keiths ramblings

'I wonder what’s buried there,' thought Cliff. 'Haven’t seen Sue for a while...oh no, she's on holiday. Probably someone's pet. People love walking dogs along the canal. Maybe a treasure chest! Argh! Just because I’ve never seen a pirate ship cruise by doesn’t mean they don't. Actually, I did see a barge flying a jolly… Continue reading Friday Fictioneers

    “A horse came into the pub and the landlord said ‘Why the long face?’” We all groaned having heard it a thousand times before. Bob is notorious for recycling old jokes. “Just for that it’s your round,” said Jim. An elderly gentleman sat alone at the next table, staring into his pint. He… Continue reading Sunday Photo Fiction

Sheffield Park in East Sussex draws nature lovers like a magnet in Autumn. I went for a wander around yesterday and took literally hundreds of photos. Here are just a dozen or so to give you a taste of what I enjoyed, and I promise you the colours have not tampered with!      … Continue reading Autumn leaves

. . ‘Are you getting one of those mobile telephone things Nora?’ asked Dora, pointing to a teenager. ‘No I'm not Dora’ shouted Nora. ‘Nor me Nora’ huffed Dora. ‘Youngsters today are attached to them, they never look where they're walking’. ‘I almost got run down by a young mum with a pushchair yesterday  Dora’… Continue reading Friday Fictioneers

. . . There was a cotton factory in our village many years ago. My grandfather worked there. The factory has gone now and the cotton I use comes from China. But the memory is kept alive by the pub which still stands where it has for a couple of hundred years, The Yarnspinner. We… Continue reading FFfAW

Teresa, the Haunted Wordsmith, tagged Fandango to write part 2 of her latest Finish The Story challenge, titled “The Open Road.” Then Fandango tagged me to write part 3! Here’s how Teresa started the story, Fandango continued it and I followed on.     Part one by Teresa It was Spring 1962. Mick, Harry, and… Continue reading FTS – The Open Road, Parts 1-3

. . A pointy pink dress of satin and lace, sparkly leggings and silver shoes. Her arms going this way and that, she struggles with a pair of wings. She picks up her wand, and she’s ready. There are spells to perform, happiness to hand out and wishes to fulfil. Felicia the fairy tip-toes into… Continue reading Sunday Photo Fiction

  . ‘Forgive me questioning your wisdom sire,’ said the Knight, ‘but I am unassured of our readiness for battle’ ‘We need to speak privately husband’ said the Queen. The King's concerned advisors shuffled back and retired. His mind unchanged, the army assembled atop a hill. A thousand pawns stood in nervous anticipation; scores of… Continue reading Friday Fictioneers

    Carrying her few possessions in a backpack, she took a last look at the room in which she’d led her solitary existence. Drawers hung open; the bed stripped. An old grey television, her only companion, sat greyer still on a crate in a corner. A stained curtain hung on two or three hooks… Continue reading Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

‘No, not the Manor’ said young Herbert. ‘It’s scary’. ‘We are supposed to be scary!’ giggled Mary poking him with her witches broomstick. ‘Trick or treat’ the kids yelled hammering on the door. It remained closed. ‘Let's go’ said Rupert. Then suddenly it flew open. ‘Treat?’ shouted a creepy voice. ‘I’ll give you a treat’.… Continue reading Sunday Photo Fiction