“Excited but scared” ~ My Fantastic Friday Fiction Offering…

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So here’s the thing.  I needed inspiration for my ‘fantastic friday fiction’ offering.  

And here it is:

It was nearing the end of the all important 1st stage.  They were beyond excited to be able to talk about it very soon.  Excited but nervous.  Excited but scared.  Mainly excited though.

They felt it was something they had to do together.  It wasn’t right that some should find out before others, they thought.

Was it silly that they considered this to be one of the most important decisions of their lives?  Well, one way or another, they had waited long enough for this moment.

So, the obvious way to announce it ‘officially’ was to both press ‘enter’ together and post up a pink and blue bib on their facebook statuses.  Then their social media statuses would post the symbol for everyone to see.  After too many miscarriages that were not public knowledge, the couple had announced their delightful news!


Inspired by the quote “Every status has its symbol.” ~ Advertising slogan.

Because social media statuses seem to be where it’s at…

The Bonfire Night Party Alibi

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The haze of bonfire night smoke lingered long after the final sparkler had died out and gone cold on the ground.  The smell of the smoke lingered longer.  Anyone wanting an alibi that night could comfortably say they had been to the bonfire party. All they had to do was show their face and claim they had been there all night.  No one would be any the wiser amid the crowd of faces milling about.
Or would they?
The murderer was something of a rookie.  They had wanted a quick death; the less blood and gore the better.  Even better if there were no blood-curdling screams.  Although the fireworks would drown that out, they would have to time it well.  In light of that, a ‘clean’ method had been chosen.   The glass of mulled wine that had been laced with poison had been thoroughly enj

oyed by the clueless victim.  And it hadn’t taken long to work either.  Our murderer hadn’t reckoned on it being sofast-working.

Now all that remained was for the murderer to dispose of the victim on the burning bonfire.  The embers would be glowing long into the night and the following day.
But would the smoke screen last that long?


Prisoners ~ poem #WonderfulWorldofWriting

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How often I’ve spent time with you

Is really quite shocking;

How often you’ve kept me company

Is really quite reassuring


When I’ve needed answers

You’ve always been there;

When I’ve needed a friend

You’ve always been here


But not everyone trusts you,

It’s a sad fact but it’s true;

But what about me?

I admit at times I haven’t, too


Yet here I am with you

Right here, right now;

Yet again I am sucked in

You have a knack, somehow


You are the one that’s entangled

Many lives in their wake;

You are the World Wide Web,

Oh, how many prisoners you take!…


By Carol Cameleon for #WonderfulWorldofWriting

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“It’s not always about the brains” ~ My Fantastic Friday Fiction Offering…

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It’s not always about the brains

Take a look at the smooth surface of the cabbage,

Compared to the nobbly brain ‘nodes’ of the cauli;

As the latter graduates from college,

They should, in theory, get more ‘lolly’.


But this isn’t always the case,

Oh no ’tis not so,

For the cabbage may have their wit

And more ‘get up and go’.


It’s not always about the brains

But how you think things through,

We’re all different after all,

There’s one ‘me’, there’s one ‘you’…


Inspired by the quote “Cauliflower is nothing but cabbage with a college education.” ~ Mark Twain, 1835-1910, American author and humorist

In the back seat of the car ~ poem #WonderfulWorldofWriting

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In the back seat of the car…


In the back seat of the car

I am lost in my own thoughts;

How I expected you to be,

I am not entirely sure.


After a long and bumpy fall

You’re bound to be out of sorts,

I try not to be down

But upbeat in my thoughts.


You’re still here and that’s what matters,

You’re battered, bruised and broken,

Your recovery depends a lot

On positive words to be spoken…


By Carol Cameleon for #WonderfulWorldofWriting

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Our problems are like raindrops ~ poem #WonderfulWorldofWriting

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Our problems are like raindrops


Our problems are like raindrops,

Sometimes coming from nowhere,

Soaking through your clothes to your skin,

Sending you into despair…


But think on this a while

As the rain trickles down your nose,

Collecting more and more water,

From your fingers to your toes…


You may feel saturated with

Problems from time to time,

Like you’ll never dry out; why can’t problems

Be hung out on the line?..


Now, write each problem on some paper,

Then hang it up for air,

The problem drips dry, evaporates,

A solution may be there…


Make every day a  ‘washing day’

To cleanse your heart and soul,

The deluge of problems makes a puddles,

Make dispersing it your goal…


By Carol Cameleon for #WonderfulWorldofWriting

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“The Wrong Trousers” ~ My First Fantastic Friday Fiction Offering…

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The wrong trousers

There was a young man with a thought so appealin’

Who wanted to fight for truth and for freedom,

His trousers best, better than all the rest,

But he went starkers decidin’ he didn’t need ’em…

‘inspired’ by the quote “You should never have your best trousers on when you go out and fight for freedom and truth.” – Henrik Ibsen, 1828-1906, Norwegian playwright

Next week I will fair better, I absolutely promise…

To and Fro ~ poem #WonderfulWorldofWriting

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To and Fro


Swish swash, swish swash,

To and fro they go,

Backwards, forwards,

To and fro they go…


Smearing, clearing,

To and fro they go,

Squeaking, scratching,

To and fro they go…


Faster, slower,

To and fro they go,

This way, that way,

To and fro they go…


Left, right, left, right,

To and fro they go,

From blurry to clarity,

To and fro they go…


I compare my mind to a rainy day,

Then breathe steadily,

Wipe clean my mind,

Now I can see they way…


By Carol Cameleon for #WonderfulWorldofWriting

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I should like to be a bird ~ poem #WonderfulWorldofWriting

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I should like to be a bird – poem


I should like to be a bird,

Flying high up in the sky,

Soaring here, dipping there,

Watching the world go by…


The freedom of flight,

From a pair of wings,

I could go where I liked

And see lots of things…


Would I have a ‘flock’

Or be an independent bird?

I’m not sure how it works,

It all sounds quite absurd!…


Perhaps for just one day then

I’d like to be a bird,

Maybe a little Jenny Wren

Then I’ll come back down to earth!


By Carol Cameleon for #WonderfulWorldofWriting

Without books, where would we be?


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Simply ‘books’

Books come in all shapes and sizes,

Different genres and many guises;

In paperback they can be found,

And in hardback, perfectly bound.


Or how about the ebook era

In black and white on a ‘reader’?

Some don’t like them, some folk do;

I’m quite partial and have written a few…


However you prefer to read,

Books spread knowledge, help us succeed;

Help us relax, de-stress the mind,

Help us escape and unwind.


Reading is the perfect pastime,

From true romance to a gritty crime;

Without books where would we be?

Let’s grab a book and cup of tea!

By Carol Cameleon



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