Posted in Book Challenge, Fiction, Poetry

Four Sisters.

Book Challenge: Read & Blog.

Book 1. Your favourite book.

1. Read your favourite book.
2. Post a review/summary.
3. Write a piece in any medium inspired by the book.

Little Women

Task 3.

Four Sisters

Four sisters sit on the grass looking out to sea.
Each one different from the other in temperament and dreams.

The oldest girl is fair and bright and motherly to the last.
The second one has tomboy dreams, and loves running through the grass.

The next in line is shy and quiet but a true Angel to the end.
The youngest girl, with light blonde hair, is a stereotypical youngest child.

Four sisters sit on the grass wondering where life may lead.
Each one dreaming of different paths and adventures that may be.

The oldest child who is nearly a woman dreams of love and romance.
The second girl dreams of writing fiction and travelling far and wide.

The third child dreams of staying near her family and her friends.
The youngest girl dreams of becoming rich and being a famous painting artist.

Three sisters sit on the grass looking out to sea.
Each one grown since last we met in temperament and dreams.

All are wives and also mothers with husbands loving and true.
The previous wishes have all been outgrown and have changed into something new.

Although quite changed the bond that binds them is tight and grows day after day.
For one thing unites them is the loss of a sister, who was loving in everyway.

The third youngest child was lost to young,
And womanhood she did not get to see.
Now they all feel her in their hearts, And always in their dreams.

An Angel is what they called her,
And that is what she truly did become,
For even though she may be gone,
Her love still glistens in the midday sun.

Posted in Discover Challenges, Fiction

Quotes and Inspiration

Open Your Heart: Inspiration


“Take out the key. Unlock the door.
What lies behind there is amazing.
What lies behind there is you”


‘Close your eyes, dream your dream. Now open your eyes get off your arse and make your dreams come true!


Dance, run and sing in the rain. For when the storm as passed the sun will shine and a brighter tomorrow awaits.


Happiness is in front of you ready to be grabbed.
Reach out and bring it towards you, wrap it around you,
and feel the light engulf you.


Love is an ocean: It can be stormy, ferocious and temperamental.
But when it is just right – You can dive in and swim without fear of drowning!


Open the door to your cage and set yourself free.


Posted in Discover Challenges, Fiction, Poetry

Thoughts, Feelings and Poetry

A collection of thoughts, feelings and poetry on: Dreams


Dream Days

Dreams in the heather,
Where we always run.
Looking for treasure,
Our souls search for fun.

Light as a feather,
In the midnight sun.

Coming together,
Forever as one.



Close your eyes,
dream your dream.
Now open your eyes
get off your arse
and make your dreams come true.


Keep Dreaming

Keep dreaming of all the things you want to achieve.

Keep dreaming of all the things you want to be.

Keep dreaming, never give up and always reach for the stars.

Keep dreaming because if you stop a greyer world you will quickly see.

Keep dreaming because life’s about seeing the colours of hope, love and happiness.

And setting yourself free!



Angel Wings

Posted in Fiction

The Witches Daughter.

Improvised Writing:

The Witches Daughter.

The old house stood on the grass verge crumbling before my eyes. I stepped nearer to it, shaking with fear as the noises bellowed out of the building, making my heart pound with trepidation. I knew I should not be there. I had heard about the curse that would befall anyone from my family if they were to walk inside, but I knew I had to be there. I needed to see her grave.

I reached the house, placed my shaking hand on the bricks and began to slowly walk around the building. I stopped suddenly, there it was a small mound with a dark bush growing from it leaning on the side of the outer wall. I dropped to the floor tears streaming from my eyes. All I had wanted was to say goodbye and now finally my opportunity to grieve had arrived. “Bye Mom” I sobbed.

Hours passed, the sun set, but I stayed there crying throughout the night. When the sun rose the next day I stood slowly, turned and started running away from the house. I had no intention of going inside, it was responsible for my mother’s death and I didn’t want to be cursed. I knew that would be the last thing my mother would have wanted.

Once I had reached a safe distance I turned back towards the house and stood breathing in the fresh morning air. It was at that moment I felt the rage seep into my blood, run through my veins and into my soul. I swore vengeance upon the girl who had killed my mother. I would find her and I would make her wish she had never been born. I turned and walked calmly away.

Dorothy Gale your heart will be mine!