St Nectan’s Glen
Here are the promised photos I took on my trip to St Nectan’s Glen. It’s not that far away, but the roads got smaller and smaller and there were lots of tractors, so it took a good while to get there.
First there was a pleasant walk along a little road.
Cee’s Which Way Challenge 2015 Week 25
I’ve not done this challenge before, but I went to St Nectan’s Glen a couple of days ago and it occurred to me that I have the perfect pictures. This is one of many fun challenges hosted by Cee, the goal being to take a photo featuring a path, road, bridge or whatever, in which it is the main focus.
I have many more photos of the actual glen, which I will post soon!
A New World
Here is my contribution to this week’s Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle.
To read the other contributions, click on the blue froggy. This week’s photo was contributed by Kent Bonham.
Trak. Surveillance for the paranoid age. Keep Track on Your World with TRAK!
Husbands watching wives. Wives watching husbands. Lovers, friends. Employees can’t take a leak without employers knowing. Employers, in their turn, watched by their staff.
Everyone’s watching everyone else. And Trak gets richer. They have no competition. Trak shut them down. Because Trak was watching them.
But who watches the watchers? Trak.
Trak watches everyone. The new World Order.
So come on in and buy a package. It’s your turn to watch your loved ones twenty-four seven.
Because you know they’re watching you.
3 Quotes Day 3
Here is my final quote for the “three quotes in three days” challenge. I think we can all get behind this one. Thanks, Bill and Ted, and Party On Dudes!
MFTS – Chad and Brad Make a Film (Almost)
Here is my contribution to Mondays Finish the Story, hosted by Barbara Beacham. We get a photo, an opening sentence and 150ish words. Yes, Chad and Brad are back!
The opening sentence is in bold, and to read the other contributions, click on the blue froggy.
“Hey boys, how ’bout y’all makin’ yer Ma some wind chimes?”
With those words she raises the vicious stick threateningly. Terrified, the exhausted boys crawl back to their workspaces in the tiny, sealed room and begin to build the wind charms with trembling fingers…
“Wait, wind chime sweat shops?” Chad grabbed Brad’s smoke and sniffed it suspiciously.
“Yeah, dude!” said Brad, grabbing his weed back and puffing furiously. “They’re rife! We have to make this film to raise public awareness!”
“There’s no such thing,” said Chad. “How about ‘Save the Whales’?”
“Why would we want to save Wales?” asked Brad.
“Dude,” said Chad sadly, puffing away furiously.
“‘Dream Catcher Sweats Shops – the Untold Story’?” tried Brad. Chad shook his head. Brad took another drag. Chad went to the “special” cupboard to fetch the bong.
“That’s it!” cried Brad. “Exposé – The Horrors of the Bong Sweat…”
“NO!” said Chad. “Dude, seriously. Let’s just watch a film instead.”
“Bill and Ted?” asked Brad hopefully.
“Party on dudes!” they chorused happily.
3 Quotes Day 2
Here is my second “three quotes in three days” quote. I don’t really know any inspirational quotes, so here’s one of my favourites from one of my favourite authors.
This is from “Lords and Ladies”, by Terry Pratchett and describes the “Big Bang”. The image (which I’ve altered a little bit) is from bbc.co.uk.
Literary Lion – Homonyms
I have finally got round to my Literary Lion post for this week, with only two days to go. This is hosted by Laura at I Smith Words and involves a word prompt, supplied by our friend the Literary Lion, and up to 400 words.
This week’s prompt is “morning”, and I have written a sort of inner monologue and jumped around a bit like I imagine his thoughts might in this situation. I have used a picture of the sun coming up at my workplace to illustrate “morning”. It doesn’t really have anything to do with my story :-).
Morning. Time to get my shit together.
Mourning. Hah, homonyms. Mourning in the morning.
Patent leather shoes, freshly-pressed trousers, white shirt with black tie. Top it all off with black jacket. Not cheap this suit. Hope they appreciate it. The other mourners.
Seems weird going without the wife. Well, she’ll be there I suppose. In the coffin. But it’s not really the same.
Never even knew what hit her. Never even saw it coming.
I can hear them now. Downstairs. Congregating, ready to head out. To the funeral.
Ready for mourning in the morning. Hee hee! Whoa, gotta get my shit together. Hysterical gigging won’t do. Won’t do at all.
This suit really suits me. Another one! I’m on fire today! Okay, gotta concentrate.
Shoot. Shoot. Cameras and guns. Is that a homonym? Or is it essentially the same word, different context?
So much I never told her. I used to run with some pretty dodgy people. She never even knew. One of them was the bloke I hired to shoot the wedding photos. Another was the bloke I hired to shoot my wife in the head after I found out she was sleeping around.
She shouldn’t have done that.
Okay, game face on, look sad, here goes…
3 Quotes Day 1
I have been challenged by The Storyteller’s Abode, A Smith’s World and Story Teller to post three quotes in three days! I’m also supposed to nominate three people each day, but I think everybody has already done it, and I’m never comfortable nominating people for things, so I won’t 🙂
Here is my first quote. It’s an old classic, spoken by one of the greatest philosophers of “a long time ago”, Master Yoda.






















