Daily Prompt: Being Trippy!

Daily Prompt: Ever have an experience that felt surreal, as though you’d been suddenly transported into the twilight zone, where time seemed to warp, perhaps slowing down or speeding up? Tell us all about it. If you haven’t had an experience in real life that you can draw from, write a fictional account of a surreal experience.

This is a very short story inspired by a tale my mum told me about an experience she once had whilst riding…

Listening to the distinct sound of horse’s hooves on the tarmac, I breathe in the clean air which envelopes me in a warm country glow. It’s a spring day – the sky is a clear cornflower blue with the sun stretching its fingers through the branches above. I lead the other riders down the quiet country lane, listening happily to the cheerful banter from the others behind me. I feel the gentle movement beneath my legs as Sam breathes in, then  exhales in short huffs from his nostrils. We continue along the empty lane, trotting beside a trench which runs alongside the length of the road. It’s then that I feel it. Something isn’t quite right. Before I can comprehend what is happening, I am thrown into the air as Sam shies away from something in the ditch. It all happens so quickly. Still clutching the reigns, I feel myself falling sideways across the saddle; the greyness of the road swallows up everything I can see, getting closer and closer as I fall towards it…

I open my eyes. I am sitting upright on the saddle, listening to the gasps of the riders behind me. Am I crazy?

“Did that just happen?” I half-laugh.

The others just look in astonishment at me, not believing if what they had seen was an illusion caused by the sun dappled shadows or a small miracle.


Daily Prompt: Being a Dancer!

Daily Prompt: In my earliest memories of dancing, I’m under my auntie Nancy’s dining room table, (which had been pushed off to the side of the room), watching my mom, dad, aunties, and uncles all dancing on the hardwood floor to a never-ending stack of 45 records, dropping one after the other. I remember foot-high stacks of 45s all around the record player. The song that I remember playing most? Twistin’ the Night Away by Sam Cooke. Every time I hear that song, I remember auntie’s spontaneous dance parties. What are your earliest and fondest memories of dance?

I used to do ballroom dancing once every week from the age of about four. I remember wearing a black glittery dress with sparkly silver dancing shoes and every session somebody would win ‘Best dancer of the week’ award. Once, I was sitting on the wooden floor of the community centre after that weeks dancing session and all of a sudden the elderly couple who ran it called out my name. I didn’t think I would ever win the award so I just continued to sit there. They read my name out again and I remember being so thrilled that I had actually one it for the week!


Daily Prompt: Being Dreamy!

Daily Prompt: What is the best dream you’ve ever had? Recount it for us in all its ethereal glory. If no dream stands out in your memory, recount your worst nightmare. Leave no frightening detail out.

When I read this daily prompt I was so happy to finally have the chance to tell the world about a lucid dream I recently had, (for those of you who don’t know a lucid dream is one where you are aware that you are dreaming and you can even control what happens in it)! I even wrote it down!

I woke up from one dream and into another – I was lying in my bed so at this point I didn’t know I was still in a dream. I got out of bed, looked out of my window onto my street and thought to myself: “What would happen if I jumped out of this window?” Then I realised I could because I was in a dream!

Now the fun part starts…

I closed my eyes and imagined that my street had been replaced by rolling hills and countryside – when I opened my eyes it had worked! I stood on my window ledge and let myself fall. I closed my eyes as I did this and imagined that before I hit the ground I would soar upwards and into the sky – again, it worked! I flew through the air and everything was so realistic – I could feel the wind rush past my face and smell the dampness in the air.

I continued to fly and found a large house where I found my Mum, sister and a few women I didn’t recognise. I soared around over the hills in front of the house for a while but my sister kept running up to me. I landed and tried to imagine that I now had huge black feathered wings on my back, but my sister kept trying to talk to me – for those of you who have had lucid dreams you will know that it takes quite a bit of concentration to control it! So as my sister continued to pester me, I lost concentration and when I looked at the wings on my back, they fell off! (I know that sounds a bit sinister in real life but when your in a dream everything seems normal!)

I walked away from my sister, tried again and this time I managed to conjure up some amazing wings and flew around to the side of the house, where there was a tunnel of brambles and trees… if you can’t tell, it began to get a bit weirder from here on. I started to walk down the tunnel and everything got darker and more brambly and eventually I woke up – within another dream! My sister was playing a horror game on the computer –  and the game was taking place where I had previously been walking. I asked my sister if I was dreaming and she laughed, saying “No, of course you’re not!” Just to make sure I pinched myself but I still didn’t wake up. So obviously I thought I was awake…

Then I woke up in real life!

This dream was probably the most vivid I have ever had – as are many lucid dreams! And the feeling of flying felt so real… I would go through all that strange stuff at the end just to do it again!

