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Friday Fictioneers — Intergalactic Souvenirs

PHOTO PROMPT © Claire Fuller

Aliens visited Earth once, during the Holocene Epoch of the Quaternary Period. Along with the official samples collected for scientific analysis, one of them smuggled some souvenirs back home as toys for its 5-year-old squirmling.

All quite harmless, it thought, until a beetle crawled out of a piece of deadwood and infected the squirmling with a deadly virus that wiped out every living creature on the planet.

In a couple of centuries from now, human astronauts will visit the star Wolf 1061 and discover exoplanet 1061c is dead. Then they will excavate and find a 2016 copper-plated coin from Earth.


Friday Fictioneers: 100 word stories
Photo prompt: image © Claire Fuller

Monday Morning #Haiku 125 — Seaweed

Seaweed slime

~A saline slimescape~
Slip, slide, squelch. Dice with balance
on greened beach pebbles.

#Dodoitsu 01 — The Rainbow

Time for me to introduce you to a form of Japanese poetry that was new to me, until BillyBuc at Artistry with Words mentioned it in a recent post. Thanks, Billy, and I’m sure you won’t mind if I quote you here:-)

Dodoitsu is a Japanese poetic form where the focus is on syllables instead of rhyme or meter.  Dodoitsu is a four-line poem which has seven syllables in each of the first three lines, and five syllables in the final line.  Traditionally, the Dodoitsu focuses on work or love, and it usually has a humorous twist.

So here you are, my first attempt at writing something in a Japanese poetic form other than haiku and tanka (though my US cousins might prefer to replace the word “moulded” with “molded”) …

Through the window, a rainbow
she is desperate to share.
Moulded in cushion comfort,
he prefers his tea.

Noah Padgett and the Dog-People #KindleCountdownDeal

Featured Image -- 7339Thirty days after the release of Noah Padgett and the Dog-People, it is Kindle Countdown Deal time. This means that those daunted by my book’s normal price of £1.99 on Amazon (UK) or $2.99 Amazon (US), can now download my 56,000-word children’s crossover novel for £0.99/$0.99 from today until midnight on 14th October. Where else could you pay so little for about six hours of fun entertainment?

The story in brief…

It’s adventure time for twelve-year-old Noah Padgett and his chocolate Labrador puppy, Bluebell. With one click of a link they landed themselves in the Zyx-dimension, where the predominate species is Canis sapiens.  These intelligent dog-people view Noah and his puppy as mutants and alien collectibles, forcibly separating them and putting both their lives in peril.

Will they survive, or won’t they?

Without a magic wand at his disposal, Noah must rely on his wits alone.



Monday Morning #Haiku 124 — Teasels


Riverside teasels,
brown, dry, rooted on chalk ridge
where skylarks swoop low.

— October’s Guest Storyteller — J. S. Strange

j-s-strangewinter-smithJack Strange, or J. S. Strange, is a Welsh author who writes fiction. His début novel, Winter Smith: London’s Burning, is a zombie apocalypse novel and is available on Amazon. London’s Burning is the first in a zombie apocalypse series, but there are twists that make it different from your typical zombie story. Jack is twenty-one, and lives in Wales. He is currently working on the second instalment of Winter Smith.


Sarah says: Welcome to my blog, Jack, and I can honestly say that you’re the youngest person to have guest-posted here. I’m in awe of you having already written and published your first novel; a most exciting read it is, too. When I was your age, I just wrote naff poetry that was meant to contain profound truths but was probably a load of twaddle. It’s wonderful that you have so much direction and ambition, plus a whole creative life ahead of you following a decent head-start. 

The story below is a write-up of a project Jack may be working on in the future  a collection of short stories following other people during the zombie apocalypse in London, at the same time as Winter is escaping. 


I Take Thee

A wedding day is something special, especially a wedding taking part in the middle of London. My wife had arranged it, completely blowing our budget on a venue that was a step down from where Princess Diana had married Charles.

But I was excited. Five years with the beautiful girl and I was about to become her husband. It was all I wanted. My friends told me I was too young. We had met at twenty, now we were twenty-five, but when you know, you know.

The venue was magnificent. Tall arcs of grand stone, moulded by people whose talents were incomprehensible. Rows upon rows of pews lined behind me, and I was surprised that we had managed to fill out most of them. Everyone looked beautiful. It really was going to be a great day.

I turned to my best man besides me. A man who had been in my life since I was twelve years old. We didn’t like to talk about it, but we both loved each other greatly.

“You ready for this?” He asked me, a grin across his face. “It isn’t too late to turn back.”

I held up my middle finger at him, and we laughed.

The vicar stood before me adjusted his position, and I knew that we were about to start. I heard the heavy church doors open behind me, and the music began to play. I heard everybody standing, murmuring with excitement, getting ready for the main ceremony.

The bride walked down the aisle. She held her flower bouquet in her petite hands, a smile on her veiled face. When she came to stop next to the man she was about to marry, she seemed to be afraid of looking at him.

I turned to her. She was stunning. I knew this wasn’t a mistake. This was the girl I wanted to marry and spend the rest of my life with. Someone coughed behind me, and someone whispered something in response, but I didn’t care about that.

“We are gathered here today, to welcome…”

There was a cry behind us. At first, I thought it might be a baby. But it sounded manly. It sounded pained. The vicar looked over our heads, at the source of the sound, and visibly paled.

