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#NaNoWriMo Day 2

NaNoWriMo Saturday 2nd November Word Count

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Today’s creation

Some year’s ago when I did NaNoWriMo I wanted to work on a book of short stories about shoes. The book is on hold but I did have a few ideas and this story below was inspired by a longer story I had created for that book.

The Snolar Bear

Bright whiteness filled the room, even with my eyes closed tight I noticed it, as I slowly stir from slumber. The house was wrapped in a sunny silence, so bright for a November morning.  As I stretch and raised myself from the bed, I look from my window to see a new world. A place of wonder, bright and white as far as the eye could see.

I wasted no time, I jumped from the divan, dressed quickly in thick warm clothing and was downstairs in no time. Grabbing my phone, I rush to pull on my boots, then I stepped forward to open the back door and look outside. The cold crisp air was fresh and clean, I needed to snap a few pictures whilst the ground was pristine. Only a few bird prints were seen upon the patio, around the bottom of the feeder where a few seeds had been knocked out upon the ground.

Slowly I lift my right foot to press gently into the deep snow, the left followed. I was careful not to rush and topple over, I wanted to make sure my feet left perfect prints.  No time was wasted as I set about snapping images of my beautiful snowy garden. Who knew how long it might last? I closed the door behind me only remembering at the last moment. I didn’t want the heat to escape after all. Now what to do?

My mind was quickly made up, I must build a snowman. I started off with a tiny but tightly packed snowball and then began to roll it over the snow that I had disturbed with my footprints. I needed to make a big round ball for the main body, so I continue to roll the ever-growing snowball around the edge of the garden. Careful to disturb as little snow as possible. At the top of the garden I roll the large ball back upon itself and settled the large body into place.

I started another snowball rolling, moving to the opposite side of the garden slowly building up a shape for the head.  I have to admit the body and the head were a bit wonky, but I was having so much fun. Slowly I roll the head back to the body I had to make sure it was not too big. The snow was packing together nicely so I picked it up carefully ready to drop it onto the body. I lifted it a little higher then dropped it in hope that it might stick itself firmly.

Oh, dear. As I step back to look at my work, I noticed I did not have a snowman after all. The shape was all wrong, still I smoothed out the joints blending body and head together. The head was huge, almost giant sized even bigger than my own head. I gave a little giggle. It was like being a child again.

There was a need now to find something to use for eyes and a nose, so I wandered around the edge of the garden where the flattened grass shows through after rolling the snow. I discovered some wonderful soft brown leaves, almost almond shaped. They would be perfect for the eyes. By this time, I had wandered some distance from the snowman so I decided now would be a good time to turn and snap a few more pictures with my phone.

What a surprise! It was as I turned that I saw it. My creation was not a snow person; indeed, it did not resemble any form of human what-so-ever. It was more of a big bear shape. The snow creature was enormous, and from this distance it actually looked like a polar bear with its eyes closed.

This would be my very own unique piece of snow sculpture, and I would call it a Snolar Bear. I could not stop myself from laughing with glee and clapping my now cold pink hands together. I walked the perimeter of the garden and placed the leaves carefully upon the bears face. Then with a little bit of moulding I formed the snout and two ears.

Down the front of the body I moulded two strong thick legs, and used a fallen twig to mark out paws. Soon all was finished and looking upon the creature I decided to take a selfie with him. I truly could not believe how big he was.

My hands were becoming numb, so I pat the Snolar bear upon his large forehead and made my return to the back door taking pictures on my phone every few steps. I kick my boots against the door step, trying to remove any snowy remnants before opening the door and stepping into the warmth. I hadn’t realised how cold and hungry I was.

I certainly had not expected to find that I had been outside for over two hours. It was just after 8am when I began to make my breakfast. As the porridge turned in the microwave, I looked out of the window which was now steamed up. My breath caught; I was truly shocked at the sight before me. My beautiful creation looked like a real polar bear in the wild. He would not have looked amiss on a David Attenborough wildlife special.

What a marvellous start to the weekend.

