A Challenge for Monday

A Challenge for Monday

What would you write about if you were given some inspiration? My gift to you is a photo inspiration – one per day for the next week!  Let me know how you get on!

Rainy day cafe

Rainy day cafe

Daily Inspiration

As you will know if you’ve read my writing challenges, I’m a fan of the Writing Challenge app for some daily inspiration.  So just to offer you a taster to inspire you today…your mission is to create a story from the following words or phrases.  You have one minute per word or phrase…Go!

Start writing a story that starts with this dialogue: Everyone has a double somewhere

Include this sentence: They didn’t come to the rescue

Add a character who: Is angry

Add a character who: Has many secrets


Here are my four minutes of writing.  Don’t forget that you don’t edit it…it’s just about writing. 

Everyone has a double somewhere.  I’ve met mine.  She wasn’t impressed.  I thought my father had something to hide. I could have been looking in a mirror.  Why couldn’t she see it?  Everyone else could.  We were talking in a bar and babble away about how much we looked alike while she looked more and more uncomfortable.  My friends – hah.  Some friends they were.  They didn’t come to the rescue. I wanted to form an immediate bond and be best friends forever.  Nobody stopped me to tell me that I was starting to sound like a stalker.  I started to feel angry at her.  She could be my long lost relative and she was clearly not interested.  

I was taken away to a dark corner of the bar to where we’d left our drinks.  I felt drawn to her.  She must be a cousin or sister or something.  She obviously had things to hide.  I never saw her again after that night in the bar.  I can’t even remember her name. 

Story Cubes

What are the odds of being able to be inspired indefinitely?  Pretty slim I would say.  Recently I was given this brilliant “toy”.  I say toy, but it’s not going anywhere near my child just yet!  Story cubes are basically dice with pictures on – you throw them and make up a story from the pictures showing.  The possibilities are great!
Here are some of my throws:
Story cubes

Story cubes


Story cubes

Story cubes

Story cubes

Story cubes

What story would you come up with? 

The Girl from the Sea – Chapter 15

The Girl from the Sea – Chapter Fifteen 

“Have you heard what’s happened?”  The whispers had started.  “A body’s washed up on the beach.”  “A body?”  “Aye a man.”  “Who is it?”  “Never seen him before, not that you can tell much from the state he’s in!”  “Really? That bad?”  “Black and blue, stabbed through the chest!”  “Stabbed!  Well I never!  Who would do such a thing?”  “No one round here, that’s for sure.”  “You never can tell though.”  “That’s true enough.”

The village whispers eventually got back to the Captain.  This was too much of a coincidence.  Two bodies within two days – there had to be a connection.  He needed to talk to Frankie himself and find out exactly what had happened.


“Frances – we know it wasn’t pleasant and you were in some kind of danger but we can help you!  Surely you can see that the situation has changed now?  We need to know what happened so that we can find these animals that did this.”  The Captain had relayed everything he’d heard to Frankie and it had visibly shaken her.  There was no doubt that there was a connection between the two of them.  Frankie was sitting at the kitchen table trembling as she remembered.  

“Nobody can help!  I couldn’t help him.  It was too late…he was dead when I saw him!”  she blurted out.  

The Captain and Esther felt as if they’d walked in half way through the story.  

“Of course you couldn’t have helped him Frances,” said Mrs Captain encouragingly, sitting next to her and taking her hand.  “It wasn’t your fault.”  She glared at her husband to try and make him go slower with the poor girl.   

“Who was it though?  Did you hear any names?  Could you describe them again?  Would you know them, if you saw them again?  How about the boat?  What sort of boat was it?”

“I don’t know!” she exclaimed.  “It was dark and…and…”  The image of the tall, dark captain was burned into Frankie’s face.  Scarface was there too. It wasn’t a face you were likely to forget.  “One of them had a scar – a cross shape on his face.  His breath stank too.   They were all big men.  Two of them carrying….him.”  She paused.  “Another one was in charge and then Scarface.  So four of them.  And him.”  She didn’t know how to refer to a dead body.  

“That scar would be memorable.  He would be easy to recognise, but  the others could be anybody.”  The Captain pondered.  “How about the boat?”

“Fishing boat, like my brothers’.  They put me in the cabin below to start, with….him…this man.”  She had her eyes closed now as she recalled the sounds and smells.  She swayed as if she was still at sea.  “Then we were up on deck and that’s when they pushed….”   She put her head in her hands on the scrubbed table top.  

“Did you hear any names?  Anything else at all?”

“There was one name….but I can’t remember!”

“Well that scar is the place to start.  Someone must know someone with a face like that. Sounds like a nasty piece of work!”

Catch up on previous chapters here: 

Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14

Writing Challenge – first after a long time

The idea of doing writing challenges was to get into the habit of writing everyday, but that seems to have gone by the wayside a little!  So I’ve done a couple recently – and enjoyed them thoroughly as I always do!  (Mental note – really must do them every day!).  As always I used the Writing Challenge app, where you get fed a word or a phrase and have one minute for each – timed. 


She didn’t know his name – not his real one anyway.  In her mind he was Hugo.  He had a quiff and a glass eye. 

“I don’t live here,” he’d said when he opened the door to let her in.  “Just looking after the place.”  Hugo stood back and let her in. 

She went in and saw photos of him all over the place: mostly of him travelling.  He was obviously very confused.  He clearly did live here. 

“This isn’t my key,” Hugo went on.  “I’m just looking after it.”  The key was put back in his pocket.  

“Would you like to sit?  I shouldn’t really offer.  It’s not my house.  I’m just looking after it.  But sit if you would like.” 

She sat and tried not to stare at him.

“I’m afraid I haven’t got any food in.  It’s not my place you see.”

“Hugo.  Do you know who I am?”

“Who’s Hugo?”

“You are.”

“No I’m not.”

“Can you tell me your real name?”

“Err yes…it’s…”  Hugo pause.  “I don’t remember.”