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Inktober: See Post For Details

I needed to get out of this strange house on the hill. All those odd rooms with odd things in them left me feeling somewhat underwhelmed. Drained, in fact. Luckily, I’ve found the way out, and as soon as I’ve popped into this one last room I shall be out of here! There’s all sorts going on in this room – it’s like some kind of party room. Alas, I’m not invited, so that’s another reason to get out early! The guests are around somewhere – I can hear them breathing. Rattling.

Not a lot of buffet food, though. Two oranges and a few pieces of cheese. Good job I’m leaving. And I’ve found the key to make sure the door is well and truly locked once I leave.

What a strange experience this has been. And it makes no sense whatsoever either! Ah well. Onwards and upwards I suppose.

This post concludes my attempt at Inktober. The challenge says we can post everyday, or every other day, as we choose. I’ve used the prompts for every day, although not entirely posted everyday. This final piece contains the final twelve prompts, for days 20 to 31, all together in one random scene.

Included in this picture are my interpretations for Deep; Furious; Trail; Juicy; Blind; Ship; Squeak; Climb; Fall; United; Found; and Mask. I’m sure you can see where the prompts have been used.


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irresistible resistance

I’ll put a spell on you
She said
I’ll make you mine
Come over here – have this apple
A sip of wine?

You caught my eye, you see
Said she
Come here. Please be mine.
Follow my gaze, my dear
You’ll soon know why.

I’ll put a spell on you;
She whispered
You’ll soon be mine.
Her long fingers beckoned me
To look into her sapphire eyes

The sparkle
The gaze
Hypnotic haze
She put a spell on me
But what a waste of time.

I put a spell on you.
She cried.
Why aren’t you mine?

It’s not you, it’s me.
I said.
It happens all the time.


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Oops. October Approaches.

The floodgates are startin’ to open
And nonsense is startin’ a-pokin’
October is nigh
Oh me! Oh my!
As All Hallows’ month is approachin’!

Oh me! Oh my! I’ve started early this year. In five days I shall be handing the reigns of the blog over to my Inner Beast who, it is planned, will fill this place full of Hallowe’en madness and utter nonsense. The Halloween theme will filter through most of my regular features, The Slightly Spooky Totally Silly Limericks will return once again, I’m also taking part in Inktober, which will be fun, and I am preparing for a Hallowe’en special to ‘beat all specials’ this year. Well, it’s a different kind of Hallowe’en post (which was, originally, going to be a weekly series to replace my Letters to the Universe series, and it is also the reason why I’m having to spend less time actually in Blogland itself… and as it has become such a monumental task, I think a one-off would be the better option for now. That said, it does leave the gates (not the floodgates, just the normal ones!) open for the weekly Letters to the Universe to return, as soon as we find out where those missing superheroes are!)

So that’s the plan.

Plans change, but that’s the plan for October for now. And yes, I shall be replying to comments and visiting again soon. I seem to always say that… but I get there in the end.

In the meantime… Feel Good! Enjoy the final few days of September. Already! I can’t believe it!!!


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Six Words on the Ageing Process

A variation of Six Word Saturday

None of us are getting younger.
Apart from those of us who’re exempt… obviously naming no names here (ahem).

I thought I’d list six words. Six signs of the ageing process.

1. Hair

It goes without saying that hair would be mentioned. It is me doing the mentioning after all, and I haven’t had a hair post in such a long while. It was whilst I was otherwise engaged that I found the inspiration for this post. You see, I’d visited the bathroom at work, and as I was washing my hands, I glanced, nonchalantly, at my reflection in the coloured mirror that makes everyone look as though they’ve been smeared in spray tan. Ignoring the fluorescent orange gargoyle in the reflection, one thing stood out at me. Literally. It actually waved at me. All shiny it was too. A bright white eyebrow, four miles long, pointing forwards, totally out of line with all of the other neatly shaped eyebrow hairs. I tried to flatten it back into shape, but it wouldn’t have it. It wanted to go where it wanted to go. I attempted plucking the little sucker, but it wouldn’t budge. Eventually, with it grasped firmly between forefinger and thumb, and left foot propped up against the sink unit for leverage, it twanged free, with a reverberating twang that echoed all around the bathroom and probably throughout the Kingdom that is United.

Yes, as we get older, hairs start to grow in the most unusual of places. Today the bathroom… tomorrow? Where?

2.  Girth

Ah. Yes. Well, some of us start to spread out a little as we reduce in height. Others remain beanpole thin, but the rest of us turn ever so slightly podgy. We waddle as we walk, have double-chin obstructions as we try to look down, and need a shoe horn just to put on a pair of socks. Running involves walking at the same speed and just moving our arms in a running motion. And we have to come up with novel ways to hide the overhang from our waists just so that others don’t notice that its there. The multiple chins kind of highlights the fact that an overhang may be there, but we have it so well hidden nobody notices.

3. Eyes

The gateway to the soul. Depending on the colour, clear and crisp, dark and broody, or emerald-like and enchanting… looking in. Looking out it’s all misty, foggy and blurred with close-up things having to be moved further away to bring them into focus, and distant things needing to be brought closer for the same thing. The light needs to be right to read black text on a white page, so sometimes a small amount of contortionism needs to take place to get the page in that right light. Not an easy task if one is on the portly side (see word 2 above), and very frustrating if the right light goes out of sight.

4. Fashion

Some of us manage to wear the same things throughout our lives. Others experiment and try different styles, but there’s a fine line between looking good, looking as though one is dressing younger or looking old-fashioned. And there always comes a point when our favourite shirt no longer seems suitable. Maybe its because all of the buttons have twanged off (due to word 2 above), or unsightly hairs protrude through the threads (due to word 1 above), or the colour seems to have lost its lustre (possibly due to word 3 above), or we just think it’s not right and we need to get something else. One word springs to mind here: black. Black always looks good. And the right black can be right flattering too!

5. Music

An oldie but a goodie. This one phrase shows you that you’ve aged when someone says that about your favourite piece of music which sounds as good to you now as it did when you first heard it forty-five years ago. Another sign of the ageing process is singing along to elevator music. Especially when it isn’t playing. And with music, the final sign of the ageing process is when a new piece of music just sounds like noise. I mean to say. Noise?

6. Joints

Yeah, dude… joints!
Not the joints you may be thinking of, however. This word relates to the parts of the body that click… fingers, knees, elbows, neck, spine, toes, jaw, ears, nose, shoulders and brain. Sometimes even walking two steps may leave you hearing the sound of a pod of dolphins chattering around you. When you realise that you are actually in your living room, and there aren’t any dolphins anywhere near, your brain clicks onto the fact that the clicking is actually you. Thinking about it, though, one could become a musical instrument, and provide percussion whilst clicking along (known in the younger days as dancing) to a favourite piece of music (word 5 above). One could push the boat out and wear a groovy little number (word 4 above) as long as it was flowing (word 2) and in bright colours (word 3), and let one’s hair down (or out – word 1). A word of warning, though, if one were to do this. It will be felt for the next three weeks, and the clicking may be considerably louder for a while.

Obviously, this is a general observation.

Not everyone ages in the same way.

I, for example, stopped at twenty-four. (Apart from the odd protruding hair)

Do you have six ageing words? Perhaps you’d like to share below…

I’ve gone slightly over six words…