Serendipity Is Spaghetti And Meatballs: A Story.

Hello, dear reader! I hope you are enjoying another wonderful weekend. Once again it's time to make an appearance here and join in with the gang over at Friday Reflections. Here's some more stuff I made up, using the prompt: Serendipity. Use the word in your post.  I went with fiction again,...

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The Way You Make Me Feel

Hello! Here I am with a rather late last minute link-up offering for Friday Reflections. The prompt was this: put your Ipod on shuffle/turn the radio on. Write a post using the song as your prompt.  The song I heard was Michael Jackson's The Way You Make Me Feel. So I made up this story and called...

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Letter To My 20 Year Old Self

Dear 20 year old Ness, Hello, dear girl! Well, actually you're a young woman now. A proper grown up. I know! You certainly don't feel like one. I suspect you never will. And you know what? It's okay. Most people are faking it, anyway. Besides, being a grown up is totally overrated, as you are discovering. Image...

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Bated Breath

Greetings and salutations, lovely readers! How are you all? I keep pretending that there are so many of you. Why not? It's a lovely little game called Being Delusional that I like to play. No harm done.  So just for shits and giggles I wrote a little made up story for Friday Reflections inspired...

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No More Regrets

Well howdy doody and how are you? Can you believe I said 'howdy doody'? I don't even know what it means! Never mind. I am  here to talk about regrets. I have blogged about this before and came up with a whole list which you can read here. The thing is, I re-read the list and thought about it...

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Waiting For Rain

There it was. That sound. I knew what it meant. That ominous wail slicing through the stillness. It always filled me with dread. It meant that bad things had happened and the villains responsible were out there lurking. I would edge my way through the shadows and end up at the side of my mum's bed....

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An Enemy Named Agnes

Today I was determined to move my body. Thirty minutes into my workout, my arch nemesis arrives. Agnes taps on my shoulder, snarling. I call her that only because it's a name that starts with an A and ends with an S (although Y would work here too). And it's not one of my favourite names, to be honest....

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