prompt poetry & prose

1. A stain on the wasteland;

guess you'd call him a
jock, if you were that sort.
a stereotype.
All I know is he was a damned good sportsman,
you name it. He'd give it a shot.

Charlie. Charlie MacPherson.
He was my brother, you know. I wrote that
on the card amongst the flowers left at the park side.
Desolate just like his last snatch of sight around him.

I thought he was popular. He was. I knew
it. But then he was gone. Nineteen years and then,
the end. Ceased to exist one day.

They
killed him.

What kills me is that no one knows who
the hell took him away. Not even me. All they left
was just a stain on the wasteland.


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4. There was something wrong with the colours;

It was all she'd ever known. She realised she was like the Emilia Fox's of this world... just one of many in the family known for a certain sort of profession. No, she thought with a sigh and a smile, there was nothing for it; Alexa Johnson was to be an artist.

It was all she could remember. Her seventh birthday – the year simply all the little girls were inseparable from their Polly Pockets and other such delights. Alexa had opened her presents - “careful, darling!” - bit by bit, slowly peeling the tape away. Her first grown up artist's set. An easel. Canvas. Alexa's heart leapt – her daddy would be so proud of her when she used it.

Now she had been on this earth nineteen years – and four months and thirteen days, if you were the precise sort, and she was indeed, as she'd always known she would be, at an esteemed arts college.

She turned her attention back to her subject and her easel. Alexa didn't think there was much greater joy than being able to capture a person, their personality and the circumstance in which the subject was being drawn. She sighed. Something was wrong this time. She couldn't put her finger on the exact pinpointed aspect that needed to be worked on.

Personality. Check, plenty of that. Perspective. Seemed fine to Alexa.

She brushed a stray piece of hair from her eyes, leaving a light smattering of paint in her finger's wake. She glanced up at the subject once more, biting her lip and then back to her easel again. The colour didn't look... realistic? No, she didn't think that was the word. More... dull and dark. The colours didn't do what they were meant to do in a painting; bring out the subject and provoke imagination.

She knew what she needed to do now, the finish was in sight.

“There was something wrong with the colours,” Alexa thought to herself as she, once again, put her brush to the canvas.


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5. A Boy Wearing Red and Green;

I have a vague recollection, flashes of memory. My mother told me I once had a friend by the name of Timothy. I've seen the photographs but I don't really remember.

I know he moved away. Far away, or so I thought anyway. I was so convinced he had moved to America or Australia or some other place across the world from my garden patio and my blue sandpit. As it turned out, he had only moved to Devon. Still, I guess a child's mind works that way. Exaggerated sizes and distances, you know.

All I do remember, distantly in a flash of colours and pictures, is a boy wearing red and green.

incredible fun :)

Been on work experience at the hospital the past two & a half days. I was in the geriatric ward yesterday which was interesting.

Today I have had a bad headache and a bit of temperature but I've been to my grandparents, to Matalan and to the final morning of work experience. I feel a little better now, which is good.

AND I AM GOING TO SEE HARRY POTTER & THE HBP TOMORROW! Finally, yay.

Monday evening I went for pizza with Ree and Caz and Em, which was brilliant! The waitress who matched us in craziness and humour. Kudos. :D And Martin the monkey. :D

I do indeed love these people -points down- <3

apologies for lack of posts recently!

Grandad-wise, he's not having his operation until mid-August now. Something to do with staff holidays and waiting lists or something.

Been on work experience this week in the doctor's, shadowing nurses, doing admin stuff & the baby clinic too. it's been brilliant & I didn't want to leave Friday!! Got three days in the hospital next week, should be good.

& Ree and Caz are coming Monday, going for pizza with them in the evening after work experience (it is not amusing that I now have to do work experience instead of spending the whole day with them!!).

Upton Blues festival this weekend. We were a) going to sit on my dad's friend's boat for a bit on the river next to it and b) have a BBQ. however, it has rained a lot and the river there is very prone to flooding. so high that there is a mark on one of the riverside pubs' walls to show how high the water came up when it completely wrecked the place two years ago in the July 07 floods. And the BBQ is not happening in the rain. hmm.

Apart from that, not a lot is happening. Summer is here, or the holidays are at least, not sure about the weather! Em and I are going to the Bullring on the 29th (for her birthday on 30th), I'm going to Yorkshire on 30th July to 11th August, then hopefully [eeee!] going to see We Will Rock You in Birmingham at the Hippodrome for my birthday on the 12th! :D

Slight change of plan...

So, apparently my grandad's operation (whatever it will be) is not Friday, it may be next week now because someone of higher priority got his slot. The anaesthetist has still got to see his results anyhow before they get the go ahead.

Torchwood was bloody amazing! Had a Snow Patrol!fest, was very gutted about Zane Lowe not playing the new Muse track, but that just made my night. And I'm sure it will make the nights of the rest of this week also lol! :D

Have a pointless day ahead of me, two lessons and then none from ten past 11 to ten past 3, when I have my most-hated lesson, Chemistry. Ah, at least I have only three more lessons to go and counting.

summer days :)

It is very nearly summer (as in holidays, 7 long stretching weeks of freedom! :P), and this makes me insanely happy.

I have a very nice little (well I say little...) pile of books to read this summer. At the moment, it is 'Three Men In A Boat' by Jerome K Jerome. I was also rereading My Sister's Keeper but then I lent it to my friend when I had halfway through it (we'd just seen the film -sob-), thinking I can get a copy out of the college library. It's been on the shelf there for months on end and the one day I go in there to get it, it's not there anymore! :o not amused really.

& I'd just like to say, muchos hugs to Katie for being a fantastic person & to tell her not to hide away under her duvet because things shall get better and there are good things aussi. Like Muse, hehe. <3 And Snow Patrol too <3

Muse on the radio tonight (hopefully!), University Challenge restarting (yes, I'm an addict :P), and Torchwood's new series starts tonight. And cold pork for dinner, yum. I think things are looking up (yes, I'm trying not to think about Friday).