Blog Hiatus

My apologies in a thousand words and languages,
*makes a little bow*
I don’t usually leave my blog unattended or devoid of posts for so long, my participation in #NaNoWriMo is taking all my writer’s inspiration in a sprint for the finish line. (50,000 words is no joke *wiping imaginary mental sweat*). I will resume blog posts come Dec 1st, hopefully I have the first draft of my novel,
*its been stuck in my head for 4 long years*
It was part of the reason I setup this blog, to help me sharpen my literary skills with numerous writing prompts and challenges.

Thank you for your patience and see you on the 1st of December. *by God’s Infinite grace* 😀

The Reason I Hold A Pen

In my world i’m the superhero and the super villain. I can be as powerful as I wish or as normal so as to blend in on a really stormy day but even in my fantasy world I make mistakes. My short comings still followed me into my dream world, those feisty little green imps. Maybe it’s cause I’m human and will always have shortcomings. I write for so many reasons sometimes it’s to tell myself I can be so much more and I can do anything I make up my mind to do just like my fictional self.
Above all I have a simple saying to sum up all the reasons and moods I write in;

I write to gain clarity of mind ,
To sustain my fountain of youth
Which is imagination.

The topic for Monday on Writing 101 was – Why do you write? My name is Ruby (my online alias) for all intents and purposes and in my mind Dragon riders exist and the world as you know it no longer exists. So tell me why do you write?


Photo courtesy –  https://www.flickr.com/photos/drewcoffman/4815205632

Gambling Gargoyle

Ten quid and all the rotten luck in this world, ends me with the short stick at the devils table. Almost down to my birthday suit losing ghastly at poker to a weathered old gargoyle in my living room.
My luck couldn’t get any worse.
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3 hrs before.
Walking into my little apartment block at the corner of 3rd and 6th street. The sweet sticky smell of the bakery on the ground floor wet my appetite sorely. Luckily my night-time job pay was right at hand, today i cant taste my early morning torment.
Stepped in, open the windows, run water for a bath and cook breakfast. My 15 min routine every morning.
Lady luck steps in right at the end. As my toast popped outta the machine to a little chime. I had a wistful thought. Maybe just maybe, the grey time beaten gargoyle will come in and play a game with me.
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Here we are now. I, almost naked wishing on a game with a mystical creature.
My last draw of the game; an Ace of hearts, king of hearts, Jack of spades, 7 club and 3 spades. Take a gamble for me,did I win or lose?


Inspired by The Blog Propellant: Picture Prompt 20

The Hungry ferris wheel

Run, Run to the old amusement park sally,
        when you enter play and play.
            Ride all around but not the round one.
                One ride that's all she chimed.
                    And around she went 12 times.
                       One more ride, one more ride she said.
                          Now sally's new home goes round and round,
     hungry for another.

Silence of Glyjun

The vast room was dark and quiet, save the repeated hum of machines. Screens and wires tangled with no beginning or end. From the doorway I could see far in, to the extreme right where Holo screens with unknown symbols. My target was the dim glowing tube at the end of the room. Standing 9 feet and wide enough for two human specimens. It held only a tiny figure barely half a man. Traversing the room in silence was tasking, with so many things strewn on the floor I still couldn’t see why they left in a hurry. Even someone’s lunch lay rotting beside one of the many screens.
Finally I draw close to the pale floating figure, its eyes where open staring right at me. Beads of sweat creased my brow as I walked round the tube. I felt his eyes on me even with its back to me. Continue reading “Silence of Glyjun”