Busy mummy who loves to read to my children. Will write about anything
My get up and go, has got up and went; Working 'til I drop. The never ending cycle of living, whenever will it stop. The winds of change blow upon my face, Teasing me with fresh delights.
#Acrostic See...I'd like to say I love you, but I don't Even...
He was her beginning, her natural end; Two hearts entwined, a magical blend. Stars collide, when their lips did meet, An alpha, omega, the circle complete.
#opussweeklychallenge I remember ... yes I do, A fleeting memory of me and you. I was small ... maybe three or four, Laying across your lap, staring down to the floor.
Good morning to you all ....and Happy Mothers Day to the mummies out there. X This week I would like you to try (again) a piece of reflective writing. It can be verse, rhyme or a piece of prose.
#internationalwomensday Repost Can women really have it all. Children, job, and still stand tall. Can we juggle all the balls and keep them in the air.
The nights are getting lighter, The daffodils are saying hello; The grass is getting cut, Soon, it will be winter no more.
#soliloquy #nightdwellers You absorbed me; Occupied my soul like the shadow of death; Like a wave, You absorbed me with your swell; Swallowed me whole, captivating my heart.
* If possible listen to the piece of music called 'I giorni' by Ludovico Einoudi which inspired this. And of course my son.
#sundayrepost. #opussweeklychallenge. Like a sheath it drapes over her skin. Softly reminding him of the delights within. The finest silk,the colour of gold.
"Wow, I didn't see that coming" "What an unexpected ending" This weeks challenge is to write a short tale or poem with a 'TWIST'. If your old enough think, tales of the unexpected.
#nightdwellers I am the voice of darkness I will come to you at night I will be that whisper in your ear When you turn out the light.
#opussdoescomicrelief With Comic Relief on its way on 15th March, I thought a good way to raise money would be to donate every time we post an Opuss on that day or week. Eg.
My rock My anchor My calm amidst the unforeseen storm. My spring My summer My sunlight that keeps me safe and warm. My lover My soulmate My partner, till death do us part. My air My breath You...
Well what can I say, with 22 entries, (Im sorry if I missed anyone) each an utter joy to read, and seriously should all be winners, I'm going to cheat.
#acrostic. As I wait on the empty platform, your. Memory is but a parting ghost upon my lips; an. Ocean between us, yet I cannot forget. Unbeknown, I still look at the clock anew,.
Thank you to @sjw for passing the baton over. Quite a surprise amongst so many wonderful pieces.
I am a smiley jellyfish As wobbly as can be Can you see all my little friends Floating next to me.
#acrostic D.ine with me in t.H.e devils lair; E.at, drink, conver.S.e with me, as I stare. V.anquish the illus.I.ion, see me ... I am the fire; I.'ll consume your L.abryinth of lost desire.
#Opussweeklychallenge Starring Saoirse Ronan as the young eddie12309 One girl, one choice. Trailer: The smoked glass table shatters in two. Fear floods her senses. Footsteps......
#sundayrepost (I've picked this one as it was something totally different for me, I had the name in my head and the rest just flowed.
Hi all Hope your having a lovely Sunday. Has anyone experienced problems with Opuss on their iPad. Recently I've not been able to view my feed only able to read via the "find" function.
Well, what a week for Flynn and Betty. Lets hope they sort themselves out. Good work everyone, I think we all had a good laugh at their limerick expense. Now, lets get serious again, or maybe not.
The suns gone down, No need to fear; Turn off the lights, For disco fever is here. Cheap disco ball, And bubble machine; Bad Bose speakers, And two kids that are keen.
This is my 700th post. (Well I've actually done a lot more) But I've started to slowly delete Those that I really don't score.
#opussweeklychallenge A pretty maiden named Betty Wrapped her legs round Flynn like spaghetti One day they got stuck While having a **** She ended up dripping for days,... it wasn't pretty..
#opussweeklychallenge There once was a lad named Flynn Whose knob had all the girlies in a spin But one fine day When he was having his way He got it wedged right in.
#100things 1. Family - goes without saying why, without their love I'd be lost 2. Good Friends-again, goes without saying, without them, without their support and laughter, life would be very dull.
"Women are not moody, we simply have days when we are not putting up with shit." Unknown author but this is how I feel today. Apologies for any grumbles. X.
#acrostic (D)arling baby girl, perfection at play (I) love you more, and more each day (A) princess cut, full of sparkle and fire (M)ade from love and (O)ne woman's desire (N)atural, flawless, and...
#beginningline #Nightdwellers #acrostic Her heart distorted frantically, in the eerie air; Erratic beats of torture; Laboured, as she was dragged to the princes lair.
