you still have time to make it a good night. And like I said…. Make it count!

Have a wonderful evening! 😀


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