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Fiction Friday. A Prologue Snippet.

This is an excerpt from some Fiction that I am currently working on. 

Every morning as dawn broke the Church doors would unlock and Amy would take a walk in and around the church grounds; she’d look at the headstones, there were a few new ones; but mainly old and now lost and forgotten. Many thoughts crossed her mind,  even those of wonder –  whether this would soon become her final resting place; wondering if she would even get a headstone and if her unborn baby would be with her.    Amy had even envisaged a burial plot; under a pretty little tree that she imagined would blossom during the summer months; sprinkling petals over her abandoned grave in years to come.

She continued to gently walk aimlessly.   She began to talk a little to her delicate bulging stomach, this would be the only conversation she would have. A cold chill swirled around her;  it was then she decided to go back inside the church; where once again the doors would close magically behind her.

The frail old woman hurriedly approached her; where she became forceful with Amy; almost seemed frustrated with her. Forcefully holding her by the arms while she placed her hand hard onto Amy’s growing stomach, she muttered something quickly and quietly; which sounded like a chant or a spell; willing the birth of the unborn baby quicker.   She ripped her hand away. Amy stepped away quickly; wrapping her arms around her stomach for protection for her unborn child. Frowning at the woman; confused by her new hostile behaviour.

Outside, a blizzard was looming; heavy snow hit the stained glass windows of the church, Amy silently but quickly made her way to the big Oak doors, they hadn’t yet been bolted from her walk outside; she had only assumed she had now outstayed her welcome with Cora the person she had looked to as an angel that had taken care of her these last weeks.   But as she neared them the bolts pulled themselves across to lock the door.   Amy hadn’t noticed that the elderly woman was right behind her; ready to pull Amy away from the door, with some surprising force, to stop the teen from escaping.

She pushed Amy to the floor.   Shocked and frightened she slowly got to her feet; looked at her attacker then looked around. She was looking for some kind of exit and she noticed a little oak door to the side of her; maybe this could be her door…   She pushed, pulled, even kicked it; while tugged at the dirty brass doorknob; with no movement; it was very old and locked.    Cora followed the 14-year old’s every move, every footstep-like a shadow.  She again grabbed Amy with force by her arm.

Pulling her close, she placed her hand tightly onto Amy’s large pregnant stomach; she let out a horrified and painful gasp while tearing herself away from the cold elderly hands, replacing them with her own warm hands, protecting her unborn child.  Cora disappeared.

Amy took the opportunity to try and escape again through the old side door, “Surely there is a way to get out of here?” She muttered to herself. Amy once again kicked and punched the door.  She could see movement out of the corner of her eye, Amy turned to see the not so frail Cora slowly walking effortlessly towards her – as if she was gliding- carrying something in her arms.

Amy began to panic throwing bibles, prayer mats and iron candlestick holders at the woman; all of which missed her.  When Amy failed to hit the woman in self-defence, she began throwing the objects at the ancient church stained glass windows in the hope it could be her escape route; or the very least a passerby would hear. She finally smashed a window; one of which had the beautiful Virgin Mary mastered in to.  This angered the woman; she quickened her pace toward the terrified pregnant girl.

The elderly woman carried a bowl of warm water and fabric – possibly old curtains.  Amy concentrated harder on her escape she wasn’t quite tall enough to reach the window she had smashed; for a moment she couldn’t see Cora. The hood of her cloak now rested on her shoulders. Thick, unkempt, white hair down to her shoulder blades.

Cora was able to creep right up behind Amy, pulling her with force off the pew she was standing on to attempt her escape; she hit the floor, hard.  Cora grabbed Amy by a handful of hair; dragging her whilst she kicked. Cora came across a frail, elderly lady; but the truth was she had utter strength behind her. Amy yelled in pain toward the open space at the altar.

Amy silenced herself with fear, now lying on the cold stone floor, too scared to move.  Cora stood over her as she forcefully pulled Amy’s legs to buckle beneath her.  Amy attempted to stop her by kicking which only made Cora angry; making the grip tighter, with that unbelievable strength.  With her long thin pointy fingers, she placed them deep beneath Amy’s tatty long skirt…

It all happened so fast; Cora stood up and took a step back watching as pain ripped through Amy’s tiny teenage body.  Water surrounded the girl making it too slippery for her to stand.  There were waves of pain which paralysed her; all the while she still tried to protect her unborn baby with nothing but just her arms.  Amy thoughts were only to her death, she knew she was about to die, no one would know or even care. Not even her family, she was dead to them, the moment she discovered her pregnancy.  She tried to stand, but could only kneel; she was desperate for the pain to disappear.  Cora continued to stand close, arms folded with no emotion or word to say; she pulled Amy to her feet dragging her a short space to the font; where she submerged the girl’s head into the clear water…