Then someone screamed. I turned and saw a man rising out of the crowds. It was an uncle of my soon to be wife’s. He wore a charcoal suit, and had gone a dark shade of purple. He opened his mouth and sunk his teeth into the woman in front of him, her beige dress soon stained with her own blood.

In seconds she was convulsing. Her skin tightened and cracked. Her eyes became bloodshot. She had changed before everyone’s eyes.

In that time, the uncle had bitten others. People were scattering, forgetting the wedding and prioritising their right for survival.

I took my wife’s hand and tried to pull her away, but she remained rooted to the spot. I looked at her, confused. She lifted part of her dress, revealing her leg. I gasped. She had been bitten.


“When getting ready.” Was all she said.

Her skin was turning a nasty shade of purple. I wanted to vomit. I could hear people calling my name. I could hear them calling her name, too. I didn’t know what was happening, but the girl I loved had died before my eyes.

But she hadn’t fallen. She didn’t lie still in death. She stepped forwards, rather rigidly, and came for me.

I moved out of the way, so she took the next best thing: my best man.

He screamed as he was bitten. I was pulled away from the altar by my dad. Blood stained the stone floor, the decorations falling off walls as people ran by.

The vicar stood where he had stood when he had been about to marry us. My sister was biting into him. He was mid prayer.

I ran up the aisle at the end of the church, joining guests that had been invited. I recognised the odd cousin, an aunty from my childhood.

We burst out of the church, and my world fell apart. The wedding cars were left open, a body on the grass nearby. The photographer was in the middle of turning, into whatever the hell these things were. London was burning all around. It seemed the end had finally come.


Winter Smith: London’s Burning is available at and

To receive updates about the Winter Smith Series, you might like to check out J. S. Strange’s Website and his Goodreads Author Page or follow him on Twitter

My review of Winter Smith: London’s Burning

Sarah Potter Chats about Book Publishing & Writing Inspiration

Last week, I had the honour of being a guest on Christy Birmingham’s wonderful blog. It was such fun meeting a whole load of new bloggers and having the chance to interact with them.

Yet again, many thanks to Christy for making me feel so welcome in her blogging home, and to her followers, too🙂

Poetic Parfait

I am pleased to give the blogging stage to author Sarah Potter today! I first connected with Sarah a few years ago, through her blog Sarah Potter Writes. Since then, I have enjoyed following her publishing career as well as reading the poetry and short stories she has shared on her blog.

When she released a new book of juvenile fiction titled Noah Padgett and the Dog-People, I wanted to have her over here to talk about the writing process and learn more about the book. So, without further ado, here is Sarah.

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Thank you, Christy, for inviting me to guest post at your wonderful blog, to talk about publishing and my latest novel, plus offer some tips on finding writing inspiration.

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Monday Morning #Haiku 123 — Estuary


~Blue tranquillity~
Coalesce with still river;
watch silver fish leap.

Driftwood: Lose Yourself in a Magical Coastal Garden

geoff-stonebanksAt the beginning of September, after having had Mister insist I take a morning off from book-editing, I had the pleasure of visiting Driftwood. This small and unique garden is situated at Seaford in Sussex, on the SE coast of the UK.

Geoff Stonebanks, pictured here, is the visionary who transformed what was originally a plain, rocky chalk garden into a little paradise. He views the garden as his “art”: from its conception, to the planting, to the nurturing, to the ongoing maintenance. It’s no easy undertaking to establish plants on chalk, let alone in a garden that suffers year-round assault by salt-laden air. When Geoff moved from London, bringing many plants with him, about half of them died during their first winter.

Just to prove Geoff’s perseverance and his success in realising an artistic dream, Driftwood was a double national award winner in 2012 — Garden News “Best Small Garden” and the “National Garden Competition”. It was featured on Good Morning Britain in 2014 and is due to be featured on Gardeners’ World (BBC1) this Friday, 23rd September at 2030 hrs (BST)

Since 2009, Driftwood has been open to the public 115 times, has had 13,000 visitors and raised more than £76,000 for various charities. As part of the visit, you can purchase a cup of tea and some delicious homemade cake, and as for the vintage china… need I say more? It’s all so quintessentially English. Geoff usually makes the cakes himself but on the day we visited, some of his helpers had made them instead. Of course, I chose butter-iced coffee and walnut cake as per usual on outings, although this particular slice was the best ever, and so generous in size that I couldn’t manage any lunch, even though they served light lunches there that were most likely equally as delicious.

Anyway, enough preamble. I will now take you around the garden, the first picture being of the front garden and the others of the main garden out back. You will notice some pieces of artwork, as well as various curiosities among the plants, contributing to the garden’s sea theme. The ones with price tickets on them are the work of artists, while the other ones belong to Geoff. There is also a wooden shed that was built for Geoff’s late father, and the last picture is not a real door but a folly door.



















I hope you enjoyed your fleeting tour of Geoff’s garden, although I haven’t by any means photographed all of its nooks, crannies, and curiosities. To appreciate it in all its glory, you need to visit and see it for yourselves. So if you’re planning on visiting the SE England in 2017, sometime between June and September, you might like to check out .

Monday Morning #Haiku 122 — Sweet Chestnuts


~Sweet chestnut cases~
Summer slides into Autumn:
leaf-fall, fire-crackle.

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