Holiday………. Race The Train Fever….. Sun ….. No I’m in Scotland

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Hi,

I’m on a bit of a holiday so just a little note to let my followers know that I won’t be posting as much for a while, though I might be tempted to join in the writing #BlogBattle and I will be replying to comments so do feel free to chat. The good news is my mum is doing wonderfully well after her operation, she’s some lady, in her seventies and as feisty as ever! We’re getting our orders, tee hee, she’s a laugh. I think she even had the nurses at her beck and call, sounds like they treated her like royalty!

My journey started off terribly badly I did a crazy thing I turned up at the wrong station! In my defence I’ve never done this before, this was a first. I went to Waterbeach (our nearest station) instead of Cambridge. A few days prior to travel I had picked up my tickets from the ticket machine at Waterbeach, and somehow had it in my head that I was travelling from Waterbeach. So my husband had to try to beat the train! A racing challenge, just up his street! He drove me to the next station on the route, it was a hair-raising drive. I really thought there was no way he could do it but amazingly he did and with a few minutes to spare! Luckily the train was running two minutes late and we’d left the house in good time. Phew!!!!

The train journey was lively to say the least we had the cast of one of the shows on our carriage and they were a boisterous lot, you could tell they were actors, they liked to be noticed. I’ve never heard a bunch of people laugh so much. At one point we arrived at a place called Northallerton in North Yorkshire and they queried whether this fairy tale sounding town existed, I reckon they thought it was some sort of Narnialand.

On arrival I decided to walk through Princess Street gardens to get a feeling for Festival Fever, boy it was busy, luckily I just have one small piece of luggage with me.  I arrived at my bus stop, and guess what, wonder of wonders my mother in law was standing there apparently waiting for a bus! What are the odds of that? Amazing. Anyway we had a brief chat and then she had to dash off to find her bus, she was at the wrong stop, apparently all the buses are a bit confusing at the moment with the Festival being on.

So I’m up in Edinburgh, sans enfants and sans husband, I intend on catching up with old friends, maybe visiting the cat café in Stockbridge, going to the Book Festival, and the dance and drama events at the International Festival, and the Art galleries if I get a chance. I shall be going out with my dad for Chinese lunch, visiting my mother-in-law, catching up with my brother and generally eating too much. Yum….

I’ll be helping out with mum, cooking, and generally doing my Florence Nightingale bit. You can see why blogging has to take a back seat. Hope my mum will be able to join us out and about towards the end of next week. Unfortunately it is dreadfully busy in Edinburgh at the moment, with all the excitement of the Festivals, the town is packed so it is not very easy to manoeuvre around if you’ve just had an operation. So we will have a duty to try to keep her in, to ensure she rests, no easy task for a lady who is always so full of energy. Let the battle commence…..

I’ve packed  a couple of books to catch up on, a bit of holiday reading. My current read is  The Wrath and The Dawn by Renee Ahdieh, which is a rich descriptive read inspired by One Thousand and One Nights, I’m really enjoying this. As well as this I intend to read The Bonesetter’s Daughter by Amy Tan. “A dramatic tale of love, loss and betrayal in Provincial China, told with directness and deep feeling.” Mail on Sunday.

If I finish these two there are a wealth of detective novels in my mum and dad’s house so I don’t think I will be short of reading material, and of course I’m sure I’ll pick up some new novels at the Book Festival. How exciting!!! I love Edinburgh, me home from home, only slight gripe it’s so cold here, I don’t think I’ll be needing that sun hat and shades, a woolly hat would be more useful.

Anyway Happy Holidays, hope if you are going anywhere nice you have a wonderful time.

Bye for now.

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Marje @ Kyrosmagica xx

The 3 Day Quote Challenge – Day 3 – Ingrid Bergman

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“A kiss is a lovely trick

designed by nature

to stop speech

when words

become superfluous.”

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Ingrid Bergman

Of course I had to end the 3 day 3 quote challenge on a farewell kiss!  It would have been so remiss of me not to. Absolutely believe Ingrid Bergman’s quote one hundred and ten percent.

There is nothing like a kiss especially if that certain somebody is kissing you. A kiss is the honey elixir of the soul, it speaks volumes when words carry very little or no weight. The kiss can be tentative, or tender, it can be a peck or a passionate full on don’t come up for breath number, all of which are worthy of our utmost attention, especially the last one! A, sigh, been there, done that!  It could be your first kiss, or a kiss with your granny with her false teeth out! Sorry for that gummy image but it’s one that comes to mind! It could be a smooch with your dog, even soldiers kiss  dogs.  Dogs get kisses too!

