Writespiration Wednesdays have been around since October 2014. I’ve had hundreds and hundreds of entries, and I’ve read each and every one. It’s been an honour and a privilege to read them, but with the end of the world year nigh, I’ve decided to take a wittle pause to both, reassess my plans for next year, and catch up with some post scheduling, so I’m not living in a state of perpetually chasing my ass.
See, I have this delusion about myself, that I’m super woman, and that I can do everything and all the projects… ALL AT FUCKING ONCE… because who the fuck needs sleep anyway? Just pass me fuck bucket of caffeine, and I’ll beeeee fineeeee! *twitch* *twitch* *heart tremor*
Wrong.
Apparently I didn’t pack my lycra because I couldn’t find my glitter covered super girl cape and the quantity of caffeine I drank landed me an appointment with the cardiac specialist.
Sigh. Let’s move on.
Next year, I have some plans for Writespiration Wednesdays. It will be back, slicker, quicker and even better. I mean, I can’t get to 96 and stop for god sake. Who stops at 96? Everyone likes a round number. It will be back on 4th January next year.
For now, to round off the year, here are your entries from writespiration 96 – Write a Fairytale set here.
If you want to see any of the previous writespirations, have a look here.
First up, Ladylee Manila with a wonderful true story.
I was accepted to have an apprenticeship with BASF Chemical Company, in Ludwigshafen, Germany. It’s the largest production site worldwide and the company’s global headquarters and research centre. I spoke no German, but then, I’ve survived in France and Switzerland without French, so why not? I was convinced I would get by and would learn the language when I was there. I was allocated in the Inorganic Department, producing and analysing some dyes. Herr Raider provided me a name who was also working in the same building, but in a different laboratory. “He’d help you get sorted,” he said. Hence, first thing in the morning, I knocked on Room 602 and a tall English man opened it, some parts of his white shirt still untucked from his trousers. “I am, indeed.” was his answer to my question and that hooked me! “Such an accent,” I thought. He helped me obtain my lab gown and safety goggles that morning and waited for me for lunch every day. “There’s your English man again,” my Laborant would say.
That English man is Him Indoors…and we got married two years after we first met….and we’ve just celebrated our 30 years anniversary this year!
Ritu up next with this twist on Cinders
Candicella – The Party Princess
Candicella looked up. Surely her Prince would arrive soon!
She had been trapped in this woods, where the rave was being held, for the last 2 hours.
Faithfully, she had dressed up in what her Fairy Godmother had assured her were the latest ‘threads’, but looking around her, she realised that old Betty had not quite got it right. She really needed hot pants and a cropped top! The sneakers were a lovely shade of green though.
She sat admiring them, then winced in pain. Trying to join in with the other party animals had been rather more strenuous than she had remembered from her ‘ball-going’ days, and had resulted in a twisted knee.
Hearing a twig crack as someone stepped on it, she turned.
“Oh thank goodness you’re here!”
In all his princely regalia, Prince Dwayne looked rather out of place, but he valiantly stepped up to his regal duty, to rescue the Princess, again.
Scooping her up in his arms, he teetered slightly, but righted himself, and carried Candicella back to the waiting carriage.
“My dear,” he said as he glanced down at her footwear, “I can see why you needed rescuing…glass slippers are much more ‘you!”
Judy aka Edwina’s episodes in next with what has to be my fave ever poem of hers:
Once upon a time in a land far away
A princess grew up knowing that she was gay
Many princes from foreign lands
Had tried impressing her to win her hand
She knew that she was never going to marry
Any Tom, Dick or especially Harry!
She wanted a beautiful woman in her life
One that would make a wonderful wife
But she knew her parents would go mad
If she didn’t wed a handsome lad
They expected her to conform
Into the role for which she was born
She didn’t want to live a lie
And knew that she could not comply
Why did life have to be so tough?
When you couldn’t be with the one you loved
One day she decided to break free
And be the woman she wanted to be
She told her folks all in a letter
And it made her feel so much better
Her secret love met her in the woods
And being free together felt so good
They moved away to pastures new
Where they could live just as they wanted to
Their lives were filled with joy and laughter
And of course they lived..happily ever after!