Have any of you ever had a lucid dream?


Daily Prompt: Being Musical!

Daily Prompt: Have you ever played in a band? Tell us all about that experience of making music with friends. If you’ve never been in a band, imagine you’re forming a band with some good friends. What instrument do you play in the band and why? What sort of music will you play?

I have played in a band before – not a guitar-wailing, bass-thumping, drum-crashing band like that, but one of those classic bands you’re likely to see at summer fairs.

I started playing the trumpet when I was about seven or eight, because my Grandad taught me how to play ‘Twinkle Twinkle Little Star’, and then took me to my first music lessons. This carried on for the next nine years or so!

One summer, my Grandad told me I could play next to him in one of the bands he’s involved in – so I did! It was quite an ‘english’ affair, with the band playing in the background in front of a grand house and white stalls selling tea and scones with a tombola. It was all very lovely, (even if I was only pretending to play on half of the songs!), and afterwards a nice old man bought me a huge scone with cream and jam.

I was a bit overwhelmed with it all at the time!


Daily Prompt: Being Twelve!

Daily Prompt: You’re 12 years old. It’s your birthday. Write for ten minutes on that memory. GO.

Um… ok, I’m not sure whether I’m going to be able to write for ten minutes on this, but I’ll try.

It wasn’t a school day – woohoo! I woke up fairly early and opened my presents

When they came round I opened my presents from them and we had a buffet, (courtesy of my mum!)

Then I had the best chocolate cheesecake I have ever tasted before in my life!

And I’m afraid that’s all I remember happening, which probably isn’t a good thing seeing as it was only five years ago!

It was a nice birthday though! As was the cake…


Clay Cakes!


So today I thought I’d do another artsy and crafty post, because just recently I’ve begun to make charms out of polymer clay!

Do you know when you’re on YouTube and one video leads to another which leads to another and you end up being on something completely obscure and different to what you were first watching? Well, that happened to me and I ended up watching a video tutorial on how to make a blueberry cake out of polymer clay. I was overwhelmed by the cuteness of it all and how realistic the charm looked, and before I knew it I had watched about a hundred tutorials and had so much inspiration for making my own. So I went online and ordered some basic materials for making the charms, (mainly polymer clay!), and I made a couple of little clay cakes!

Chocolate & Strawberry Cake

Pink Birthday Cake

I’m not going to lie – I am very proud of my first attempts! They took so long but I think it was worth it in the end!



Daily Prompt: Being Intrepid!

Daily Prompt: What giant step did you take where you hoped your leg wouldn’t break? Was it worth it, were you successful in walking on the moon, or did your leg break?

I have to say I’m not really one to take risks, though I’d like to do it more in the future! So although it is going to sound a bit clichéd, I’m going to say it was starting this blog. I knew that I would have to keep up with writing posts everyday and I think my biggest worry was that nobody would read it and that would have done nothing to boost my self-confidence! Especially as I want to do something involving writing in the future. But luckily, people have read it and have liked it and have commented on it so that makes me a very happy person! So it was definitely worth it!


Daily Prompt: Being Alone!

Daily Prompt: Ever been dumped by a boyfriend or girlfriend? Was it a total surprise, or something you saw coming? Tell us your best worst breakup story. Never been the dumpee, always the dumper? Relate the story of a friend who got unceremoniously kicked to the curb. Change the names to protect the innocent if you must.

Well… can’t say I can really relate to this daily prompt!



Daily Prompt: Being Free!

Daily Prompt: Imagine that tomorrow, all of your duties and obligations evaporate for the day. You get the day all to yourself, to do anything you please. What types of fun activities would make your day?


I would get a bus down to the coast somewhere and find a small, hidden cove away from anyone. I would lie on the beach for a while and knowing me, I would probably sleep for an hour or two! I would have packed a bag full of blankets so I could be warm and comfortable and a book as well, to pass some time. Then I’d walk to the nearest village or town and buy myself a bag of fish and chips and eat them next to the sea.


Daily Prompt: Being Bootiful!

Ah, sweet youth. No matter whether you grew up sporting a fedora, penny loafers, poodle skirts, bell-bottoms, leg-warmers, skinny jeans, Madonna-inspired net shirts and rosaries, goth garb, a spikey mohawk, or even a wave that would put the Bieber to shame, you made a fashion statement, unique to you. Describe your favorite fashions from days of yore or current trends you think are stylin’.

I have one thing to post in response to this:

Rocket Dogs


I adore every boot I own. Just walking down the street feeling like I’m in an apocalypse makes my day! I think I should create a line of boots called ‘APOCABOOTS’. Not forgetting that they go with everything.

I’m sorry, I think I’m getting a bit carried away here…