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Who could resist kissing this little kitten? I couldn’t. Cats seem to love me though, they follow me everywhere I go….. A bit of an exaggeration –  but there is a little fellow that always follows me to the bus stop, he’s so cute. I always stop, pat him, and have a little chit chat on the way to the bus, time permitting!

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All sorts of kisses can be memorable for so many reasons. I remember before I went under the surgeon’s knife way back in October my husband kissing me, that kiss meant a great deal, it calmed and reassured me. It worked a treat, I didn’t panic, it was just what the doctor ordered, the perfect prescription, no words could have been as effective!

Thank you so much to Swagata Mukherjee from Kolkata, India for nominating me to take part in this 3 day Quote challenge, I’ve thoroughly enjoyed taking part. Swagata is a PhD student in Physics. She loves to travel and is passionate about photography.

Here’s a link to her blog, do check it out: https://physicsswagata.wordpress.com/2015/08/07/3-day-quote-challenge-day-33/

Rules for Three-Day Quote Challenge

  • Thank the blogger, who nominated you.
  • Publish 3 quotes on 3 consecutive days in your blog. It can be your own, or from a book, movie or from anyone who inspires you.
  • Nominate 3 more bloggers to carry on this endeavour.

As before I will be nominating three of my fellow #BlogBattle Writing Bloggers, they are:

https://rawlse.wordpress.com/

https://blondewritemore.wordpress.com/

http://hehasplans.com/

Any other #BlogBattlers that I haven’t mentioned  (I could only nominate a certain number of bloggers) please do join in too if you’d like, the more the merrier…….

Thanks for joining me in this 3 Day Quote Challenge.

What are your favourite quotes, and kissing tales?  Oh, I can’t wait to hear them, don’t be shy!

Alright I admit it I’m a curious so and so……!

kk

Marje @ Kyrosmagica xx

The Three Day Quote Challenge – Day 2 – Thomas Aquinas

The Three Day Quote Challenge – Day 2 – Thomas Aquinas

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The things that we love tell us what we are.

Thomas Aquinas

So true, I’ve always had a deep fondness for the sea, and sandy beaches. So if Thomas Aquinas is right I must be a mermaid! Being near the sea, makes me feel alive, and very happy. One day I hope to move to a pretty bay somewhere, read, write and blog!  It’s a recurring dream of mine, hope it comes true!

What about you? Do you love the sea too? Or are the mountains your favourite place to be? My husband loves the snow capped mountains, and the sea too, so we’re at least half compatible on that!

Thank you to Swagata Mukherjee from Kolkata, India, for nominating me to take part in this 3 day Quote challenge. Swagata is a PhD student in Physics. She loves to travel and is passionate about photography. Here’s the link to her blog: https://physicsswagata.wordpress.com/2015/08/07/3-day-quote-challenge-day-33/

Rules for Three-Day Quote Challenge

  • Thank the blogger, who nominated you.
  • Publish 3 quotes on 3 consecutive days in your blog. It can be your own, or from a book, movie or from anyone who inspires you.
  • Nominate 3 more bloggers to carry on this endeavour.

My nominations will continue on in the same vein as before I will be nominating fellow #BlogBattlers from Rachael Ritchey’s weekly #BlogBattle writing challenge.

My nominees:

https://solveigwerner.wordpress.com/

http://icameforthesoup.com/

https://anniehow.wordpress.com/

Do take part in the challenge if you’d like.

Thanks for stopping by, do drop by again soon.

kk

Marje @ Kyrosmagica xx

 

 

Striking the Motherlode

Reblog of Brando Sanderson’s writing Youtube Seminars from D.Wallace Peach of Myths of the Mirror. These will keep you out of mischief for a very long time!

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Well, I have a gift for you today. NO, it’s not a book. Phew!

A friend of mine shared a link with me, and when I opened it, I gasped. My knees turned to syrup, and I wiped tears of delight from my eyes. I’d struck writing gold.

Brandon Sanderson, the highly successful author of Mistborn and The Way of Kings fame, teaches a master’s level class at BYU for fantasy and science-fiction writers. The class is so popular that only a small number of interested students actually get to enroll. In response to the flood of despair, the entire series of winter lectures were videotaped and are available on YouTube at zero cost.

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You don’t write sci-fi or fantasy, you say.

