Friday 3rd October 2014.
Gerry A/C © 2014.
Friday 3rd October 2014.
Gerry A/C © 2014.
Tuesday 23rd September 2014.
Today’s twist: write your post in the form of a dialogue. You can create a strong opposition between the two speakers — a lovers’ quarrel or a fierce political debate, for example. Or you could aim to highlight the difference in tone and style between the two different speakers — your call!
Give and Take and Enjoy.
Today I have posted one that I posted before so apologies to anyone who has read it before. On this challenge I try to do a different story but today I thought this was good and hope you do.
Gaa/C June 2014
“But dad, I don’t want to go, there are loads of others going, and I don’t want them to see me.” Annie was arguing once again with her dad.
“Annie, it is your last time, after that you wont see any of them again.”
“But you don’t see do you? going up on the stage is so yuk! everyone will laugh.”
“Annie you will not be the only one, all your year will doing it as well, so some of your friends will be there doing. You should be so proud of yourself, I am. I am very proud of you. And I’ll be there with your mum.” her father said quietly putting his point across.
“That is my point, all the adults watching.” Annie then sulked off into her bedroom. Her father thought it best if he left her alone for a moment. She was obviously scared about it, and he thought it was up to him to try and show her there was nothing to be scared of, but a moment to be very proud. This is her last moment to show her achievements and be very proud of them. Just to give her a few her father went and made two cups of tea and a salad sandwich.
Ten minutes had passed and he tapped her bedroom door and entered, handed her the tea and sandwich.
“Annie you know way back when I first started playing my guitar and I had the opportunity to play in front of an audience I chickened out. Like you, I was putting all sorts of excuses in the way, telling myself I was not any good, people would boo’ me off stage or just not like me. I went to the clubs and watch other people and kept saying I was as good as them but when the time came I could not do it.” Annie and her father sat quietly eating their sandwich.
“As you know Annie I did go on stage and played, and a few years later did it with bands and it proved to be the best thing I ever did.”
“What made you do it, I mean what changed your mind gave you confidence to do it?”
“One night I went along to a club to watch, my friend came along, he also played the guitar. On arrival he checked in to play, the people who run the club asked if I wanted to play. I said no, not today, however they tried to encourage me, not to worry how good I was as the club accepted and enjoyed all standards. But I still said no, but inside I really wanted to play. So when my friend was called for his turn ha played a couple of songs and then announced that he was inviting a guest and then called for me. At first I would not go, it was then the audience started slow clapping, I borrowed a guitar and played a couple of songs with him. It was the best experience I had ever felt and wanted more. The next time I played on my own and again I enjoyed the applause. I would not want you miss this experience and enjoy the moment.”
Annie finished her tea and sandwich and looked at her dad, “okay dad, as long as you and mum are there with me, for support I mean.” she said and hugged her dad. “Of course we will be there, for support of course.”
The following week Annie walked onto the stage and collected her school certificates, she passed on 12 subjects and stood smiling while she accepted the applause. The proudest moment for all the family.
Gaa/C© June 2014.
Wednesday 3rd September 2014
The Bisterne Dragon. [755 words]
Thanks to Folk Tales/Michael O’Leary.
Wild boars rushing out at you from the woods, with the sun behind them, or was it a dragon? It has been told that it was dragons. They were to be found in Saxon shore in West Sussex, south coast of England, where they were called ‘knuckers’ and they lived in bottomless ponds.
The Bisterne dragon, however, being a more honest sort of dragon, preferred the airy heights of Burley Beacon. Burley in case one is not sure is situated south westerly edge of the Forest.
From there, it was possible to swoop down onto the farms and water meadows of the Avon Valley, which runs downs the western edge of the Forest.
A bully often likes to focus on a particular victim, and the Bisterne dragon focused on Lower Bisterne Farm. At first the residents were able to appease the dragon by leaving buckets of milk each day – but paying protection money, so to speak, never works out in the long run, the dragon became greedier and wanted more. It had already tasted blood and did not see any reason to hunt when there were cattle in the fields making them easy prey. Soon the dragon had caused so much uproar from Crow to Winkton, and Lower Bisterne Farm was nearly broken. So it was the landowners and farmers decided to hire the lone hero to battle the beast, and so they hired the one and only —-dah dah dee dee dahhhhh!! yes you guessed it,, walking into the vision of the gathering applauding crowd, all cheering and chanting his name ‘Sir Maurice de Berkeley’ what a mouthful that must have been.