Words, words, They have no meaning, Falling from your lips; laying bare the truth, the truth. Where is it... Without feeling.
There once was a lad named Flynn Well it was actually Dan HingaLing He acrostic'd all day Until they took him away Now all he does is sing (aling) X #opussweeklychallenge.
So half terms over, back at work. But it was a super break, despite receiving an email to my personal address from a governor asking for my input on 'non- negotiables'.
Dear Monday, How did you get here so fast. Surely, the weekend was built to last. Hazy, lazy, sunny days, Now seem...so far away. The sun still shines, The blue sky...
Apologies for the delay in posting. I actually forgot when the deadline was. Anyway, well done to those who thought outside of the box.
Juliette took the arm that was offered. Suddenly without sight, all her other natural senses were heightened. Her skin responded to the change in the atmosphere as she was led to another, inner room.
I am you, c an't you se e, just a mi rror image of your pe rsonality Your d arker th an bla ___...
A pretty maiden named Betty Had bits that were rather hairy and sweaty She washed everyday After having her way But she still smelled like a fishy yeti. #opussweeklychallenge.
Top of the morning to ya. Well there was a whole lotta of love through the feed this week. This weeks challenge is to fill the land of Opuss with laughter, in the form of LIMERICKS.
The most important lady in his life, woke with a song, The other hid under the duvet, where she did so love to belong.
Children are the future, This planet is in their hands. Teach them well today, And they will be the better man. Our mistakes, they will learn from; Our achievements they will advance.
#acrostic Drunken Delectable Decadence Experimental Eroticism Explodes Multiple Mating Manifests Insatiable Ideology Implodes Manipulating Materialistic Middle-class Openly Obsessive...
#acorn There are 26 letters in the alphabet The English one that is There are at least 250,000 words in the dictionary And it's growing rapidly that list That doesn't include names, People or...
She studied its contents; let the emerald silk slip languidly between her fingers.
Juliette stood before the vast arched doorway; a simple welcome mat lay beneath her feet, which seemed uncharacteristically out of place for such an historical house.
The black Triumph pulled off the road and idled by the elaborate, wrought iron gates. A low mist, lingered like lost, abandoned souls in the damp night air; listening, waiting, for their native path.
#bookoflove With your candy floss curls And mischievous eyes Cupids bow mouth Shot straight from the skies. Turn old ladies heads Wherever you go A naughty little grin At the simple word no.
I am the Antivalentine, I'll pierce your soul with hate; I'll make you bitter, cold, and wry, With my bow of heartache.
#beginningline #teaser Without considering the consequences, she opened the box, and carefully took out the silver key.
#opussweeklychallenge Oh Valentine oh Valentine Say you'll be mine; Say you'll love me forever Until the end of time.
At last, at last, she's walking on her own, Just let go while I was posting an Opuss on the phone. I'm so excited, I'm over moon. There's gonna be trouble, sometime soon.
If I told you I cared, what would you say. If I told you I lied, would you walk away. Would you leave, with just, your old rucksack. Walk through that door, without, ever looking back.
#opussweeklychallenge My love for you is not coloured scarlet, My love for you is not in the shape of a heart; My love for you is overwhelming, My love for you is tearing me apart.
Thank you to @Irrational_Kimmi for picking my story The Room for the last challenge. Really honoured as there were some great reads.
#fillintheblanks One sunny day Jack decided to walk up the hill with Jill to fetch a pail of water.
#acrostic F eed my Fetish with drawers Full of lace, E ffortlEss silk stockings, and a mask for my facE. T ailormade corseTs and suspenders to maTch, I mmaculate satIn, for an eye I may catch.
Good morning. Roses are red Violets are blue If I could have anyone It would always be you. Thats right, this weeks challenge is to fill Opuss with love, in the form of Valentines Rhymes and Verse.
So here it is, that I am now standing in a darkened room, facing the full horror of what I had become; what I had to do.
Days passed, then weeks, then months. Nothing. No one saw anything, no one had spotted him, no one had noticed anything different on that day.
Jacob vanished without a trace on Saturday 6th June. I saw Niamh's smiling face displayed on my phone, as it vibrated on the glass coffee table.
Woke up this morning, Hadn't a clue where I was, Didn't know if it was the weekend, Or if I needed to go to work. Brain all fuzzy, Eyes full of glue, Took quite some time, for my head to compute.
Niamh was dead. My wife, my, how do they say it, estranged wife, his mother. She lay at the bottom of the stairs; limbs askew on the cold Victorian tiled floor. The perfect Christie chalk outline.
"Where's mommy?" The voice should have been angelic, several octaves higher than the sound that emanated from the child's mouth, my child, my son.
