Everyday Inspiration – Day 3: One Word Inspiration

I started blogging at WordPress after my holiday to Cornwall and became inspired to become a writer. I then found and undertook the courses offered by Blogging University. I started three courses but got so involved in the daily post and messaging new bloggers and interacting with others that I didn’t complete my courses!

Shame on me I know but I’m back and hoping to get back on it now with the next activity! One word inspiration was chosen from a section of words. Here is mine!



I’m a 15-year-old child behaving like an adult. I shouldn’t do these things, I’m not mature nor old enough to understand the feelings. Is it right I feel exhilarated that I have kissed a man? Do I feel regret that I will never see this man again? He made me feel older than my years. Wanted and I felt needed. He said he was 24. He was just there at the right time when my friend walked off with a guy. I told her not to go but she went anyway. I’m now alone walking in the cold and dark to get a taxi.


Earlier that night …


This guy saw me, standing at the bar waiting to get a drink. He kindly ordered me a Bacardi and Coke. My Mum told me to “Stay safe Darling.” Mum thought I was staying at my friend’s house. She would never let me go to a nightclub. I think back to her words and push them to the back of my mind. Am I safe with this man? I ignore the warnings popping into my mind and start chatting to this guy who says his name is Dave. He seems kind and asks me the normal chit chat, asking where I’m from, where I work and the naive me, trustingly tells him. My mind is telling me to shut up! The feelings of warmth and excitement run through my body as I talk to him. He stands close to my face I can feel his breath on my cheek as he shouts over the music that I’m pretty and I have nice eyes. … I’m not sure about this but I thank him. We try to talk about mundane things as we get to know each other a little. As I look at him, he is quite good looking, he is tall with dark hair and brown eyes. He is very charming and smiles as I answer his questions.


We dance to ‘Jump Around’ My favourite song at the moment where you can let go and shake off all the worries away with the music and just feel free. We dance for a while to other songs including  “Killer, Sweet Child of Mine and Sugar and Spice”. After a while, we go and get another drink but the music is so loud that I can’t hear what he is saying? He smells nice I think to myself … A strong aftershave that smells fresh.
images-16He takes my hand and leads me to the front door to talk outside where it is quieter. I say to him, “I couldn’t really hear what you were saying! It was so loud in there!”  He takes my hand again and walks over the carpark with a smile and leads me to an undercover area where we can’t be seen. My heart is racing as I realise how alone and vulnerable I am with this strange but handsome guy … I tell him it’s dark here and I think we should go back in … This man is an adult … I know this is wrong but curiosity tells me I should just see what he has to say. I ask him what he was saying? He just smiles and leans in to kiss me .. I pull back and say “Wait .. what are you doing?”  He says ‘Kiss me! .. I said kiss me’ I try to relax a little, I was feeling curious to know what it feels like to kiss a man! The only people I’ve kissed are a couple of boys … No experience and far too eager. So, I lean in and kiss him back but I’m consumed by his wide open wet mouth all over me! This is not a nice kiss at all! Not at all what I was imagining. I thought grown ups were considerate, passionate and gentle when they kiss.  It feels like he is going make me gag as he shoves his tongue in my mouth! I pull back! I grab his hand and smile at him to distract what is happening and pull him back toward the nightclub where I felt safer. He follows but I can tell he is angry and frustrated. We go back inside and he says he will be back in a minute. I watch as he walks away. I wait a few minutes but he doesn’t return. I’m relieved as I think of what could have happened but I also feel very grown-up as I remember his kiss. I know that things could have got out of hand and I could have done something I would really regret. It may not have gone the way I wanted or even worse!


images-5Regret or Mistake?

After I look around the club for my friend I realise she must have left as I can’t see her anywhere. I walk around once more and find her talking to her ‘boyfriend’. I tell her I’ve decided to go home. I’m just not really enjoying myself. I walk to the door with a smile on my face but inside I feel I’ve let my Mum down. She would be so disappointed in me.

In the cold of the night, I wander home. To the place where I feel safe. I then think about the past couple of hours and open my mind to the regret I feel. I run things through in my mind as I think what may have happened. What would I have done then? The moment with this man was only a few kisses in the dark. What if he had more in mind. He was an adult after all. I read I the paper last week about a girl who went out and I feel lucky as I realise I had a lucky escape!

Daily Prompt – Ghost



It’s late at night and as I walk along the dark winding road, the darkness envelopes me and I find the temperature drop.

The clouds cover the moon and the atmosphere darkens and envelopes me in a chill.

The road is clear, no traffic or noise. But as I continue my journey to an unknown place the fog comes in and around me. The time it takes for me to reach the end of the road, the fog begins to clear and I see a car parked at a strange angle at the side of the road … a dark figure ahead of me, laying on the floor …

I try to run as I realise the car has crashed and steam comes out the front, the engine still running … as I approach it feels like I’m floating in slow motion to find out the fate of the figure …

As I draw closer I reach the figure, as I look down I realise it is, in fact, a still figure of myself!

I’m a ghost!



Everyday Inspiration Day 2: Write a List


Oh, my word! When I saw my email included the word list I got so damn excited! I was born for lists! I love them! I have lists everywhere! For everything! This task is right up my street! Can you feel the excitement?

We have lists for everything! Shopping lists, Christmas lists, birthday lists, lists of things to do, bucket lists and a list of rules to live by! (Like Mine in the Photo!)

My list of Things I Like!

  1. The aroma of a mocha coffee in the morning.

  2. The sound of music when I’m feeling nostalgic.

  3. Binge watching TV series on Netflix with my Fiancé.

  4. Listening to my children’s laughter when playing.

  5. Caravan weekends away as a family.

  6. Walking my dog in the woods in the early morning sun.

  7. The smell of wood burning in the Chiminea.

  8. Carpool Karaoke on road trips as a family.

  9. Childhood memories of my parents and family.

  10. The sounds of birds first thing in the morning.

  11. The sound of birds first thing in the morning.

  12. Someone playing with my hair.

  13. The smell of old books.

  14. The smell of a baby’s newborn skin.

  15. Seeing a blanket of untouched snow.

  16. Taking photographs with my Nokia camera.

Everyday Inspiration Day 1: I Write Because …



In the late evening when everyone is in bed, I can switch off my mind to the everyday routine and open my mind to writing and inspirations…

I can open my heart to an open book, with blank pages waiting to be filled. I can express more freely and get out onto the white crisp paper the thoughts that cloud my mind.

I can unload the images of doubt and procrastination and fill the page with the inspiration that is fighting to get out in the open and wait to be read.

The words from a story that my lips have not spoken but stay sealed within my clouded mind. They tell a story unbeknown to friends and family.

The secrets kept within are freed and tension is released with each word as it falls through ink onto paper. Thoughts and secrets are told to people that I do not know because secrets told to people close to me would not want to be heard.

It is a waterfall of emotion, a glass full of liquid tales waiting to be poured. A new way to release the tension built within my soul.

As the words tumble from the mind, a new profound belief is born. I am worthy of being listened to. I can tell a tale of hope and dreams. I may be good at the pen to the paper task of writing and it may become a craft I can perform, create, evolve and succeed.

In time the words will be read and understood and the weight will be lifted … Time will be the book of truth and will be everlasting until earth befalls death and no longer lives on.