My real Snolar Bear

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#NaNoWriMo Day 1 Started

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First Lines written for Day 1 NaNoWriMo

So I finally put pen to paper and I have lots of ideas jotted down. I have written around 1,500 on this years project.  I will need to write on average just shy of 2,000 if I am to reach the target of 50,000 by the end of the month.

Ruby’s Pocket Treasures

I am creating short stories and poetry for a collection of books for younger readers or those simply young at heart. I want to do mini books 4x6inch that are affordable for kids to buy with their pocket money. To start with I aim to create four titles around the holiday seasons. Here are the very VERY rough mock ups. Click the image below to enlarge (opens in a new window)

Rubys Pocket Treasures

Four New Books

  1. Ruby’s Christmas Wishes
  2. Ruby’s Valentine Kisses
  3. Ruby’s Easter Feast
  4. Ruby’s Halloween Treats

The mini books will be themed seasonally, and contain short stories, poetry, teasers and puzzles.

Here is a little one I did today inspired by my friend Chris Turnbull whose wonderful Christmas Book is a pure delight ‘It’s Beginning to Look a Lot like Christmas’. 

I have a little toy dog called Miss Ruby Heart (these books are what she would like) when I saw Chris’s poem ‘The Dog Peed on the Christmas Tree’ I felt that Ruby would have to tell on Little Dime  expressing that it was him and not her peeing on the tree.

His Dog Peed on the Christmas Tree

The dog peed on the Christmas tree,
it was not me but him.
He even had the nerve to eat,
the baubles and the trim.

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He was just a tiny thing,
they called him – Little Dime.
A naughty little pup was he,
when they got him Christmas time.

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But they love him and now he listens,
to everything they say.
A dog is a family’s friend for life
not just for Christmas day.

***

Remember a Dog is for Life!

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Camp NaNoWriMo Day 16

Day 16 Camp NaNoWriMo

Once again another wordless day 😦

But I did managed a little drabble of 100 words (NOT including the title) Not sure if the image was copyrite but if you click it then you will be taken to the place I borrowed it from ‘Animals Network’ House Martins.

Above my eaves at the front of the house it appears my neighbours are back from their migrations. During my sleepless night I did however manage to write a little drabble. 100 Word story.

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Semi- Detached

They came, they saw, they moved in. Now it is semi-detached.

I watched as one solitary soul danced in the blue skies – a mating ritual. First one, then two, then four and more, they chatter and sing before dawn. The windows double glazing is only a small barrier to life.

My morning view is overflowing with fluttering creatures, birds swooping and diving from way up in the high heavens. They chirp and tweet a crescendo of sounds.

Before we know they are off, away on their winter migrations. My neighbours took flight. The House Martins are gone until next spring.

~*~

House Martins in Hereford

This is a little gif (if you can see it) See how they have expanded their nests to accommodate larger families.

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Camp NaNoWriMo Day 15 Star of the Day

Day 15 Camp NaNoWriMo

Sorry no news today about my writing challenge, we had an incident in work so I have been bogged down and not one word written 😦

I did have some good news though. I was awarded Short Story Star of the Day (My story was on Monday 15th July 2019) A different story will be on the front page each day.

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Short Story Star of the Day

So here is a reminder of my short story in case you missed it.

A New Beginning by Rose English

Before freedom, came death. I remember little of that brief existence. A child born out of wedlock, dumped on the steps of the orphanage, wrapped in an old potato sack. No one came; the doors were barred throughout the night.

As dawn approached and the sun’s early beams crept down the face of the dusty red brick walls, I took a slow shallow gulp of air. As the warmth reached my tiny innocent face I exhaled for the last time.

~*~

I vaguely remember a time of lush green tasty leaves. I remember a long thin body becoming plump, and then nothing, just empty time passing.

What I clearly remember is warmth surrounding my tightly wrapped body. A sphere of light appeared through the diaphanous cover from which I needed to make my escape. Gently I eased my cramped body free, stretching out my long limbs. Then slowly I unfurled damp wings to enable them to dry out in the warm sun.