Sir Maurice covered his armour in bird lime – bird lime is a very sticky substance which is made from holly bark – and this is very relevant to the New Forest. In the Forest there is an abundance of holly and ‘ of all the trees that are in the wood the holly bears the crown’. It is at midsummer that the holly king overpowers the oak king, and at midwinter the oak king overpowers the holly king: moreover, the holly is associated with the element of fire, – most suitable when doing battle with a dragon. And yet Sir Maurice was a lone hero – a dragon fighter- and he had come all the way from Gloucestershire, so it was believed his bird lime was made from the bark of the wayfaring tree.
Sir Maurice sprinkled the bird lime with broken glass, and, with his two mighty dogs running before him, he set forth to do battle with the dragon. These two dogs were capable of bringing down the mightiest of beasts, but the dragon contemptuously tore them apart and spat out the sundered canine corpses as being quite unfit for dragon consumption.
Then Sir Maurice was alone, facing the terrible Bisterne dragon, and, whilst the landowners, farmers and peasants of the Forest skulked in their homes and barns, the terrible battle commenced. Typical of Foresters today, hiding away and shouting the odds. Anyway, all day the battle continued – the foul, evil smelling beast wrapping its coils around the knight, and screeching with pain as the broken glass tore at its scales. Finally, Sir Maurice was able to sever the head of the beast, and, as the green blood burnt into the soil, he staggered from the field of battle, a broken man. He died soon after; the injuries had damaged his body so badly, seemed unable to heal. But it was the trauma of the battle – for this had eaten deep into his soul, and the mark of the dragon could never be washed away.
This battle took place in Dragon Field at Lower Bisterne Farm, [now private land]. On the wall of Bisterne Manor House, [private house] lots of private stuff going on here,, there is a stone carving of a dragon between fiery beacons; there is also a coat of arms with a dragon crest, and in the centre is the Berkeley Arms. Looking protectively out over the entrances of the house are two stone dogs, great mastiff – type dogs killed by the Bisterne dragon. Dragons are a great part of English folklore, so what is it to be, was there really a dragon, or was it a wild boar, or was it just a tale. Either way, it is a good read, just open your mind and let your imagination flow…
Friday 8th August 2014
Guest photographer Natalia Maks invites you to find unexpected textures in the world around you.
Enjoy and Thank you.
Gerry A/C ©
Saturday 28th June 2014.
http://cobbie69.wordpress.com/ For my 101 challenges a total of 20 short, very short stories.
Light and dark, tall and short, happy and sad — this week, share a shot that captures a contrast.
Monday 12th May 2014.
Do you prefer shopping or going to a park?
Answer – Although shopping is an essential part of life, walking the park is better than strolling the aisles. So I suggest going to the shops buy some goodies and go to the park and have a picnic.
What is the highest score you’ve ever made in bowling? Actual or virtually played.
Answer – I cannot actually remember the score but I do think it was around 210. Not bad for some one who hardly ever plays. I do remember I was the winner on the night though. Oh yeh oh yeh.
Name the foreign countries you’ve been to.
Answer – United States of America, Spain, France, Wales, Scotland. [Oh an Jersey….. smiling]
Describe your own outlook on life in seven words or less.
Answer – Hopeful, healthy, exercise, friendly, polite, genuine and original..
‘I am hopeful that my body stays healthy, and will start a new exercise plan to do so. I will continue to be friendly and polite and be genuine and original.’
Bonus question: What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up?
Answer – I had a big talking to this past week and was very grateful for it, even though it hurt and cut deep. I now realise how bad things were getting, and so because of this the coming week has to be the start of a new me, a new regime, both for me and my exercising and healthy living.
Wednesday 30th April 2014
Just wanting to brag again about my Campnano challenge which I managed to complete. I must admit I surprised myself with this project, by signing up to it but never expecting to fulfill it. No more to be said.
Casting ones mind into the world of fantasy.
Drifting on the wind, floating high.
Clouds engulf and wipe the dirt from your skin.
Droplets of rain then wash and cleanse the soul.
You slowly fall to the earth, and find yourself once again whole. ..