Fiction

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kiss a ginger day

National Kiss A Ginger Day

ginger
Apparently, it would seem this is a thing, it is a day in January to “celebrate gingers”.
I was horribly teased throughout my whole school life, repeatedly called carrot top, or ginger (pronounced with a hard G). People didn’t have a nice thing to say about it.
Even my Mum “joked” that she asked the nurses if I was hers because I am ginger.
It was bloody horrible. I spent so long growing up wondering what the hell I had done wrong, why I was so hated, why my hair colour was so disgusting – or at least that was how I felt because of how much I was teased.

It does set you up, forever, even friends had a go, of course looking back, they weren’t really friends to be doing that.
People had a fascination with wanting to know if we had ginger pubes (or ginger bollocks if you were a lad). But children, adults find it acceptable to ask because we’re ginger, in all fairness, it’s harassment, why people feel the need to know such personal things is beyond me.
I have never understood the ginger discrimination,

neither has anyone else ever had a valid reason to do so either.

“It’s different.”
“It’s ugly.”
“You’re disgusting.”
None of which are valid points to make another human being feel disgusting and unloved.

I don’t think society has changed, as far as I know, my children haven’t been bullied for their hair, which I’m glad about, but that could be because there are more in schools (we’re pretty damn hot).
But I do still hear adults make snide remarks about ginger hair, it only rubs off into the next generation. As someone who deals with baby loss families, I’ve even heard baby loss mums say about their own child “at least they weren’t ginger”. Very unpleasant.
It’s sad and bloody hurtful.

I may be oversensitive, overreacting, but when you have had a lifetime of teasing because of your hair colour, it gives you every right to be sensitive; but at the same time, it gives me the right to stand up for myself.

I’m a redhead, and now I love it, I love it more because all of my children have red hair, although the daughter we lost had strawberry blonde.
National Kiss a Ginger Day? Remember that there could be a redhead out there being teased, being forced to be kissed by some bully because to them it’s funny.

There is nothing wrong with having ginger hair-nothing. The only people who are wrong are those who ridicule others. That’s ugly.

Hot Red Heads

Kevin McKidd
Florence Welch
Ed Sheeran
Prince Harry
Tim Minchin
Kate Walsh
Sarah Drew

So many more!

Facebook Couple

He is my Soul Mate.

 

I am not “A ginger”. I am a person.

We are bloody awesome!!

The Red Head Diaries – Making The Switch

Making the Switch

After lots of to-ing and fro-ing, I have made the decision to switch my blog to self hosted. In all fairness I probably should have made the switch sooner; I should really take my love for writing and do something properly with it. Embrace it more, hopefully grasp some opportunities which may arise. Even if they don’t; well I’ll still love writing.

I am really looking forward to this next chapter, I’ve some subjects I have in mind for the blog as well as book planning in the mix too, I say planning I am already a percentage through book one and three on a series I am working on, plus a stand alone fiction too.

Approach with caution

The switch has been a complete headache, most certainly not for the faint hearted and definitely should NOT be attempted whilst suffering with PMT or dieting (chocolate is a must for switching – or maybe even alcohol). I am pretty sure the company I have chosen to self host with also need a touch of alcohol after speaking to me at least five times in the space of 24 hours. They probably even took bets on how long it would take me to contact them again, or screw up; There were moments of long pause between chats, I could picture them laughing at the screen.

But still it is hopefully done, I am relieved they were patient with me.

I am sure there are still adjustments to be made…please point me in the right direction; I have learned so much within the switching process, that I can’t say how I ever managed before – it has certainly been an eye opener. There were many, many times I asked my husband, why the hell am I doing this? Is it really worth it?

I guess only time will tell.

Thank you so much for your patience with all the swapping around..writing service will resume soon.

 

The Red Head Diaries

The Red Head Diaries

Saal Digital UK Photo Book 


​I love taking photos; I take them at every possible opportunity. For me it is important to make memories, but to also make them last. In a digital world it can often make us forget to take the hundreds of photos from USB sticks, our phones, our flash drives. Placed into thousands of folders on screens rather than in shoe boxes or albums. It is always on one of my “to do lists”, to print and sort out the literal thousands of photos I have stuck in my many devices. But of course never gets done.

I have just recently been given the opportunity to review a Photo book, from Saal Digital UK. I have brought a couple of photo books in the past, they have been okay – pretty run of the mill; so I wasn’t entirely sure on what to expect when my new photo book arrived.

