Once upon a time in a faraway land, you were my friend…

The Unreliable Narrator

This week, consider the unreliable narrator — a classic storytelling device — in your own work, no matter your genre.

Consider a short personal essay explaining your take on the topic. As a reader, how do you feel when you’ve been duped — by a character, by a story

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_writing_challenge/the-unreliable-narrator/

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That was a lot of lying for one person to do. Here, sit down. You must be exhausted.

 

This a true story. This is a sad story of betrayal, lies and deceit.

You were my friend for many years.

One day with no warning you just simply walked away.

”Please understand” you said and left with no other words.

You never looked back.

You were my friend.

I helped you dry your tears.

I gave you confidence when you were scared.

I made you believe in yourself.

I was there when the chips were down.

When no one else had time for you, I was never too busy.

I went without sleep to sit and listen through the night..to be your rock.

You were my friend.

I gave you the best years of my life.

All I wanted was for the respect and friendship to be returned.

I trusted you.

I told you my story..my life.

You were my friend.

I confided my deepest thoughts to you.

I told you my fears.

You knew all my wishes, hopes and dreams.

You were my friend.

I thought you truly cared.

I believed  you would never leave my side and would be my special forever friend.

I listened and accepted all your lies.

I fell for all those stories that you weave, oh how finely that web was woven 

One day I found out the truth, and so you said goodbye and walked away.

”Please understand” were your last words.

You were my friend.

But now you have gone and you are not ever coming back.

And now there’s another chip off an already broken heart.

No I don’t ”understand”  I’m sorry to say.  

I did not deserve such betrayal.

You know what you did  and you show no remorse.

You promised me you would never leave, but you did, without turning to look back.

You broke your promise.  

I have other long-term friends who are true and they care for me.

These sweet angelic people cope with my worsened insecurities and pick up the pieces of the emotional mess you left behind.

All these people are real, they exist and really care for me.

You?

You are just a fairytale….a cruel and sad fairytale with an unhappy ending.

”Please understand” you said.

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This is the only time I will say this to you.

No, I don’t ”understand” and no I can’t ”understand”.

I tried so hard to be the friend you needed.

I tried to save you from yourself.

Did you laugh at me behind my back?

Were your  friends amused along side you?

You have hurt me and you don’t seem to care.

But I forgive you.

You were my friend.

I hope you find what it is you are searching for.

I pray you throw away your ugly mask that you hide behind because it’s a cruel joke.

Destroy that hideous monkey on your back, before it destroys you.

And please find truth and love and light.

You were my friend.

I wish you love and peace and happiness.

Please never forget you were my friend. 

Goodbye forever.

How did I get mixed up with this fucking monkey anyhow?

 

 

Nighttime falls in Pembrokeshire

Nighttime

It’s trickier to take pictures at night, but the rewards are well worth it.

What nocturnal photos do you like taking? Whether it’s a starry sky, a street lamp, or the shadows cast by your cat, share them with us. Your shot can be outdoors or indoors, blurry or crisp, overexposed or ominously dark. As every owl (and night owl) knows, nighttime is when the real action starts.

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_photo_challenge/nighttime/

Nighttime falls in Pembrokeshire.

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Autumn, the year’s last, loveliest smile

Autumn Leaves

Changing colors, dropping temperatures, pumpkin spice lattes: do these mainstays of Fall fill your heart with warmth — or with dread?

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/autumn-leaves/

i love autumn

“Don’t you love New York in the fall? It makes me want to buy school supplies. I would send you a bouquet of newly sharpened pencils if I knew your name and address.” Nora Ephron.

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My 2 daughters have inherited my love for Autumn ( or ‘Fall’ for my American followers 🙂 I think its a genetic code, you either grow up loving hot balmy summer days and if you do, its a sure bet your parents loved those days too. In my case ( and my two girls) its end of September going into October that we love. There is something about Autumn that calms my soul, the leaves changing colour, the fresh crisp air after the sticky August weather..so many things. Here I shall list my loves in no particular order.