In the past few months I have had my eyes opened, opened to people’s dilemma’s and ailments and health issues. I posted a couple of posts about my hospital stay and what I went through, and received an overwhelming response of kindness. I am still astounded at people’s kindness, and how they continue to be upbeat and happy. However since my release from hospital and now trying to recover I have since read many other people’s blogs and posts about their issues, and am always surprised at the way the people manage to carry on with life. Some of their issues are very serious health problems some not quite so, but they are very meaningful and serious to them. I must admit to being ashamed by not commenting on their posts, mostly because I felt at a loss for words, because words never seem to be enough or right and me, well, I am never sure as to what to say. It is to everyone, past present and future I dedicate this little light-hearted poem. Also a beautiful song for you all.
The first line is the hardest to write,
So I’ve decided not to bother,
By leaving it out all together,
I can continue with the second.
Now I’ve come to verse number two,
I have no trouble at all to write,
The third line was easy to do,
And the fourth came just right.
Words for the third was hard to find,
Some came easy, while some were hard
But thinking for them, “ I don’t mind,”
It’s like finding that winning card.
Fourth is a verse that never goes right,
It’s the most difficult of all,
Sometimes I’ll sit up all the night,
All I hit is a bloody brick wall.
The fifth I find is a load of trash,
Because it’s the last, I let it go,
But at least I did give it a bash,
Why I wrote this , I don’t know.
Gaa/C May 2014©
Friday 14th March 2014
Another exclusive unearthed from the Daily Gerald reporter…Gaa/C 2014©
Changes/To write?…. The following report is purely a report.
Changes,, new developments and new mentality, Change it from yesterday to today, and tomorrow. What exactly constitutes to change. Changing ones underwear, changing ones clothes. Changing ones hairstyle or colour. The act of changing ones mind, yes I suppose these can all be accounted for as change.
Change – replace with another. As I have just had done to me.
Change – attitudes, these are and can be considered drastic, and hurting, or just bad, depending on what it is that has changed. Or how the person or persons changed. eg: when something is considered good and normal between, say, two people. Whether it be siblings, parents or even lovers. This happens when one of them decides to change their thoughts and attitude towards and an on going situation. Especially when the other is thinking that it need not have changed as such.
I have just become one of the many, especially Facebooker’s to use a quote of the day or just quotes. What the hell is all this about? Proving that one can research and find all these quotes on Google or any other search option. Purely their choice I know, but it seems to be so rife that it becomes boring. [Like me I suppose]. Easy it is to put a quote on a post or timeline, easier than writing our own words of wisdom, is it? oh! and it makes us all look good. How many of us actually believe or follow the actions of these words that some person has thought up and written for us to make ourselves look good. Sad when people result to this. But I have ‘Changed’ and also become sad, because, hey I am using a couple myself. I say words of wisdom, well are they? Do I actually heed or take in the words on these quotes, do you, it makes me wonder.
Lets take the first line – ‘no one falls in love by choice, it is by chance’ [maybe so, but we do have a choice. Do we not have control of our own emotions and mind.]
Second line – no one stays in love by choice, it is by work. [to me this is pathetic, love is natural and needs no work. relationships yes maybe]
Third line – no one falls out of love by chance. it is by choice. [ I will be nasty and say what a load of crap. I have never experienced falling out of love by choice.] It is usually forced on one by the opposite party.
How ever you might well disagree, but that is your choice and is respected. But what I have encountered partly for my myself but seen from the outside looking in, is the absolute rubbish people say just to verify their reasoning. You have changed, is a common one. Even exaggerate the situation. I can be and probably have been guilty of this as well, it just seems to be human nature. Words like this demean the real emotion of love, the power, the drug to be addicted to. So many ways to love, fall in love, experience love, in fact there are far too many to mention, THERE ARE NO RULES TO LOVE! are there? Yet someone writes a few lines and hey: we are all using them. [including me]
Change, can be made voluntarily, as much as unknown to us, changes gradually happen while we live, not knowing it is happening. We are told this is life. But is it and are we so readily to accept this, or should we question. I think it is often used as an excuse, not a reason. Health is a good reason for change, forced upon us, and we have to adapt and change to compensate the illness and its symptoms. That is another post, which will be written and edited shortly by Daily Gerald newspaper.