Keith's ramblings

[...] The Sunday Whirl seems to have dropped off the radar this week, but I have found the words thanks to their [...]

[...] The Sunday Whirl This weeks' words are hallowed, skill, blasts, hunt, stained, shallow, thrill, whack, unfolds, [...]

[...] For The Sunday Whirl. This week's words are demimonde, asylum grey, oranges, candle, grand, rites, reborn, Africa [...]

[...] A few words put together for this weeks The Sunday Whirl. The day was dismal. His mood was dismal. He strolled, head bowed, along the narrow lane [...]

[...] all but one of this weeks Sunday Whirl words. Next week I'll really try to use them all! My friend Rosey and I met at the Five Ashes Inn the other evening. Just a quiet drink, a nibble to eat and a [...]

[...] to ease the pain. Your round John” To read 60 more of Rosey’s adventures in one place go to My Friend Rosey [...]

[...] Written for Sunday Scribblings 2 where the prompt is completely sober. The other day my friend Rosey contacted several of us regarding a summit (her word) she wished to arrange at which she hoped [...]

[...] A little something for this week's Magpie Tales. My friend Rosey was out shopping the other day. Her mate Helen spotted her and weaved her way between the [...]

[...] the gab. I say she garbles and others recon she needs a gag! That’s our Brenda Bagley! For Sunday Scribblings 2 This week's prompt word is BAG. [...]

[...] I wrote this for the Sunday Scribblings 2  prompt 'from the front pages'. They used to say “Today’s news is tomorrow’s fish and [...]

[...] A short story for Sunday Scribblings 2 Like most little children he would strut around the kitchen wooden spoon in hand, miming [...]

[...] Written for Sunday Scribblings 2 where our prompt is the word Medicine. They say that laughter is the best medicine, but [...]

[...] This is my first visit to Poetry Jam. This week we write poems on the theme of 'Path' She sits and stares Unfocused eyes swimming to [...]

[...] The theme at Poetry Jam this week is Harvest Time. . Fields of swaying oats and barley reduced to brittle stubble as [...]

[...] The theme at the Poetry Jam this week is Clouds Clouds. Playing hide 'n seek with the sun. Now you see it, now you don't, [...]

[...] My contribution to this week's Poetry Jam! [...]

[...] The picture at Magpie Tales this week is Self-portrait by Vivian Maier . Whilst my story is not a reflection of what is in [...]

[...] Written for Magpie Tales with apologies or carving the photo up! When our lives end we simply die. But a caterpillar [...]

[...] This week's picture at Magpie Tales brought back a few memories! Dancing is a funny old business when you think about it isn't it? [...]

[...] A little something for this week's Magpie Tales. My friend Rosey was out shopping the other day. Her mate Helen spotted her and weaved her way [...]

[...] was with my friend Rosey a couple of years ago. I was having a beer with a few friends in the Bicycle Arms when in staggered a clearly distressed and slightly inebriated Rosey. We all gasped when we [...]

[...] 's Three Word Wednesday where the words are Desire, Wilt and Shiver A few of met at the Bicycle Arms the other night at Rosey’s behest. She said she wanted to discuss an idea with us. That [...]

[...] January’. I asked where the meeting was to take place and she told me it would be at the Bicycle Arms, our local pub. I found this choice of venue somewhat ironic considering we were to [...]

[...] ever changing. Some days filled with wrath, others tranquil and calm. Some days the sea is an enigmatic aqua, another as grey as granite. I look toward the horizon and see my life uncharted. What lies [...]

[...] ever changing. Some days filled with wrath, others tranquil and calm. Some days the sea is an enigmatic aqua, another as grey as granite. I look toward the horizon and see my life uncharted. What lies [...]

[...] ever changing. Some days filled with wrath, others tranquil and calm. Some days the sea is an enigmatic aqua, another as grey as granite. I look toward the horizon and see my life uncharted. What lies [...]

[...] all around I hear the sounds of nature. The shingle crackles and grates under my feet, the rhythmic whoosh of the waves fills my ears and the shrieking of a hundred gulls gives a voice to the deserted [...]

[...] around I hear the sounds of nature. The pebbles crackle and grate under my feet, the rhythmic whoosh of the waves fills my ears and the shrieking of swooping gulls gives a voice to the [...]

[...] all around I hear the sounds of nature. The shingle crackles and grates under my feet, the rhythmic whoosh of the waves fills my ears and the shrieking of a hundred gulls gives a voice to the deserted [...]

[...] , one which allows me the freedom I crave whilst lifting me out of myself and cradling me in glorious isolation. The beach is ever changing. Some days filled with wrath, others tranquil and calm. Some [...]

[...] , one which allows me the freedom I crave whilst lifting me out of myself and cradling me in glorious isolation. The beach is ever changing. Some days filled with wrath, others tranquil and calm. Some [...]

[...] , one which allows me the freedom I crave whilst lifting me out of myself and cradling me in glorious isolation. The beach is ever changing. Some days filled with wrath, others tranquil and calm. Some [...]