I hung down beneath the flower head, protected from the sight of predators. The breeze caressed me stroking and drying out my delicate filigree appendages. Sweet fragrances filled the air enticing me to follow and taste the sweet wonderful syrupy sap.

Languishing in the heat I bide my time, allowing my body to take on its new form. The limp wetness was becoming firm and more structured. The warm wind became like the gentle caress of a mother’s hand, something I had not known in my previous life.

Taking great care I tentatively moved my legs, and began feeling my way with my antenna. I climbed out into the rays of the sun and as my feet touched the soft petals I could sense the flavour of the flower, it was very alluring. Holding steady I extended my wings for balance. Using my proboscis I reached into the heart of the flower to take my first taste of the delicious nectar. It was like pour heaven.

A gentle sigh escaped, and then I heard a soft voice coaxing me.

‘Fly my pretty, be free.’

Then with a gentle nudge the wind carried me from the flower that had been my protective home as I transformed into this new life. A slow opening of wings helped the wind to lift me. Higher and higher I rose, taking in the beauty of the world and the abundance of the flowers of the rich countryside. Alive and free and under the tender loving care of Mother Nature.

Copyright © Rose English July 2019


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Camp NaNoWriMo Day 11

Day 11 Camp NaNoWriMo

Hello friends, today I managed to handwrite  probably around 1,200 words which I really need to get typed up. I did a couple of 100 word stories too, but I am going to share an old short that I wrote sometime ago that I just found again. Click the image to open in a new tab for ease of reading.

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The Game

At the top of the world, sits Nanook; surrounded by shards of black glistening crystals, light having been extinguished.

He feels guilty – but it was just a game.

Yet he had knocked the North Star from the sky, leaving his world dim.

‘Have you learned your lesson boy?’

The village elder had approached silently; the heavy darkness had muffled the sound.

‘Yes father. I’m sorry’.

The chief lifted a shard, it began to shine. Throwing it up into the air, it shot off at great speed, the others followed, back into the velvet night, illuminating once more the heavens.

Copyright © Rose English


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Camp NaNoWriMo Day 03 ‘A New Beginning’

Camp NaNoWriMo Day 03

Good day one and all, thank you for dropping by. So today i’ve been playing catch up with some old stories I began a couple of years ago. I made notes by hand so really do not know how many words I have written today. I did come across a little flash fiction I started a few weeks ago so thought I might share that with you. Hope you enjoy it. Happy Reading. (Any feedback is always welcome even if it was not something you liked but remember this is for Camp NanoWriMo so as yet not edited.) Many Thanks.


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‘A New Beginning’

Before freedom, came death. I remember little of that brief existence. A child born out of wedlock, dumped on the steps of the orphanage, wrapped in an old potato sack. No one came; the doors were barred throughout the night.

As dawn approached and the sun’s early beams crept down the face of the dusty red brick walls, I took a slow shallow gulp of air. As the warmth reached my tiny innocent face I exhaled for the last time.

~*~

I vaguely remember a time of lush green tasty leaves. I remember a long thin body becoming plump, and then nothing just empty time passing.

What I clearly remember is warmth surrounding my tightly wrapped body. A sphere of light appeared through the diaphanous cover from which I needed to make my escape. Gently I eased my cramped body free, stretching out my long limbs. Then slowly I unfurled damp wings to enable them to dry out in the warm sun.

I hung down beneath the flower head, protected from the sight of predators. The breeze caressed me stroking and drying out my delicate filigree appendages. Sweet fragrances filled the air enticing me to follow and taste the sweet wonderful syrupy sap.

Languishing in the heat I bide my time, allowing my body to take on its new form. The limp wetness was becoming firm and more structured. The warm wind became like the gentle caress of a mothers hand, something I had not known in my previous life.

Taking great care I tentatively moved my legs, and began feeling my way with my antenna. I climbed out into the rays of the sun and as my feet touched the soft petals I could sense the flavour of the flower, it was very alluring. Holding steady I extended my wings for balance. Using my proboscis I reached into the heart of the flower to take my first taste of the delicious nectar. It was like pour heaven.

