Friday’s Post isn’t late!

  I’ve just realised that my Friday’s Fiction post didn’t post yesterday, not entirely sure why, but it was written and (I thought) posted before I went out for a meal last night. Sometimes I just don’t get technology – I even prefer to write rather than type..

  Right, any-who, I’m going to hopefully work my way through the next four episodes of Sherlock Holmes [series], can’t get enough of Cumberbatch as Sociopathic Sherlock or of Freeman as a now not-so-reluctant Doc Watson. May shut down the internet for a short while, it fries my brain I’m sure. Or distracts me at least.



Friday’s Fiction: Part 1 [Warning Explicit Language]

  Why, oh why, did today have to happen? I haven’t a clue how I’m going to explain losing the car and losing Finn. I mean, I didn’t lose Finn per say, he got his head chopped off. Nice I know, but that’s how it will look on my record – which is tarnished enough as it is. Not mentioning the boot load of £50 notes that went up in a puff of a smoke.

  Once again I’m in Hell’s waiting room. I have been ‘summoned’ to this plush, wood-panelled room to await my fate on a designer chaise lounge. Beatrice the perfectly coiffed and preened receptionist is tapping away  on a keyboard with her acrylic nails. I would love to peel them off her fingers. Stupid receptionists, they always have a full view of the room, in her case, in front of the double doors that will consume me and possibly destroy my life.

  Shouting from behind those doors catches my attention, followed by the unmistakeable sound of smashing glass. Moments later they swing open spewing forth a slight, dark haired man with a noticeably wobbly gait and splintered glass embedded in the skin under his left eye.

  ” What are you staring at girl,” he snarls in my direction. I can’t help but giggle, which causes the man’s brow to pucker in anger. He affords me one last glare and stumbles to the exit. Clearly, he didn’t get the pay rise he wanted.

  “You can go through now,” I stand, my mood lightened by the ridiculous fool that came before me. All I did was lose property and a partner; that guy asked for a pay rise, and if all they’re doing for that is smashing faces through tables, I have nothing to worry about.

Inspiration found.

  I have just had the biggest kick to write. It came from a video/post on my reader.

  This video included a form of music and style of song that doesn’t usually appeal to me; no matter the skill of the performer. However, this video blew me away as did the obvious talent of the singer herself. I originally followed her due to my interest in real life journeys and I have huge respect for people that are willing to chase their goals and dreams.


  I won’t tell you what I was inspired to write by seeing this video – it may not even be of any interest to you, my beautiful collection of followers – but I will share with you a link to the post and blog by this amazing singer by the name of Charlotte Hoather.

  I just think this post was mainly to show that inspiration comes from everywhere and that once in a while you should follow someone with big dreams or different interests to yourself. And if any of you happen to be in the area when Ms. Hoather has a concert, I recommend you attend!




  “Left, go Left!” he shouted to the girls fleeing back. I hope she listens to me, god damn firebrand she is.
  Laboured breathing and a lopsided tread echoed up the alley behind him, they were starting to lag, good, if they could get over the walls they would at least have some extra time. The alley’s walls towered above him as he gritted his teeth for that extra push, his steps bouncing back at him so that it sounded like an entire legion was running through the streets. Glancing at his wrist he made the decision to cut through a different street, hopefully heading the girl off before she reached the walls herself. Cobbles gave way to dirt and the running became easier as he neared his goal. Where is she?
A flash of gold caught his attention, only one person had hair like that in the middle of the night – he had caught up to her. Calling ahead he gave her warning “Right and then left! Past the gallows,” relief flooded through him as he saw her do as he bid. Once last glance at his wrist, he powered forwards, passing under the shadow of the noose swinging in the wind. That awaits us both if we are caught. 
Catching up to her, he grabbed her in one smooth movement that covered her mouth and pulled down his sleeve. Her eyes were wide with terror and a flicker of white was his only warning before she sank her teeth into his palm. Sucking in a breath he spun her round and saw her visibly relax when she realised who it was.
  “I’m sorry, A girl can never be too careful” she murmured with a wink. He really did hate her sometimes.
  “Shut up and get over that damn wall.” rolling her eyes she began to climb, taking far to long to find footholds, just to infuriate him.
  He surreptitiously checked his wrist again, they needed to head due west to get to a safer destination.

  “Look your brand isn’t going to change, you don’t need to keep looking at it,” he jumped, he hadn’t realised she’d scaled the wall and was now watching him.
  “It’s not that,” he muttered. Really it was.

Book Vs Film

Try to keep the creative juices flowing, I unfortunately don’t have the energy today, long day of travelling and being on my feet with sub four hours sleep, so instead here’s a book vs film.

Harry Potter:

Many of the fans protest about important scenes being cut and some dodgy continuity (lavender brown anyone?).
However, the casting was very good for the film and the special effects were pretty spectacular – it kept the characters pretty consistent from one to the other.

I’m going to say the books, because I love to read! Also, the books reveal new things every time you read them, the film stays the same.

Percy Jackson:


Lord of The Rings:

The book is very very long, but so are the films…
The films do miss out some important parts, but the casting was pretty stellar.
Also, Saruman’s Trololol YouTube video ;).

The film wins! (Books were a bit slow)

Friday’s Fiction: Intro [warning explicit language]

  Here we go, my serial fiction post starts here, we’ll see how long it lasts. As always you’re not under any obligation to stay, just the fact this post exists is enough for me.

  These post may be quite rough – I haven’t decided whether I’ll go with the flow or deliberately plan out what I’m going to write [this first post isn’t planned].

Enjoy, or not.


   Have you ever had one of those days where everything goes wrong? Today is one of those days.

  Unfortunately for me, today is also one of those days where things don’t just go wrong, they get fucked up entirely. Take my attendance for example – I manage to get to every single lecture, workshop and suicidal-thought inducing seminar and on the one laid back day where all I have to do is show my face, I miss it. My getaway car doesn’t just breakdown or run out of petrol; It explodes. My partner in crime doesn’t just take a knock to the head, he loses it.

  Clearly I’ve pissed off the powers that be, because today sucks.


Thought I’d keep it short and not-so-sweet for a first posting – maybe get yor brain juices flowing, let me know what you think, whether this raises any questions with you or if you think there’s anything I’ve mucked up.

– AR