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.”

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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.”


The Girl from the Sea – Chapter 10

The Girl from the Sea – Chapter Ten

They were a close-knit community who lived an existence based on the water which surrounded them.  Every family in town had a fisherman, sailor or boat builder in their midst.  The sea fed them, gave them employment and was their means of transportation.  Everyone knew each other and lived in each other’s pockets.  There weren’t many secrets in town.   Strangers were rare and weren’t trusted.  Everyone knew everybody else.  Continue reading