#acrostic #smellyalmostnineyearold P tactically every day I pick my nose C ant hide it from mummy as she always K nows. I try to do it, behind my hand N asal congestion, is like a bogey rubber band.
Good morning all. Well before I announce the winner can I just say this was very very difficult.
The door closed with a creak, and shut behind me. The November nights were drawing in faster, and so were my dreams. My nightmares. My own personal hell. JD was my only friend now, but not tonight.
Many, many, moons ago, I climbed aboard a big blue boat. It sailed gently down the river, It felt good to be afloat.
#acrostic Always look on the bright side of life Be a life long friend Care for those around you Drive carefully, you don't know what's round that bend Eat sensibly, everything's ok in...
Thank you to @leelee 101 for pointing out that the place one had already been done. So....... Once again thank you to @BethyBoo for picking my book entry. Quite unexpected.
#acrostic W indswept, desolate Yorkshire moors, a wild U rchin given a home, loved and cherished by Catherine T il the day his beloved father died H eathcliffe was his one and only name E armarked...
#procrastination #acrostic C ouldn't tell you about the storyline A ll I could see was Daniel Craig's eyes S ex on legs emerging from the sea I n skimpy speedos, the colour of tiffany blue skies N...
Dark Safe Familiar Retreat My bedroom; Bed Safe Secure Cocooned My own private womb. Regress Curl Foetal Warm Just like a child; Block Noise Hidden Sight Just for a little while.
Attention all galactic estate agents (realtors for our transatlantic friends). Planet Earth is for sale.
#flashacrostic E xtraordinarily emotional extraterrestrial, T ouching travellers tale..
#opussweeklychallenge Once upon a time, long long long ago; There was a fairy princess, whose hair was white as snow.
#beginningline As the snow melted, I wept in awe; The purest, most wonderful green of life had remained; Despite everything, despite the terror.
Oh what a super day Oh what a super night Thousands of young voices singing Bringing, joy, hope and light. Och.... I'm too tired to write in rhyme.
I have another addiction, No, not just the Rosie Lee. I'm addicted to subtitled crime drama, French, Danish, Swedish, anything you see.
Now I'm quite an independent woman, No job is too hard to find; I'll drive, fly, walk anywhere, Think with my own overloaded mind.
#acorns. You start each morning with a kiss on her cheek. You talk about her constantly at school during the week. You make her laugh with your silly face.
It's good to help the aged, Those that are struggling in a time of need; Those that can't help themselves, Struggle just to wash, clean and feed.
I wouldn't normally do this, but I received this as an email from my sister in law and wanted to share. These really are beautiful words whether you believe in God or not.
Good morning boys and girls. Now, let me tell you a story. Once upon a time, long, long, ago, there was.....
Bob's dead, I'm not sure what to do; He's my sons gold fish, Should I flush him down the loo.
Whatever happened to bedtime stories. Magical words that transport a child sweetly to the land of nod; Whatever happened to that special time.
You see the thing about written comments Is they don't make a sound There's no inflection in the words No emotion that can be bound You see a written comment Has no intonation in its say It's...
Bonjour mon ami's. This week as I'm feeling as high as a kite after my holiday and have came back to snow, I'd like you to try and write in the style of your favourite movie character.
#trashfiction Warning naughty words Got shit faced, fucked, woke up, then disappeared..
Wow. Some great reflective pieces this week. Thank you, I think we all enjoyed reading them. This week, as I'm flying away today, I'd like you to have a go at FREE VERSE or VERS LIBRE.
#acrostic (best viewed on iPad) the riGht to bear arms brings Only death, power hungry pOliticians will Defend to...
You're amazing You're great You really are the best.
#bestofopuss.
It was January 5th, the picturesque snow from the festive period was beginning to melt, just like her normally cool facade. The air still biting like the guilt in her heart.
Imagine if you will, as these conversations never (or did they) took place, a man who looks as if he doesn't shave, let's call him David, he's Prime Minister and various cabinet ministers lets call...
#acrostic. C hallenge the mind, be artistiC. H armonise your thoughts, never rusH. A rgue heavens possibility, find utopiA. L earn to question, be controversiaL. L avish verse with life, be originaL.
#opussweeklychallenge Dear me Oh what a year this forthcoming one will be; The complicated mix of joy, sadness, jubilation and pain; Tested to your limit; The strength of your inner soul and heart...
Thank you to @sleepydragon for picking my little piece. Really unexpected amongst such wonderful poems.
How sad it is, that top of the day Is a mismatched 'quote' about cutting This is not the only way.
Some great flashes of fiction this week. Good work. This week as its the New Year and a time of reflection I'd like you to write a piece of prose reflecting on the past year.