I will assert, while skipping in circles with excitement, that the ideas he presents are 99% applicable to all fiction writing. He…

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The 3 Day Quote Challenge – Day 1 – Jeannette Winterson

Thank you to Swagata Mukherjee from Kolkata, India who nominated me to take part in the 3 day Quote challenge.

Swagata is a PhD student in Physics who loves to travel and is passionate about photography.

Here’s a link to her blog: https://physicsswagata.wordpress.com/2015/08/07/3-day-quote-challenge-day-33/

I’ve been a bit slow in taking up this particular challenge what with one thing and another. I do hope to finish the challenge on Saturday but if I’m a day or two late I’m sure you’ll forgive me.

Thereafter I’m taking a bit of a blogging break, partly for a holiday, and also to help my mum out (she’s in hospital at the moment undergoing an operation.) So I’ll be donning my Florence Nightingale gloves and doing my daughterly best. I’ve just heard that she’s out of the operating theatre, so my anxiety levels are now back on an even keel. Goodness I’ve been stressed today, my leg was shaking earlier on in the day when I was driving. Somehow this is a million times more stressful than when I went in myself for an operation, that was nothing compared to this, this is my mum, so it’s not surprising that I’ve been worried. I tell you it’s been a strange day,  I could write a massive blog post about it but I might be better to save that for later………..

The 3 Day Quote Challenge has been a great diversion for me as I needed something to take my mind off my mum’s operation.

I’m going to kick start this challenge by celebrating books, where would we be without them? Yes they work wonders, especially on stressful days.

This quote from Jeannette Winterson says it so succinctly, books are a home, a warm inviting home, a special place that only you the reader can imagine.  Each reader has their own individual experience when they open up a book, and that is what makes books so brilliant and magical.

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“Books, for me, are a home. Books don’t make a home – they are one, in the sense that just as you do with a door, you open a book, and you go inside. Inside there is a different kind of time and space. there is warmth there too – a hearth. I sit down with a book and I am warm.”

Jeannette Winterson.

Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal?

Courtesy of Goodreads:

Jeanette Winterson’s bold and revelatory novels have earned her widespread acclaim, establishing her as a major figure in world literature. She has written some of the most admired books of the past few decades, including her internationally best-selling first novel, Oranges Are Not the Only Fruit, the story of a young girl adopted by Pentecostal parents that is now often required reading in contemporary fiction classes.

Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal? is a memoir about a life’s work to find happiness. It’s a book full of stories: about a girl locked out of her home, sitting on the doorstep all night; about a religious zealot disguised as a mother who has two sets of false teeth and a revolver in the dresser, waiting for Armageddon; about growing up in a north England industrial town now changed beyond recognition; about the universe as a cosmic dustbin. It is the story of how a painful past, which Winterson thought she had written over and repainted, rose to haunt her later in life, sending her on a journey into madness and out again, in search of her biological mother. It’s also a book about other people’s literature, one that shows how fiction and poetry can form a string of guiding lights, a life raft that supports us when we are sinking.

Witty, acute, fierce, and celebratory, Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal? is a tough-minded search for belonging–for love, identity, home, and a mother.

 

It sounds good doesn’t it? Haven’t read this yet…..

Oops forgot to add the rules, hastily adding this in now!

Rules for Three-Day Quote Challenge

  • Thank the blogger, who nominated you.
  • Publish 3 quotes on 3 consecutive days in your blog. It can be your own, or from a book, movie or from anyone who inspires you.
  • Nominate 3 more bloggers to carry on this endeavour.

I’ve decided to nominate some bloggers from #BlogBattle Rachael Ritchey’s Weekly writing battle.

My nominations:

http://rachaelritchey.com/

https://darrenscanlon.wordpress.com/

https://phoenixgrey85.wordpress.com/

Feel free to take part in the challenge or not the choice is yours.

Thanks for stopping by today, do leave a comment.

 

I’d love to hear your opinion on Jeannette Winterson’s quote. Oh and if you’ve read the memoir do say, I’d love to hear your thoughts….

kk

Marje @ Kyrosmagica xx

Writer’s Quote Wednesday: Sara Raasch Snow Like Ashes

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Yes, it’s another  Writer’s Quote Wednesday, via my blogging pal Colleen over at SilverThreading. If you’d like to join in the fun here’s the link: http://silverthreading.com/2015/08/12/writers-quote-wednesday-roald-dahl/

The quote I’m going to feature this week is about the shivers, yes, wicked cold, a freezing dose of torture that gets right into your unsuspecting bones and just settles there. I hate the cold, my body just doesn’t like it, not one bit. My skin does this weird puckering thing, it squeezes itself into defensive mode and starts to resemble an orange, (without the bright colour I hasten to add,) yes crinkly peel skin that’s what I have when it’s cold. It’s not a look I’d recommend! On top of that I get chilblains on my feet, oh, and joy of joys last year I even managed to find a few of these beauties appearing on my hands. UGH…!!!!