Next up Allie P – see if you can guess the original tale…
Miranda blinked as her eyes adjusted to the bright lights of the city in the world above. She’d never seen such color. A blaring horn sent her scrambling back into the shadows where her people had lived for generations. Her father would kill her if he knew how far she had strayed. But she couldn’t help linger awhile and soak in the wonders of the world she’d never known.
The ground shook as the sound of yet another horn blared. Lights flashed. Then metal screamed as a monstrous screaming beast of a machine suddenly rose off its railings, landing on the platform below. Smoke filled the room as figures darted around the wrecked. Miranda’s eyes locked on to a broad-shouldered man in particular. Unlike the others, he was running into the wreckage, not out of it.
The man disappeared for several heartbeats only to reemerge with a small child in his arms. The child immediately ran off no sooner than he’d set him or her down. Miranda watched as the man’s body shook. He’s choking on the smoke, she realized. The man had saved that child, but who would save him? She wondered. She looked back into the tunnels toward her home. You just need to help him reach fresh air, that’s all. Decision made, she ran out, supporting the man’s weight with her shoulders. His body went limp, but she felt him still breathing. As she lay him down at the top of the stairs, she couldn’t help lingering for one more moment. He was beautiful. His eyes started to open. Sirens wailed. Miranda jumped back into the shadows. The man hadn’t seen her or at least he should be able forget her. She might never be able to say the same.
Geoff next with a wholly relevant entry
Whiter Fairy Tales?
The usual fairy story has a princess kissing a frog and both living happily ever after; sadly today it seems that the frog can force himself on the princess and still have a shot at being President. Ha! Does that mean the fairy tale is dead?
Wanda next, new to writespiration with this lovely entry:
Looking up at the only glint of sun in the deep forest, she wondered if her prince would ever come. She got up and dusted herself off.
“I don’t need a prince. I can find my way out of this magical forest all by my self,” she declared to no one in particular.
A nearby squirrel overheard her and asked, “Hi, there lovely lady. Are you looking for the way out of the forest?”
“Hummm, yes, but I’ve never talked to a squirrel before,” she replied.
“Well, you’ve never been in a place like this before either,” he said, “Come on, follow me.”
He ran off and she sprinted after him.
That squirrel is fast, she thought. She was nearly out of breath.
Then, she was in the meadow in the bright day light and the forest lay behind her. She was out!
“Oh, thank you, dear little squirrel,” she said between heavy breaths.
The squirrel was nowhere to be seen. She looked this way and that, but nothing, no one.
Then, a deep voice came from behind her, “Well, there you are my lovely princess. I’ve been wondering when I would meet you.”
She turned and there was the most handsome man she handsome man she had ever seen. Now, she was breathless, but for a totally different reason!
Next up, Jane, with a beautiful story I think she should extend
Once upon a time there was a forest, deep and dark, that no one ever entered, not even the king, because it was said to be haunted. One day, the royal hunt chased a deer into the forest. The prince cursed the hounds and had the kennel master thrashed, and turned his horse for home, for he didn’t dare venture beneath the threatening eaves.
In the dark green shadows, the deer slowed to a trot, then a walk, and then she stopped to drink from a stream. She listened to the fading sounds of the hunt, of the prince shouting his anger, the horses whinnying, whips cracking and hounds whining in pain. When she was satisfied the hunt would not follow her, the deer turned back into a girl.
The girl picked a handful of berries and remembered. She remembered her cradle in the castle where her brother’s voice gave her baby nightmares and nobody cared about an unnecessary third princess. She remembered the breath of forest air that lifted her from the cradle, carried her to the forest and brought her up in the ways of the wild things until she was half wild herself.
The deer girl ate her red berries and listened to the murmuring of the trees. Soon, they said, the forest would roll like a slow, green ocean over the castle to drown the cruelty it harboured, and she would run with the trees. Soon, her brother the prince, their parents and all the court would learn the meaning of the stories of the haunted forest.
