She had loved the success, the fame, the shallow popularity, but she tired of the fakery.
She quickly packed the tatty rucksack which had accompanied her around Nepal all those years ago, before she lost herself.
She would make a home in some green haven at the end of the rainbow.
I’m late on this one – Sonya’s Three Line Tales, Week 4
Stories, Prompts, and Musings
My view, tho' somewhat askew...
My Mormon Transgender Second Life
Alternative haven for the Daily Post's mourners!
Where writers gather
Existential Poetry and Short Stories
Passion for writing ignites my soul's momentum
I feel the world and want to help heal the world.
Poems, poets, poetry, writing, poetry challenges
Give A Voice to the Voiceless
Thousands of Prison Inmates Blog about their Lives Inside
poetry, poems, stories, fiction, creative non fiction, essays, anger, angst, sometimes love,
Mental wanderings amongst stardust
I write to figure out what is left
An Old Plumber, An Ex-Carer, An Amateur Poet, Words From The Heart
Experiments in Creative Writing, and more ....
Observations from the loose nut behind the wheel.
Looking for people to share the written word
”Writing is nothing more than a guided dream” -Jorge Luis Borges
exploring nature, life and love
A painting a day, painting, drawing and discussions on art.
Reading + Writing = Devotion
a collection of words about my average, bog-standard life accompanied by some sub-par illustrations that depict selected moments in said life
The Secret of Change Is to Focus All of Your Energy, Not on Fighting the Old, But on Building the New - Socrates
Reflections... Past, Present, and Future
Exploring the spidery corners of a culture and the weird stuff that tourist brochures ignore.
My Beautiful Chaotic Life
Before I forget
An engineered explosion of erroneous exposition.
thoughts scribbled down and shared
Shortness of Breadth
Making it write 
Nice to see you here again 🙂
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I managed to get this one done just before my son turned up. He’s a bit lost becauuse he can’t associate with the ‘friends ‘ he used to see when he was using drugs, and his older friends have all dispersed. Hopefully he’ll make new friends soon…
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That’s one of the hard things. I hope he can find people to connect to who will support him in a healthy lifestyle. Wish him well for me 🙂
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I’ll do that, thanks.
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I don’t care it’s a bit late, I’m just glad you found time to participate. I hope she finds her haven!
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I think she will…
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I like the idea of a green haven at the end of a rainbow- have you got a map to this place, Jane? Let’s go :).
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I think it’s in Sussex, although the place I’m thinking of had a bit of a rat problem a while back, so I’m not sure. I’ll have to get back to you on it.
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I don’t mind the odd rat from afar, but at arms distance only. Do you think they’ll mind 🙂
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No, these rats are happy in the company of humans. They’ll run around your feet, but for some reason they never go into tents.
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Makes me think of The Pied Piper of Hamelin by Robert Browning.
‘Rats!
They fought the dogs and killed the cats,
And bit the babies in the cradles,
And ate the cheeses out of the vats,
And licked the soup from the cooks’ own ladles,
Split open the kegs of salted sprats,
Made nests inside men’s Sunday hats,
And even spoiled the women’s chats,
By drowning their speaking
With shrieking and squeaking
In fifty different sharps and flats.’
That poem had quite and affect on me as a child – the unstoppable rats, the children spirited away, the lame boy who is left behind. A truly eerie idea
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I love that story, and I like the moral. Those townspeople should have been grateful, and paid the Pied Piper as promised.
Russell Brand did a version of the story, and it’s fantastic. The wonderful, ugly illustrations are by Chris Riddell. It’s one of my treasured possessions; a gift from my eldest daughter.
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A moral to us all not to welch on deals. 🙂 Oh, I like Chris Riddell’s illustrations – good isn’t he? My husband bought me a copy of A monster calls by Patrick Ness and the artwork by Jim Kay is similarly beautiful/ugly. BTW, he also bought me Skellig, which I’m in the middle of reading now – very, very good. Thank you for the recommendation 🙂
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I’m so glad you’re enjoying Skellig! I’ll have to put A Monster Calls on my booklist. I know about it, but haven’t read it.
I had a lovely collection of children’s picture books, which I gave to my little nephew when I went to Sussex for the summer a couple of years ago. I particularly regret losing Don’t let the Pigeon Drive the Bus.
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Ha! Sounds like a good one. Joe used to love Aliens Love Underpants, though I can’t remember the plot 🙂
I hope you get to read A Monster Calls – it’s amazing and heartbreaking and kind of hopeful too 🙂
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Great story! 🙂
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Thank you!
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