1. Cosy fair Isle sweaters and cardigans…in fact anything that resembles what we call ‘The Christmas Jumper’

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2. Children going back to school in new uniforms and shiny shoes .

3. Buying the new stationary for your child..the pencils and eraser’s and pens and that all important new pencil case.

4. Conker picking

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5. Trees changing colour slowly from green to rust coloured hues.

6. Chopping the logs ready for the soon to be lit roaring fire.

7. Winter boots..better still Uggs…or even better than that, the new Dubarry or Ryedale boots.(want want want)

8. The first Starbucks of the autumn season, either my favourite ‘Toffee nut’ Latte or the next best thing Pumpkin Spice Latte. ( and then as my daughter reminded me, taking a photo of it and putting it on instagram for the world to ohhh and ahhh in wonder!)

9.  Wooly scarfs

10. Warm cosy gloves

11. Any cosy clothing in reds and burnt orange tones.

12. Christmas starting to show itself in store ( yes sad I know, but it reminds us that cosy days are a-coming!)

13. Halloween

14. Pumpkins with candles inside

15. Spiced apple and cinnamon scented candles

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16. Curling up on the sofa with a lovely soft throw and the fire crackling and watching a good old feelgood movie .

17. Curling up by that fire with the doggies and a good book

18. Walking the dogs in the crisp woodland behind my house

19. Watching with great pleasure for the millionth time ” You’ve Got Mail”

Quote from "You've Got Mail." {Which incidentally was a remake of the play-turned-classic 1940 flick "The Shop Around the Corner" starring Jimmy Stewart and Margarte Sullivan.}

20. Closing my seasonal tearoom at the end of October, taking a deep breath and then doing and enjoying all the above.

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Brevity is just not in my DNA

Brevity Pulls

“I would have written a shorter letter, but I did not have the time.” — Blaise Pascal
Where do you fall on the brevity/verbosity spectrum?

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/brevity-pulls/

"I notice that you use plain, simple language, short words and brief sentences. That is the way to write English--it is the modern way and the best way. Stick to it; don't let fluff and flowers and verbosity creep in." ~Mark Twain
I tend to border on verbosity as followers of my original blog are well aware. I basically just talk to much!
So this week I decided I needed to put a notice upon the front door window of my tea room. I needed to get the point across and yet not waffle on so I tried to find a middle ground and I think I succeeded at least I hope so.
Brevity is just not in my DNA.
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Ten minutes set in the 1960’s

Ready, Set, Done

Today, write about anything — but you must write for exactly ten minutes, no more, no less.

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/ready-set-done/

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I have decided to write about the thoughts I have been having today and that’s about earliest memory.

So here I go 10 minutes of writing…tick tock

My earliest memory is not in HDTV but very much in an ethereal grey tone.

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I must have been about 4 years old, maybe even three, I was.very young and I know it was about 1968 because the memory is set in my grandparents pub in Tiger Bay Cardiff in the sixties, so I guess its around 1967/1968 ..(my grandfather passed away towards the end of 1968 at only 49 years old and my grandmother gave up the tenancy of the pub not long afterwards.
I digress
I am walking down a long dimly lit corridor with my grandmother, it must be early morning, because when we reach a dark wooden front door, my grandmother opens it and there stands the milkman with several bottle of milk in a crate and a small glass childsize bottled one for me, I remember being thrilled when he put a straw through the silver top lid for me and off I toddle back down the hallway clutching my bottle of milk, I know this hallway leads into the bar and there was the cleaner who is called ‘Kitty’ and she is sat at the old piano playing some rag time music and singing away to herself..as my grandmother herself wipes down the bartop.and polishes the brass beer pumps with Brasso.
 
