“Platform to Another World” ~ Flash Fiction

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‘Platform to Another World’ ~ Flash fiction

Were it not for the tell-tale modern phone wire across the skyline, the wizard thought he could still be in his past life.

He gazed at one of the tools of his trade, namely the magician’s time-piece on the windowsill.

What of that time-piece?

A good friend had gifted it to him; a fellow wizard.  Oh, the wonderful journeys he had been on!

“So, where to next?” pondered Professor Severus Snape as he heard the familiar chug of the Hogwart’s Express in the distance…

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A little bit about this piece of flash fiction:

Inspired partly by my current read ‘The First Fifteen Lives of Harry August’; the theme (so far) being time-travel.

Partly by the intriguing ‘time-piece’ that I saw on the windowsill in the photo.

Partly by one of my favourite characters in ‘Harry Potter’

And of course partly by my imagination…

I wanted to get the theme of Platform 9 3/4 into the title by a clever play on words… ūüėČ

I hope you enjoyed?

Please do feel free to comment but likewise, please do note that I would prefer not to

receive constructive criticism.  

(This time anyway…)

Thanks in advance…

Carol Cameleon

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“He had started off with good intentions…” ~ Flash Fiction

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Flash fiction

He had started off with good intentions.  But the world had changed and so had the company; into a big, money-greedy corporate.

No matter. ¬†The time had come anyway. ¬†He had made his choice to retire. ¬†And there he was, a figure in his likeness, on top of his retirement cake. ¬†Complete with the old tools of the trade. ¬†No machinery. ¬†The nuts and icing sugar looked authentic, just like the layers of salt plains he had worked on but he would still leave with a bitter taste in his mouth…

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with Rochelle Wiseoff-Fields’ Friday Fictioneers prompt

Please do feel free to comment but likewise, please do note that I would prefer not to

receive constructive criticism.  

(This time anyway…)

Thanks in advance…

Carol Cameleon

Hayfever be gone ~ Ode to being sneezy!

 ode to hayfever and sneezes

This week I’ve been extremely sneezy,

Add to the mix a little bit wheezy.

It’s made me something of a grumpy moo,

Wait… sorry, pass another tissue!

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Achoo, achoo!¬† I’m feeling groggy,

Can’t think straight, my head’s all foggy.

I love to be ‘at one’ with nature

And enjoy the weather when it’s a scorcher.

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But you know what hayfever?¬† I’ve had enough.

I’m done with groggy, I’m done with ‘rough’.

The windows are shut, no makeup on,

Antihistamines ready, hayfever be gone!

“Never let it be said that a stone heart holds no emotion.” ~ Flash Fiction

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The three men were all together with tools, determination and perserverence.

All working to make space for something new.  But something was in the way.

They tried to move ‘The Old Fella’ but he refused. ¬†Though made of stone, he was a stubborn ‘Old Fella’ and the place would always be his home; would always be in his heart.

“Never let it be said that a stone heart holds no emotion,” he muttered at the burly men as they gave up, downed tools and headed home for the day. ¬†This building project would have to wait…

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with Rochelle Wiseoff-Fields’ Friday Fictioneers prompt

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receive constructive criticism.  

(This time anyway…)

Thanks in advance…

Carol Cameleon

“The blood was now like the rubber from melted red balloons.”

 

 

Photo copyright – Ted Strutz

It was a like a scene from a suspense thriller.  The white vans being the forensics, ready to take samples from the blood that had slowly dripped through the slats of the stairs; the blood was now like the rubber from melted red balloons.

As he looked out of his window, he sat and wondered how long it would take for them to knock on the door of his dentist practice; how long it would take to go through the motions of ¬†‘door to door enquiries’. ¬†The questions would be asked.

Good thing he’d cleaned up his tools well, he thought.

101 words

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receive constructive criticism.  

(This time anyway…)

Thanks in advance…

Carol Cameleon

Cancer, jog on! A poem for Race for Life…

 Cancer, jog on!

Word of the Week Cancer jog on poem

In July I will  be running Race for Life.

I’ve achieved alot through the Couch to 5k app.

I’ve come from barely being able to jog for 60 seconds at any one time, to jogging for 30 minutes non-stop… ¬†how good is that?!

For me, it’s very good. ¬†I’m very¬†proud of myself. ¬†I’ve shocked myself and found a new hobby that I love…

(aside from blogging of course!)

Please, please get behind me… re-blog, like, comment, share, share, share ……and share again across all of your social media platforms! ¬†It’s not for me, it’s for everyone who has been touched by cancer.

And let’s face it, that really is everyone.

My justgiving page link is at the bottom of the poem (in the main blog picture above) but here it is again for good measure.

Thank you ūüôā

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Disclaimer: this post is not endorsed in any way by Race for Life, Cancer Research or any other charity.  

Where is the beginning? A poem on chakra meditation

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Where is the beginning?

What’s at the beginning?

It all starts at the root,

When we’re not grounded,

Branches can’t develop their shoots.

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Our branches need feeding

With healthy, wholesome foods,

If not they imbalance

And affect our moods.

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When we work from the bottom

And end up at the top,

We have spinning wheels, or

‘chakras’ which never stop…

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Want to feel peaceful and calm?

Meditate daily, don’t be shy,

And your friends they may comment,

Share the love, tell them why…

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…Why you’re feeling grounded

And rooted, like a tree to the earth.

Why those positive thoughts and good food

Give a sense of self-worth.

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…Why you’re feeling creative

Bursting with thoughts and ideas,

As they ebb and flow like the water,

Eroding your fears.

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…Why your ego’s not ‘pumped up’,

You’re calm and ‘together’,

You don’t listen to the bad things,

You don’t need ‘lucky heather’.

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…Why your breathing’s steady and easy

While your heart pumps fresh air,

Pure and cleansed through your body,

To keep you alert and ‘all there’.

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…Why you’re feeling expressive

And you’re speaking your mind,

Being open and clear,

It’s the best way, you will find.

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…Why your sixth sense is open,

It’s your third eye, you see.

Is your perception of reality

With them or with ‘me’?

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…Why your crown’s like a flower,

Its stem’s like your spine,

A petal for each chakra

Now you’re upright and ‘aligned’.

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Now you’re beginning to see

What your thoughts can do,

Breathe slowly, be mindful

That it all starts with you.

By Carol Cameleon

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The Garden Gang

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Penelope Strawberry

Benny Broad Bean

Lucy Leek

Gertrude Gooseberry

Out of all the characters in ‘The Garden Gang’ books by Jayne Fisher, these  are the ones that I loved the most as a child.

I found the stories that Fisher wrote to be enchanting.  They really captured my young imagination with the colourful drawings and the cheeky veggie names!  Little did she know how popular her garden gang books would be when she started writing them at the tender age of 9.  She was to be the youngest ever Ladybird author at the age of 12.  What an incredible achievement!

The inside cover of my own well-thumbed copy of ‘Wee Willie Water Melon and Betty Beetroot tells me that Jayne had:

“…her own little garden at home which gave her the ideas for these stories.  Jayne’s bold, colourful felt-tipped pen illustrations are bound to appeal to young children…”

So not only was she a talented young author, she also created the vivid, bold illustrations too.  I wonder what she is doing now?…

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