A gentle sigh escaped, and then I heard a soft voice coaxing me.

‘Fly my pretty, be free.’

Then with a gentle nudge the wind carried me from the flower that had been my protective home as I transformed into this new life. A slow opening of wings helped the wind to lift me. Higher and higher I rose, taking in the beauty of the world and the abundance of the flowers of the rich countryside. Alive and free and under the tender loving care of Mother Nature.

Copyright © Rose English July 2019

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Camp NaNoWriMo Day 02 ‘A Scent of Lilies’

Day 02 of Camp NaNoWriMo

So today I had a little more inspiration, I’m not sure how it came about something to do with waking in the wee small hours and imagining the scent of lilies. They always used to remind me of my nan. Anyway I hope you enjoy this short story, its quite a bit longer than the flash fiction I have been writing lately.


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A Scent of Lilies

A cold breeze blew in from an unexpected source, yet all windows and doors were shut tight. The darkness embraced the tiny cottage by the edge of the lake and the still evening offered only silence.

Stella pulled the duvet tight to her chin, and her knees came up and squashed against her ample bosom. The dog growled, looking around the bedroom sensing something neither of them could as yet see.

Once again the cool breeze appeared and the Chantilly lace that framed the old four poster bed rippled. The air brought with it a scent of fresh lilies and Stella automatically thought of her deceased Grandmother.

A soft glow appeared below the warped oak door, and at that instance the dog leapt from the end of the bed and commenced barking loudly. Stella did not want to look; she was frozen upon the bedstead not even moving an inch. The smell of lilies wafted around her face and teased her nostrils; it made her glance towards the door. Mouse the little dog (named for his petite size and mousey coat) began to whimper and retreated slowly backwards away from the light, which had begun to pool beneath the crack, like hot melted wax.

The molten light was now a puddle inside the bedchamber, there was an eerie iridescence about it. Stella’s hands gripped the edge of the duvet and pulled it up over her mouth and nose so only her large wide eyes peeked over. A soft bump, made her jump and the terrified young woman braved a look over the edge of the bed. Stella let out an audible sigh when she noticed it was only Mouse. The frightened creature had backed into the base of the bedframe. He was now cowed down, with shoulders hunched and body shaking.

From the corner of her eye Stella noticed new movement. If her eyes could have grown any larger they would be the size of dinner plates. Drawn to the site of the wet patch, she now gazed in horror as it began slowly receding. Stella looked on as the flowing light gathered itself together, and began swirling upwards to form a column of wisps. Chilled to the bone she was wishing this were all just a dream. Yet she knew in her heart it was not. The strong aroma of the lilies was evidence of that, and the fact that she had now clenched the covers so tightly she could feel her sharp manicured nails digging into her palm through the layers of laundered fabric.

The wisps were dancing and melding together, creating a vaguely humanoid being. Long skeletal arms began to form and rise, reaching out to her. It was all too much; Stella tugged the quilt completely over her head and curled into a tight embryonic ball.  Scared out of her wits, she listened for the slightest sound or movement but there was none. Escape was impossible; the monster was blocking her exit. There was not even the slightest chance of getting out of the teeny tiny leaded window; Stella was so lackadaisical she had not got around to removing the paint that had sealed it shut tight.

Unexpectedly the sound of small yips could be heard, Stella had forgotten all about Mouse in her effort to hide herself away from the monster. Hold on she thought, as her mind began to unravel the muffled sounds.

‘Those are the noises made only by a happy Mouse’.

Dare she take a peek outside of her cocoon? Slowly she lifted the covers; the potent fragrance of the lily that much earlier had felt oppressing was now easing beneath the fabric. It became lighter in its tone and began gently caressing her face bringing the warm memories of her dear Grandmother. That’s when she heard it, a voice from beyond the grave – it was her, her dear sweet Grandmother.

“Ma mar” she yelled, using the pet name she had always referred to her Grandmother by.