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There is a man in the corner of the room and he is renewing the vinyl 45 singles in the jukebox, the ones he removes he hands to my grandmother who then gives them to my mother who went on to play them at home on the radiogram ( she still has them) these jukebox records differ in that they do not have a middle plastic piece like shop bought records..the jukebox records have a large open hole in the middle of the disc, I can clearly see that on the ones he holds out to her with the ”Decca’ Label on the front.
We are then upstairs in a small room, there is a kitchen sink against a large window which over looks a corrugated roof which I presume was on the ‘lean- to’ building underneath.
The Radiogram is on tuned into some station and Engelbert Humperdinck is singing the Last Waltz in the background.
My Grandfather Jack is home from sea ( he is a Captain in the Merchant Navy) Jack is a tough cookie but when it comes to me he is a pussycat and he keeps my pictures on the bridge of his ship.
My grandparents and I in the back room of the North and South
My grandparents and I in the back room of the North and South
Jack is sat at the old wooden table the long sleeves of his shirt rolled up and a Senior Service cigarette between his lips..he is surrounded by smoke and he is counting out what I presume to be the takings from the night before.
He is stacking the coins into high piles..the old British coinage before decimal came in, he is stacking them into hundreds, tens and units. He hands me a few of those coins with a smile.
I watch him fascinated and to this day when I cash up I do it like my grandfather, coins into piles…the habits we learn when very young and just observing.
 
It is raining outside and the rain is falling onto that outside corrugated roof with a clatter adding to the greyness of my memory.
There is no colour in my mind only misty grey but it is a nice first memory.

 

My grandparents being given a present by the staff and Customers in North and South
My grandparents being given a present by the staff and Customers in North and South
 
There my ten writing minutes are now up with 50 seconds to spare!
By the way the photo’s are of the original North and South, Louisa Street…here is The Last Waltz to complete my memory and my ten minutes of writing.
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Images of The North and South courtesy of the Welsh online media,

My kind of beautiful.

Absolute Beauty

We’ve all heard that beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Do you agree? is all beauty contingent on a subjective point of view?

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/absolute-beauty/

I live in a very beautiful place right beside the ocean, to me the surroundings are very beautiful.

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I find that the sweet peas in my garden are beautiful

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But nothing is as beautiful as these three darlings

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The Hustle and Bustle of New York City

For this week’s challenge, share what humanity means to you. Share a single photo or a collage likethe tiled gallery below to represent a sea of humanity.

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_photo_challenge/humanity/

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But then there is always a quiet moment in every city ~~

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The Casabian Puppy Dynasty.

Next in Line

A second #RoyalBaby will soon be joining the Windsors in England. Given the choice, would you rather be heir to the throne, or the (probably) off-the-hook sibling?

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/next-in-line/

In my home we already have a princess and a prince:

Prince Yogi Bear (Casabian Neon Noon)

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Princess Madison( Casabian Simple Pleasures)

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And the latest to be shortly arriving and joining the dynasty in a few weeks is this beautiful little chap and Yogi and Maddie’s nephew

Say Hello to

Prince Leo (Casabian….as yet undecided, poor little prince..see he is an off the hook sibling)

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Today my narrator is: Stevie

Voice Work

Your blog is about to be recorded into an audiobook. If you could choose anyone — from your grandma to Samuel L. Jackson — to narrate your posts, who would it be?

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/voice-work/

Stevie Nicks - love her and her funky, gypsy, witchy style!

 

Stevie Nicks would be my narrator, she is my all time favourite singer/ songwriter and I named this blog after one of her songs. Stevie the fairy godmother of rock would tell my stories beautifully

For what its worth.

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Well hello there

Greetings, Stranger

You’re sitting at a café when a stranger approaches you. This person asks what your name is, and, for some reason, you reply. The stranger nods, “I’ve been looking for you.” What happens next?

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/greetings-stranger/

This sort of thing happens to me all the time as I own my own Cafe/Tearoom, nothing out of the ordinary in this question for me at all. 

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