The ‘WordPress’ Daily Challenge has had some pretty inane subjects, but today the idea took my fancy, and maybe it will some of you too?
Here it is. Continue reading “Daily post: Haiku, driving you nuts?”
I must get up for a pee again, to the dowly pee must I hie,
And all I ask if I fall or slip no mar to veer forbye,
And the real kick the wind’s strong and the night hails its breaking,
And a fey frist my dreams replace, and a blay drawn aching.
Continue reading “Pee Fever”
Chewbacca would look roughly the same except he’d only be about 5ft tall, from Hatersley and called “Dazza”. He’d have the same amount of body hair but would also have tattoos, would permanently smell of drink and invariably sport a Man City shirt from 4 seasons past and tracksuit pants. Continue reading “If Starwars was filmed in Manchester!”
Sunday, 13th February 1887
At first I was unaware that anything had changed. The day progressed along normal lines, in that I had breakfasted early as is my habit, and retired to my study for a few hours to complete another chapter of my diary. I feel the need to tell you at this point Anna; this was not so much for posterity, more a confession of a life squandered, and a need to express regret for all the hurt I have caused to my family. I do not feel a need to broadcast to the world, but I would like a chance perhaps, to explain to those who remain alive.
Our children will judge me harshly, and how can I blame them? You perhaps will have a more enlightened view of my actions; I do hope so. Your understanding now, as I am aging and alone, is becoming ever more important to me. I know I have your forgiveness, and that too is now a source of comfort, and no longer fuelling my bitterness and self-loathing. Such emotions are akin to snakes, their coils, loose at first, tighten until life is squeezed out, and no emotion remains, save a deep and desperate hatred.
Continue reading “To Anna: March Creative writing Competition”
Roses are red
Violets are blue
These challenges I dread
I hope this one will do Continue reading “God save our national team”
Oranges in caramel
8 juicy oranges
225g caster sugar
30 ml-45 ml Grand Marnier
Water as needed.
Pare the rind, very thinly and cut into tiny strips.
Cover rind with water in a pan and bring to the boil for 5 mins. Drain and rinse under cold water.
Place the sugar and 300 ml of water in another pan and bring to the boil slowly. Boil until the syrup is caramel coloured. (I found a high heat is needed.)
Keep an eye on the sugar syrup while you prepare the oranges.
Remove all skin and pith. Slice the oranges into rounds, reserving any juice and discarding pips.
Put in a bowl.
Once sugar is turning caramel coloured you need to watch carefully so that it doesn’t burn.
Remove from the heat and carefully add three tablespoons of water, then return to a low heat to ensure all caramel is dissolved. Then add the reserved orange juice and the liqueur.
Leave syrup mixture to cool for 10 minutes, then pour over the oranges and top with the orange strips. Chill and turn over a few hours.
Well I’m pleased and flattered, with the result of the 5th, especially as I managed to turn Stephen Hawking into Stephen Hawkin in the first one (you would not believe poetic license I suppose?).
For the next event I propose “A Parody” (not that many of the previous entries have not been inadvertently that), but this should be deliberate and should target some piece that is recognizably pompous, maudlin or melodramatic (or all three).
Continue reading “6th Poetry Competition”
Good evening.
I didn’t realise the difficulties in setting up a competition. With great power comes great responsibility (Stan Lee…again). After discarding hackneyed taxi ideas and wearing out lots of crayons, this is the best I can come up with for the March creative writing competition.
Rock Hudson was a Hollywood star with a very secret private life, Nick Leeson was a trader that kept his dealings from his firm. The theme will be about someone or thing (institution, golf club, whatever) having a secret they take great pains at to hide. Eventually, the truth will out. It’s your decision if it ends up good or bad.
To complicate matters I’d like to see the word snakes used in the script either metaphorically or literally (just an excuse to give Snakes on a Plane another plug).
The pressure of judging will be new to me, though I am looking forward to reading lots of entries. Happy writing, everyone, go on, pick those crayons up.
Usual rules apply. 2,000 words. Closing date is the last day in March.
Here we go: Continue reading “The Results: CW Competition”
Here are the seven entrants in the current, waiting to be judged Creative Writing Competition
Boadicea's Chariot 
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