Mouse jumped upon the bed hopping around in his excitement at exactly the time Stella threw off the covers. The little dog’s head butted against her chin and she had to grab him with both hands to hold him tight and calm him down. Pressing her small companion against her side she turned to see the beautiful shimmering figure of her matriarch.

 The old lady was neither here nor there, merely a transparent glittering image of the woman she used to be. Dressed in a twinkling floral gown, the elegant ghost appeared almost as she had in life.  In the crook of one arm she was cradling a bunch of highly fragrant lilies, and in her hand she was carrying a beautiful leather-bound book.

Stella smiled and stroked the top of Mouse’s head.

“I’ve just come to say one thing dear.”

Both Mouse and Stella tipped their heads to the side listening closely to the words that had brought their beloved from her grave.

“I didn’t bequeath this cottage to you, so you might burn it down in the first year”.

The ghost wagged a translucent finger at the woman who felt once again a child.

“You left the cooker on, my dear”.

In a blink of an eye the apparition was gone.

This would be the very last time Stella would be so thoughtless. She swore to show more loving tender care to her Grandmother’s home. Especially now she knew the old lady was watching.

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The End

Copyright © Rose English July 2019


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#SIBA Summer Indie Book Awards ‘Lost Love In Spring’

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I feel overwhelmed that my little short story ‘Lost Love in Spring’ has been nominated for this years Summer Indie Book Awards. I do not even know who put the book forward but I am over the moon. So whoever you are Thank You.

So I just want to share with you a few teasers and if you like what you see I would love it if you could vote. Unlike all the other award sites I have seen it is just one click and one vote. No sign ups or subscriptions to join just a simple vote. That can be done daily. Thank you.

So here is the image that shows the opening line of the story.

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Blurb

‘…And many a weary heart shall sing
The Snowdrop bringeth Hope and Spring.’

(From the book Poetry of the Flowers by Mrs CM Kirtland 1800)

Hope is all Emmeline has.

Under rolling storm clouds and raging thunder, the Gods unleash their wrath upon the earth, and in the chaos of the countryside awash with rivulets, Alfie Beeson is felled by some unseen force. With a desperate burst of strength, Emmeline drags her unconscious husband back to their cottage.

Throughout the winter she ministers to his needs, following her Grandmother Aspasia’s recipes collected over the years in her delicately penned ‘Home Remedies’. Alfie appears to be on the mend when the gentle, shivering snowdrops begin to raise their dainty heads above the snow, bringing hope. However, as the little flowers creep from the forest up to the cottage, Alfie takes a turn for the worse.

By the time the blooms are close enough to tap upon the door, she has lost her love. Grieving and bereft, Emmeline tries to cope without her soulmate. Her broken heart causes even her gentle artwork to suffer. Paintings are left unfinished in the parlour.

With the arrival of The Anniversary comes a surprise visitor. Will this visitor rekindle the light in Emmeline’s delicate brown eyes?

Can the hole in her heart ever be healed?

This heartfelt short story now includes a sample of some of Aspasia Cherry’s A~Z of Herbal Remedies along with poetry, a few myths and a little magic about the local flora that would have been found in and around Emmeline’s cottage.

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Reading and research are what I love to do most of all and I was swept away on a cloud of delicate plants and flora that were used for healing. In the story Emmeline uses an old tomb that her grandmother Aspasia Cherry penned over the years. I imagine the cover to have been like the one below.

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In the A~Z the layout begins with the common name and the scientific name along with its meaning. There follows a poem about the plant then its ancient and modern use. For some plants I have also added a short myth of how the plant may have derived its name. My example here is the Dandelion.

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In some of my earlier blog posts I have more examples of plants used in the book. You can search using poetry or floral poetry. Back in May I did a post on Hawthorn click HERE to check it out.

So if you have enjoyed reading about my little book, I would love it if you could vote

Voting ends Sunday 10th September 2017

To Vote click HERE

If you are interested in finding out more, or want to take a look inside on amazon.

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ebook & print Lost Love

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