So when I read this particular passage in Snow Like Ashes, I shivered a lot, can you imagine an orb of eternal winter? Eek,well if that’s on the cards, I’d wish for no long for some of that Winterian blood flowing in my veins! Yes a Winterian blood transfusion that’s what I’d be needing!

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“It’s so cold that foreigners have to wrap in layers of fur to walk from building to building, while our natural Winterian blood keeps us warm even in the worst conditions. And snow is everywhere, always, so much that the grass beneath it is white from lack of sun. An entire kingdom wrapped in an orb of eternal winter.”
― Sara Raasch, Snow Like Ashes      

Here’s the Goodreads synopsis:

 A heartbroken girl. A fierce warrior. A hero in the making.

Sixteen years ago the Kingdom of Winter was conquered and its citizens enslaved, leaving them without magic or a monarch. Now, the Winterians’ only hope for freedom is the eight survivors who managed to escape, and who have been waiting for the opportunity to steal back Winter’s magic and rebuild the kingdom ever since.

Orphaned as an infant during Winter’s defeat, Meira has lived her whole life as a refugee, raised by the Winterians’ general, Sir. Training to be a warrior—and desperately in love with her best friend, and future king, Mather — she would do anything to help her kingdom rise to power again.

So when scouts discover the location of the ancient locket that can restore Winter’s magic, Meira decides to go after it herself. Finally, she’s scaling towers, fighting enemy soldiers, and serving her kingdom just as she’s always dreamed she would. But the mission doesn’t go as planned, and Meira soon finds herself thrust into a world of evil magic and dangerous politics – and ultimately comes to realize that her destiny is not, never has been, her own.

To follow Sara Raasch on Tumblr: http://sararaasch.tumblr.com/

My review of Snow Like Ashes: https://kyrosmagica.wordpress.com/2014/12/30/my-kyrosmagica-review-of-snow-like-ashes-by-sara-raasch/

Thanks for stopping by for Writer’s Quote Wednesday. Hope you liked the quote, and my whingeing about the cold. Sometimes it’s good to have a good old moan, gets it out of your system! Now I feel all hot and toasty!

Do you love or hate the cold? Do leave a comment and let me know.

kk

Marje @ Kyrosmagica xx

#BlogBattle : Week 22: Time

Well it’s time for another Blog Battle, if you haven’t come across Rachael Ritchey’s  Blog Battles here’s your chance to join in this fun community of writers.

This link will take you to her blog battle page: http://rachaelritchey.com/blogbattle/

The rules are:

Week 22 Theme will be Time

Date to Post: Tuesday, August  11th 2015

Rules:

  1. 1000 words max
  2. fictional tale (or true if you really want)
  3. PG (no more than PG-13) Content – let’s keep this family friendly!
  4. Your story must contain the word(s) from the theme and/or be centered around the theme in a way that shows it is clearly related
  5. Go for the entertainment value!
  6. Post your story by Tuesday 11:59 PM PST
  7. Use the hashtag #BlogBattle when tweeting your story, put a link back to your #BlogBattle Short Story in the comments section of this page, and/or include a link to this page in your own blog post (it creates a “ping-back” which will alert me and our friends to your #BlogBattle post)
  8. Have fun!

Time is such a perfect subject for me, as it is one of the central theme’s in my writing.  This particular #BlogBattle is a continuation from the previous #BlogBattle post Eye. If you’d like to read Eye here’s the link: https://atomic-temporary-67364188.wpcomstaging.com/2015/08/04/blog-battle-week-21-writing-theme-eye/

It’s an idea for a New Adult novel, I have had to edit some of the content of this to make it more PG friendly! I don’t want to be banned from #BlogBattle but I reckon the final version (if I get round to it!) could be a bit more steamy – any thoughts?

Time’s A Slippery Devil

Time.

Such a slippery and transient devil, one minute it’s on your side the next it’s beyond you slipping past your reach, laughing at your precociousness. Ryder had been Time’s master, but no more. Now he was alone, with no one to control. No scratch that. He had a girl, a  willing conquest, one solitary soul was his. An easy task lay before him, and what better place to hide than the leafy parkland of the University of Falmer in Brighton? Here he could be a shadow without a name, a person without a recognisable face. No one would remember him unless he wanted them to, he could be as fluid as the breeze in the trees. A nowhere man.

