Virginia Creeper

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My posts a few and far between now, here’s a poem I wrote to pass the time though, hope you enjoy.


Virginia Creeper

Pay… Or die.

You stand before your liege and your liege asks of nothing more.

The night wears thin,

Tis armour of yours shall not remain.

Stand in inequality or be thrusts into the reaper’s hands.

Write off your sovereignty or have your bones be carved with fate…

So be it, Virginia comes, comes creeping into your veins


Slave Bones Series Question

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There are two reasons why I’m putting the post up, the first is because I felt like making a poll. Second reason is because I am attempting to write the Slave Bones Series (which I’m writing for Friday Fictioneers) as a novel. As with all my novels I’m trying to finish it so I can enter the publishing world and let my novel go and see if I get results. So without further or do, those who actually read this post, feel free to answer this quick poll.

One Lovely Blog Award :)


 To my pleasant surprise I received a comment from Austere Alacrity on monday, informing me that she had nominated me for the ‘One Lovely Blog Award’. I thank her immensely for this, it is such an honor,and  it inspires me to continue my blogging and writing, which are two of my passions. In the past I have read other posts from bloggers receiving awards and looked upon them, wondering if my blog would one day be as popular or great as theirs. Now I know, although I am I small blog, that others do appreciate my work, and that makes me feel over the moon.


Here are the rules of this award:

1. I need to thank the person who nominated me.

2. Share 7 things about myself that you still may not know

3. Nominate 15 bloggers.

4. Notify the nominees that I have done so.

5. Put the logo of the award on my blog site.

And now here are 7 things that you probably don’t know about me;

1. I play football (soccer, whatever)

2. For someone who loves to write and is apparently good at it, I’m a slow readers.

3.  I used to have a heated passion for music and my guitar, although now I barely find the time to play or even listen to music. 😦

4. I have braces, at the moment they are blue and silver.

5. At school I am in the advanced learners A classes, which means I am a down right nerd (not a bad thing). (And I’m not trying to brag)

6. I frown upon the teenage/college society, even though I am a part of it.

7. Next year I am thinking of taking english, history, geography, media studies, science, and maths (because I have to). When I’m older I am aiming to become a journalist or psychologist

Now you know quite a bit about me, although from my perspective, I think I am quite a complex person. Time to pass the torch on, here are the blogs I have chosen to nominate, although some may have already got it, I don’t know.







Write away

Carol J Forrester

Reading Pleasure

The Forgotten Wife

ABC Of Spirit Talk

The Equiatic Bind

Woman On The Edge Of Reality

Anne Schilde


A New Government System?

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The world seems to be suffering without many of us noticing or caring. Not just environmentally either, it’s quite obvious that many countries are having government difficulties. I may only be starting to notice it now because as I younger child I never really cared. It occurs to me though that disastrous media headlines usually relate to government issues, like recently; Libya, Egypt and Syria have all be revolting against their tyrant leaders. There’s also subtle problem’s occurring in bigger and apparently more prosperous nations like America who have troubles with healthcare and high unemployment. The EU also, seem to be having financial difficulties, or at least countries within the EU like Greece and Spain, there’s more and it’s said it could spread to bigger countries like United Kingdom and France. So if it’s these countries government causing the problem, what is the best government?

Well that depends on many different cases doesn’t it. For example, after the first world war, Germany plunged into depression along with many other countries. Unlike other countries though, Germany’s depression was worse as the nation was humiliated after the war, having been declared guilty of the cause of war, ( although it wasn’t). With the strict Versailles settlement in place, it seemed almost impossible for Germany to rise out of the ashes of war. Until Adolf Hitler came to reign, he remarkably pulled Germany from the deep, and although his actions of anti-Semitism and war were unspeakably horrible, the did a brilliant job of returning Germany to a prosperous nation. His government being dictatorship (or tyranny) worked exceptionally well under the circumstances, yet would not work for many countries of the present day.

Depression isn’t the problem in the present day, overpopulation and recession are. Dictatorship would no longer work for countries with threatening large population, as it would be simply be too much to handle for the dictator. Communism sounds very good on paper but has been proved a failure in practise. It could be one of the few solutions for America though. America from my view it like a cake, looks good on the outside, the media and tourism makes it look good, but there’s the unhealthy, high fat content side of it, or the healthcare crisis and high unemployment. To be honest, (I don’t want to offend anyone here) America is in a bit of a muddle, I wouldn’t know how to fix it other than filter out the bad but that’s easier said than done and would it do anything? Then again, the entire world is in a bit of a muck, human’s are stupid, and that’s coming from a humans perspective.