I have been really pleasantly surprised by this photo book, if I am honest I wish now I had chosen “better” photos, but I love them all the same, I can’t wait to use these books for some of my landscape photos.

I really love what I have received, and have been showing it off to anyone who will listen and will be back to purchase another, it’ll certainly make the memories a lot easier to look through.

The Saal Digital UK and software is really easy to use, with clear easy to follow instructions (which make me very happy).

They do a selection of products from prints to Calendars.

There are a variety of choices for the photo books including hard covers, booklets with spiral binding and soft covers.

My Book is made up of glossy texture, with an unpadded glossy cover 15×21 with 28 pages.

Would I recommend Saal Digital UK?

Yes definitely. There was a really quick turnover from ordering to it reaching me, which is brilliant for last minute shoppers. Thank you for such a great experience.

The Red Head Diaries

July

This month has flown by, I’m looking through my photos, and I can’t believe how quickly it has gone by.

We were lucky enough to have some beautiful weather over the month, but also not so great, it is nothing new.

Our month kick started with a majorette display and a lovely BB with friends, to celebrate their daughter’s 18th birthday; I must admit I had been a while since I’d had that much fun.

We managed to squeeze in some strawberry picking and a trip to the park, the ground was wet and muddy but we were able to do one of our favourite annual things.

I’d picked up a couple of shifts at work, ones which will become more permanent in the new term, in between them I was able to visit our girl on a weekly basis – it isn’t something we do any more, in fact it is quite rare that we do visit, unless for special occasions or if her siblings ask.

 

A few things going on in the writing part of my life, as well as becoming a contributor for Still Standing Magazine, I’ve been once again shortlisted for a Butterfly Award. I am very honoured to have gotten this far again. I know there are far more deserving winners, but it’ll be a night away, maybe this time, I will brave a bit longer away. Last time we left the hotel by 6 am, I was nervous about leaving the children – with no reason to be. It is an experience, and a wonderful one at that.

My lovely new camera arrived this month too; I have been very lost without one. I love taking photos from my phone, but there really is nothing like taking them from a proper camera. It isn’t top of the range, but it will do me nicely for now.

I was lucky enough to be invited to watch a friend’s daughter on stage, a production through her college – Spamalot, it was brilliant I loved every minute.

July saw the final month of 2017 majorette competitions, we all had such a wonderful day –  the best even, the troupe members were all treated with a McDonald’s Supper followed by entertainment by their trainers and committee…singing our way home. Not forgetting the Piggy Back Races during the day.

It was a perfect ending to a brilliant competition season.

We took a trip to a National Trust Property, to make the most of the sunshine, a place for the smallest two to have a run around. We love Montacute; it has the loveliest of grounds, easy distance for us to just ’pop’ to for an afternoon walk.

End of term for the children. My eldest left her first year of secondary school, my son moving in to year five, and Mini moving from play school to Primary School in September.

It seems like such a long time coming. Although I have children already at school, due to co-parenting I have never really felt like a “school-run Mum”. Standing on the outside while my Son took his first day at school, it has never been what I had imagined being a school mum would be.

As our daughter begins her journey, I feel like I am beginning this new chapter with her, most siblings follow older siblings in classes at the school, but she won’t be; not that it matters– for us it really will be a whole new experience, new teachers, new classes, a chance to be that “school run mum”. We’re still keeping our options open about whether to keep her at the same school, but for now we’re okay with the choice we made, we know Mini will be happy.

I’m just glad that she gets to go to school.

Afternoon Tea with a friend filled one Saturday afternoon, it was wet, but we had a wonderful walk around the property, head over here to see some of the photos I took. It was nice to have such a relaxing afternoon.

My relaxing Saturday afternoon was followed by a mini fundraiser, in the form of two Tombola stands. One was for Majorettes and other for charity. It was incredibly wet, but worth it to get a spot of fundraising done.

My two older children went away with their Father for the week, I have been missing them terribly, I’m looking forward to the summer adventures ahead.

Final Saturday of the month brought the rain – again. A wet and very soggy Saturday. We did manage a morning out to the very lovely Pecorama in Beer. We didn’t stay particularly long this time due to the weather, but it is one of our favourite local attractions. It was strange going without my Biggest and the Boy, but we had a raffle prize to collect for our up and coming Fund Day, so we decided the girls may have liked a trip out.

Although the weather wasn’t in my favour, there are some amazing views from the attraction.

This pretty much rounds up our July 2017.

My first Magazine article over on Still Standing Magazine will be published on the 17th, while I have a post on Melody and Me scheduled in.

I’m looking forward to our August Adventures.

 

The Red Head Diaries