His only current regret was his choice of course, he had fancied himself a philosopher but he saw no benefit in discussing the merits of a grain of sand. The only worthy purpose of a grain of sand was its place within a timepiece, capturing a precious minute so perfectly turning life’s longings upside down. Perhaps studying a touch of  poetry and prose would suit him better? He needed to find some new playmates, his current flatmates were a bore. His midnight wanderings had been purposely noisy but had fallen on deaf ears, his distinctive footsteps had cast him as an outsider in his own flat.

His eyes could read the sky, tell the time of day. He smiled, only minutes remained before he had agreed to meet Bethany. He had enjoyed their last encounter. The reminiscence of the feel of her silky skin against his body caused him to smile. She had smelled so meadow fresh, untouched by someone like him. He remembered the moment when she had surrendered, the bitter-sweet light in her eyes drifting to an inky murky black. It had been a fleeting second, one the ordinary eye would have missed but Ryder had flourished in that moment. Thereafter her eyes had lightened turning just a slightly harder, darker shade than they had been before, with a hint of a tiny crystal  caught in them for all eternity. The tiny crystal light within his own eyes smarted at the thought. He had upset its crystal sensibilities, as he often did. He cast aside that thought, willing the crystal to be within the palm of his hand, a powerful force to command rather than a controlling force imprisoned within his sight. The crystal reverberated, a sharp dagger of pain pierced his eyes and tiny crystal tears shed a pathway down his  sculpted cheekbones.

Blinking back strange tears he walked to the campus shop, his long limbs carrying him there within minutes. The crystal tears abated coming to a jagged halt. Bethany was already waiting. In amongst the throng of students, she seemed overlooked but Ryder found her more striking than she had been before. Her eyes gleamed at him like a cats, she dressed to entice, her short skirt making his eyes linger on the shapeliness of her legs. She carried herself with a new-found confidence and freedom. A dare suggested itself in the curve of her lips, a flicker of danger fluttered in her curved eye lashes, and a gleam of naughtiness escaped from her eyes. A buzz of energy circulated throughout Ryder’s body, making his heart pound with unleashed excitement. He longed to entice her into the privacy of his room, but now was not the time. He sighed. He had more pressing matters to attend to. He would introduce this former bookworm to the delights of his room before long that he was sure of.

The canteen was buzzing with students, lunchtime beckoned and everyone seemed to be eating, chatting and drinking. He gestured towards a table in amongst the throng, it didn’t matter where they sat his privacy would always be assured. He didn’t bother to say hello and neither did she, instead he reached out. This reflexive reaction betrayed his desperate need to touch her. He grasped her hand in his, and turned it over as if he was reading her palm. He planted sweet kisses on it, her eyes flickered and she gasped.

“I see you enjoy my kisses, now that we are more acquainted,” he said breaking the silence.

“I do, it’s almost as if my hand can taste the honey-dew of your lips,” she replied. Ryder saw confusion resting in her eyes, her words had betrayed the veiled privacy of her emotions.

“I couldn’t have said it better myself. It’s an ability you will develop but it takes time.”

“Really? You tease me with such wicked promises.”

‘If it’s a tease then it’s a secret one. I’m afraid I can’t reveal my secrets but you will learn your own in your own sweet time.”

“What a delicious thought, I can’t wait.”

“Be patient Bethany, now’s not the time, you must let your power grow slowly, or else ……. in the meantime, I’d like you to make more friends,” Ryder’s eyes darkened, “We need more friends.”

Bethany shivered, “You make it sound so creepy, what do you mean?”

“There are only two of us, see how nobody notices us? Unless we draw attention to ourselves they overlook us, but if we become many, then imagine what we could do.”

A glint of darkness flickered across Bethany’s face, forming a temporary shadow. She shivered again.

Seeing her shivering Ryder pulled her towards him, lifting her off her seat, until she was sitting on his lap.

She smiled, a purring sound escaped from the back of her throat. He stroked her long brown hair.

“It’s fresher’s week, sweet kitten,” he said.

“No it’s not, we’ve already had fresher’s week,” she replied.

“I wasn’t in the mood for it then, but I am now.” His eyes darkened, “So now it’s time for fresher’s week.”

She nodded. “But why?”

“I want to make friends, don’t you?”

She purred.

© Marjorie Mallon 2015 – aka, Kyrosmagica. All Rights Reserved.