Maybe there should be a cryptarchy, (secret rulership) over the whole world by a group of people. In my opinion the first thing they would need to do is mass genocide on all people bad in society. Criminals. They’re a dead weight, why keep them? That would teach everybody, and stop people from becoming criminals themselves. That’s the first half of my government, the ‘dead weight’ policy. My next policy is similar to the moral; “An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth” except it would work in a rewarding way not as punishment. People would get paid as much as they work, someone works well they get paid well, someone who doesn’t work simply doesn’t get paid. They’re both harsh policies but it would straighten humanity out, in my opinion, for the better.

Nothing is ever declared plausible until it’s actually put to practise though.

Second photo post: Monty!


Lately, I’ve noticed I only have one post in my photography category, and decided I need more. So here’s my second photography post, obviously you’ll noticed I’m not a very good photography, but I enjoy photography and creating captions for my work.

You may, (or may not) have read my poem about my dog, Monty. If you’ve read it you might think it’s a bit (ok maybe a lot) cheesy, and I suppose it is. To follow-up on the poem, I’ve decided to post some of my favourite photos of Monty, (excluding the one’s with me in the photo, sorry, you can’t see my beautiful face.)

So here’s the star of the show.

Taking a Dip

Some say he looks a cross between a dog and a sheep, I think he’s a cross between a dog and an otter, because he loves to swim.

Guard Duty, or King of The Couch?

This was his favourite couch before it disappeared, I can’t actually remember what happened to it. Anyway, the photo would look better without the shoes and helmet, oh well.

Once Upon A Time…..

Hard to believe he was so small…… And fluffy! Wasn’t he just the cutest puppy? *Sniffle*
So that about does it, if you want you can make a story out of these photos, I can read them to Monty as bedtime stories. No one probably will, but oh well, good to give things a shot, what’s the worst that could happen?



Thanks to everyone who’s commented, liked, or just viewed my blog on saturday, got a new record of views in one day; 76. Next subject now, for homework over the holidays I have to write a maximum of 200 words, story, the theme is connections. I’ve written 2, and I’d like to see what you guys think is the better one, so here they are.


1.) The chain between them had snapped, Nickel found himself falling into a pit of despair, no safety rope to save him this time. Darkness engulfed Nickel, pulling his breath out of him, strangling him like a python, squeezing every millilitre of life out of him. Tears blinded him, but it didn’t matter, there was nothing to see, nothing but a world filled with melancholy. Nickel felt numb as he fell into depression, nothing mattered anymore, because of that he felt no emotion. Charlie’s line no longer dragged him along, for it was no longer there.

 After the accident, Nickel had been brought back to Earth, there had been a ceremony for him, a great celebration, but he’d been too drunk on depression to go. Now he lay alone in his old room, he ate and drunk, but mostly he slept under a concoction of anti-depressants.

 For once Nickel was awake, he watched dully as the door slid open to reveal a man; Jon.

I have something to show you, Nickel.” Jon whispered, his eyes shining with hope as he stepped aside to make way for another visitor. An emotion flickered inside Nickel, a spark of happiness.



2.) Lambs frolicked mirthfully in lush seas of green, birds chirped harmonies reflecting the beautiful morning. Past the fence, in the young forest, Zia waited, cascades of morning sunlight streaming through the trees. Inside Zia had a turmoil of emotions washing about like a witch’s concoction in a cauldron. Where was Zane? They were supposed to meet here after they’d lit their pyre’s.

 Suddenly the mental link Zia shared with her brother was torn, it had snapped like a rubber band pulled too tight. An accumulation of fear inside her broke free, tumbling through her, Zia’s breath came in short snatches as panic strangled her. The foliage near her rustled tremendously, Zia feared the worst but suddenly Zane crashed through the undergrowth, a mixture of sweat and blood dribbling down his smiling face. Zia ran to her brother’s aid, relief and worry infecting her.

 “I did it sis, but they cut our connection.” Zane whispered painfully, as Zia stroked away the blood, “Am I going to die, Zia?”

 “No little brother, I’ll fix you up.” Zia answered, forcing a trembling smile and pecking Zane delicately on his forehead as he was whisked into unconsciousness.


If you’ve read them both, then comment and say what one you like best, I’d really appreciate it, also constructive criticism is great.

Small But Not Weak

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A miniscule being,

With an excruciating punch.

A demonstration,

That the smallest,

Are not the weakest.


What brought the lion down?

A tiny thistle.

Buried in the king’s paw,

Caused so much pain,

and only an inch tall.


A small buzzy bee,

Looks as harmless as can be.

When it sights danger,

It rears its behind in protest,

And strikes in defence.


Haven’t posted for a few days because I’ve been away from my blog for easter. There’s a reason why I’m posting this poem, it’s because I was stung by a bloody bee today. This poem was written because of that bee, which caused my hand to swell up like a balloon. Mum insisted on taking me to the doctor, (I didn’t think it was necessary) we were there for 2 hours until we left. I left with some anti-inflammation pills and a sling, (which I can’t be bothered wearing.) So that’s my rant for the month, hope you enjoyed my poem.

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