Daily Prompt: Being Festive!

Daily Prompt: Clothes and toys, recipes and jokes, advice and prejudice: we all have to handle all sorts of hand-me-downs every day. Tell us about some of the meaningful hand-me-downs in your life.

Two of them just happen to be Christmas decorations – not that surprising considering I absolutely love Christmas, (something I probably got from my Mum)! One of them is a tree decoration – a tiny stocking made from red velvet and gold thread. Since I can remember the stuffing inside it has always popped out the seams, and no amount of superglue can fix that! A couple of years ago when we were putting up the tree, my Mum took it out and said that she ought to throw it away. Of course, I ended up ‘adopting’ it and now it hangs from my mini Christmas tree in my bedroom, looking pretty! The second hand-me-down is a teeny tiny nativity inside a sort of clay bauble, all painted with bright colours and soo cute. When I say small, it’s about the size of a golf ball, with tiny hand painted figures standing inside. In fact, I don’t think my Mum even knows I’ve decided it’s mine –  but my time will come!

Now I’m feeling all festive!



Daily Prompt: Being Royal!

Daily Prompt: A second #RoyalBaby will soon be joining the Windsors in England. Given the choice, would you rather be heir to the throne, or the (probably) off-the-hook sibling?

I love the Royal Family – I just wouldn’t want to be part of it! There are so many expectations and judgemental views that you would have to be born into, with more or less no choice about any of it. I respect them all for this. I mean, what happens if you go to a nightclub? You get followed the whole night by photographers looking for the tiniest chance to shame you. I suppose if I had to choose, it would have to be the sibling – knowing that I’d be queen one day would scare me a bit! Besides, most people seem to love Prince Harry!

Oh, and here’s a fun fact – the Queen waved at me once when I was a toddler!


Daily Prompt: Being Intrigued!

Daily Prompt: You’re sitting at a café when a stranger approaches you. This person asks what your name is, and, for some reason, you reply. The stranger nods, “I’ve been looking for you.” What happens next?

“Right. You’ve been looking for me?” I have an uneasy feeling in my stomach.

“Yes, you.”

I look at the man and assess the situation that has arisen. The stranger wears his dark hair short and fiddles with the bottom button of his suit. Almost as if he is nervous. He awaits my response with intense grey eyes.

“Sorry, I – I don’t think I know you,” I utter as surely as I can. I tap the side of my mug nervously.

“Will you come with me? I need to show you something. And it’s important.” The gunpowder eyes glisten and seem so sure of themselves. But I don’t know this man.

“Sorry, but no thanks.”

He nods and smiles quickly. “No problem. Thanks anyway.” And like that, he’s gone.

I sit for precisely ten seconds, counting each second with a tap of my nail on the mug. Chink Chink Chink. My eyes follow the stranger as he trots across the road, hands shoved into his suit pockets as protection against the autumnal chill outside.

I can’t help myself. I grab my coat and swish out of the café, keeping my distance as I follow the man round the corner.


Daily Prompt: Being Secretive!

Daily Prompt: Can you keep a secret? Have you ever — intentionally or not — spilled the beans (when you should’ve stayed quiet)?

Once at school a girl in my class had been off for a few days, so one day I asked my friend if she knew where she was. My friend told me she was in Nigeria visiting people and it didn’t really register in my head that we’re not allowed to go on holidays during term time. Later that afternoon, our tutor was taking the register and asked if anyone had seen the girl recently or knew where she was. Like an idiot, I told him that she was in Nigeria. Everyone sort of looked at me and then I realised that it was obviously meant to be kept a secret. Luckily for me, (and the girl), our tutor had a very bad memory and when she came back and told him she’d been really ill for a couple of weeks, he didn’t seem to remember what I had told him… phew!


Daily Prompt: Being Powerful!

Daily Prompt: You’ve been granted the power to predict the future! The catch — each time you use your power, it costs you one day (as in, you’ll live one day less). How would you use this power, if at all?

I don’t think I would use it. The thought of knowing what my future holds kind of scares me to death – what if I’m here one day and gone the next? And then we get into all that complex stuff – if I try to prevent something I have ‘predicted’, will that just cause it to happen anyway? Or will I actually be able to change the future with my knowledge? I still think I’d save my days if I had the choice. Unless, of course, there was some sort of asteroid heading towards my house – maybe then I could predict when it was going to hit and go out for the day instead!


Daily Prompt: Being Tearful!

Daily Prompt: Do movies, songs, or other forms of artistic expression easily make you cry? Tell us about a recent tear-jerking experience!

I would talk about The Fault in our Stars but then I don’t want the memory of it to resurface…

I love watching videos of flash mobs on YouTube; they always seem to either make me laugh or cry, (in a good, ‘I love humanity’ kind of way). One I keep coming back to is this Trafalgar Square ‘Hey Jude’ flash mob. It makes me proud to be British, (even though I don’t live in London!), and cheers me up everytime! Please watch it!


Daily Prompt: Being Cast!

Daily Prompt: You’ve just been named the casting director of your favorite television show (or movie franchise). The catch: you must replace the entire cast — with your friends and family. Who gets which role?

Well the television show has to be Sherlock – that was an easy decision. But why would I have to replace the whole cast with people I know? The show is absolutely perfect as it is – I mean, who could ever replace Benedict Cumberbatch and Martin Freeman’s perfect onscreen chemistry? Definitely not any male member of my family… sorry Dad, but that would be a bit weird! I couldn’t even cast myself in the series. I think it’s safe to say that most people I know, particularly my family, wouldn’t exactly improve Sherlock with their drama skills, (or lack of!).


Daily Prompt: Being Historic!

Daily Prompt: 500 years from now, an archaeologist accidentally stumbles on the ruins of your home, long buried underground. What will she learn about early-21st-century humans by going through (what remains of) your stuff?

Probably that our technology was only just developing – I mean, in five hundred years time we’ll be riding around on hover-boards, right? My dearly loved Kindle would look like a brick! And the fashion would probably look a lot different; if she went through my sister’s wardrobe she could find all sorts of mysterious items, like a ‘Manic Street Preachers’ T-Shirt – maybe that would give the archaeologist an idea of what people were fans of ‘back in the day’? Unfortunately we’re not hoarders or passionate collectors so we’re probably not the most interesting house for an archaeologist to dig up!


Daily Prompt: Being Small!

Daily Prompt: In a reversal of Big, the Tom Hanks classic from the 80s, your adult self is suddenly locked in the body of a 12-year-old kid. How do you survive your first day back in school?

Just like I survived on the first day of college – you smile at the people you sit next to, try to make small talk and perhaps moan about how much you dislike the lesson! Then again, if I was trapped inside a 12 year old’s body, I would probably, (I know it sounds bad), be the rebel I never was; I would tell my old art teacher how horrible she actually is, (like I have so many times before in my dreams), then storm out in true rebel-dream style, to the sounds of other kids cheering. Unleash the rebel within!


Daily Prompt: Being Stressed!

Daily Prompt: In honor of Labor Day in North America, tell us what’s the one job you could never imagine yourself doing.

My worst nightmare would be working as a stock-exchange trader. First of all, I hate phones. Second of all… the stress! I don’t really understand much involving the stock market and there are too many numbers and percentages for my brain to process, let alone shouting down a phone at someone on the other end at the same time. And I couldn’t cope with people yelling at me either… I don’t know if it’s really as bad as it comes across in movies, but my guess would be yes and I wouldn’t want to take that chance anyway!