I hope you enjoyed my entry for this weeks #Blog Battle. Do leave a comment I’d love to hear your opinion on my latest piece of writing for the #Blog Battle.

kk

Thank you for stopping by.

Marje @ Kyrosmagica xx

 

Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge # 57

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Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku#PoetryPrompt# Challenge#57 Bust & Must

This week’s prompt words for Ron’s Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge are bust and must.

There are several meanings for the word bust so I thought I’d explore them and have a bit of fun!

The two prompt words brought to mind my piano teacher, God rest her soul. I feel a bit mean about this one,  she was a lovely chatty lady with one very abundant distinguishing feature. But, she was a good sport and an excellent piano teacher so, I trust she wouldn’t mind if I start off with joke to make you smile.

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Piano Teacher

Must navigate around her

Ample bust on keys

Expressions with the word bust in them –

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He bust his sweet ass

To make a forever perch

Love must always last

Oh, and let’s not forget artists mannequins:

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Such a fine red hat

  A mannequin bust display

Must have gold necklace

or:

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Holiday must see

Clear blue skies sand sculpture bust

Amazing delight

Unfortunately the other day I broke my lovely tea caddy, I was a bit upset about this, but I suppose on the bright side it gives me an excuse to buy a new one! Or who knows maybe a magical tea cup?  I need one of these at the moment, my kitchen renovation is still going on, when will it ever end? Magic wand please come to my rescue!

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Bust my china cup

My only magical brew

Must get a new one.

© Marjorie Mallon 2015 – aka, Kyrosmagica. All Rights Reserved.

Here’s the link to Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenges:

https://ronovanwrites.wordpress.com/2015/08/10/ronovanwrites-weekly-haiku-poetry-prompt-challenge-57-bust-must/

Hope you liked this week’s dose of several haiku, I seem to have got a bit carried away, boy this haiku gets a bit addictive!

I’d love to hear from you please don’t be shy do leave a comment.

kk

Marje @ Kyrosmagica xx

Nick and co at the Para-Tri Triathlon

This is so amazing and heart warming, Sue Vincent’s son competed in the UK acquired brain injury forum Para Tri Triathlon. A must see reblog.

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Where do I start? It has been the most amazing, incredible, glorious day. The road through Little Kimble had marked a turning point for my son and we drove through the sleepy village with a red kite watching from its perch in a tree beside the road. Any other day I would have stopped and grabbed the camera… today, though, even the kites would wait.

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We had left in good time, so we had taken a short detour via the route Nick had taken the first day he got the trike… and his first real taste of freedom in six years. A month later and we were on our way to the Paralympic venue of Dorney Lake, just outside Windsor.

Calm before the storm... Calm before the storm…

Once there we headed to the registration tent and I finally got to meet the rest of the team…

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The 777 Challenge: Morag’s Mischief and Mayhem

Thank you so much to Vashti Quiroz-Vega author of The Basement for nominating me to take part in the 777 challenge.

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Author Vashti Quiroz-Vega

What is the 777 Writer’s Challenge?

The author/writer must go to the 7th page of a work-in-progress, go to line 7 on that page and share the following 7 sentences. The writer must also invite 7 other writers to take the same challenge.

It seems simple enough but for a writer, sharing a random piece of work, still in progress, is daunting. However, I accept the challenge and I thank Vashti for thinking of me. ❤

Here’s the link to Vashti’s  awesome blog, do check it out she is super friendly and well worth a follow:  https://vashtiqvega.wordpress.com/2015/08/01/777-writers-challenge-the-fall-of-lilith/

I’ve been nominated to do this before so this time I’ll introduce you to  a snippet from my current WIP, a children’s story about a naughty girl called Morag who likes to get into mischief and ruffles the scales of a toy shop dragon. As this is a fantasy the dragon ends up being much more than just a toy dragon! I have entitled the short snippet Morag’s Mischief and Mayhem, hope you like it!

Morag’s Mischief and Mayhem

Morag’s father looked at her in dismay, ‘Oh, that’s awfully naughty, you’ll be in for it!’

Eilidh smirked, “Mother and grandmother will be very angry.”

“Aye and that’s a fact,” said her father eyeing Morag critically.

Morag shrugged and tossed her hair back. The dragon’s eyes watched her angrily, in fact his eyes seemed to glow a deeper red as Morag walked towards the door. Morag could swear that she heard a muffled cry, and the words, ‘I’ll visit you later.’ Her eyes smarted as if the shop had filled with smoke. This time she sensed that she had gone too far. The spirits of her Chinese ancestors were flaming mad!

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