Last but not least, Charise with her first ever entry
Pink princess, lost in the dark woods of your own mind.
No animals to sing to you or even moonlight to kiss your face, as you despair at the state of your orange jumpsuit, the one that hardly conceals the shy squirrel on your wrist.
Your first tattoo, at aged 15, how you had sat still, defying the tattooist to do his worst.
To hurt you more than life itself; that had birthed you, beat you, raped you and tossed you to the street dogs.
Prince charming? More like Pierced charming. With his long Goth hair, his spiked collar-he was basically begging to be tamed.
So you twirled those pink locks, flicked those mascara-ladened lashes, soon the spell was cast and he was yours.
After closing, in neon-drenched alleyways, he became your first.
The first time you thrilled from the feel of the smooth glass bottle, smashed by someone else’s hand, as he groped at the top, barely clinging to those budding breasts.
The way it resisted, but not too much, as it found its purchase in his neck.
You kissed him, as he lay there dying, but you couldn’t save him. Maybe he wasn’t the right prince after all?
My gran stopped, rather completely, at 96 and she was superwoman… Just saying. But we need the aphorism ‘black don’t crack’ to apply to that shiny little heart of jet of yours so take your break, drink an asteroid’s worth of hot pisswater aka chamomile tea and come back healthy and miserable. You know we love you moody and grumblicious.
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oh wow, picked the wrong age there, sowi ❤ hahahahah Black don't crack!! actually hilarious. Pisswater – ewww and lol, and oh yes, how I do love to be grumpy!
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Just look after yourself Sacha and roll on 4th January.
xxx Huge Hugs xxx
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Thanks my lovely I appreciate it ❤ xx
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Reblogged this on ladyleemanila and commented:
fairy tales 🙂
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Thanks so much for sharing, I hope you come back in the new year when they start up again 😀
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Reblogged this on Anita Dawes & Jaye Marie.
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If and when I ever finish the WIP, I intend to have a break too, as it has gradually dawned on me lately that I cannot keep trying to do everything. I need a workable plan, one that will be kinder to me than I am.
Enjoy your break!
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A break is definitely needed think I can’t see the wood from the trees to be honest, or maybe that’s because it’s winter and maybe I have SADS! But I agree about being kinder to ourselves why do we never do that?
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I have to take steps to change that, as I’m not getting any younger…
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Great stuff from everyone and…Geoff nails it!
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haha doesn’t he always :p
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Take a break from it Sacha and come back leaner and meaner. Especially meaner 🙂
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Let’s hope so 😀 Thanks Jane, just need some breathing space.
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It does tend to take over your life if you let it.
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I know, sigh… my own fault really.
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I imagine we all feel that way.
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You deserve a break. Take it easy on yourself. Enjoy the holiday season.
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Thanks Norah, I’ll feel so much better once I am all scheduled up 😀
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I bet! Don’t schedule too much in though. 🙂
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Lovely stories all, but my fave HAS to be the true one right at the top!
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Ummm do you mean a certain SB’s intro??? *scowls*
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Lol! Actually no… the fairy tale ‘meet your prince in the labs’ story… 😁
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Ah good oh! And yeah that one is CRACKING
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Everyone needs a little break from being way too busy all the time. Enjoy, you deserve it. 🙂
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Thanks Marje, I kind of feel like it’s step backwards but I know in the long run it’s the right thing to do. 😀
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Yes I’m sure it will all be good. 🙂
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I stumbled upon it just recently and could get just one post in. Looking forward to January … I will be married by then 😮
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Congratulations and I look forward to your entries in the new year
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A bunch of great entries, Sacha. Good for you for taking a break to get your glitter figured out and cape mended. Change is good, besides being inevitable. 😀
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Thanks my lovely, I just hate being so behind. Being behind makes my head messy, if I can get some things scheduled way in advance then my head is clearer which means I write more. 😀
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I love your writespirations. They’ve inspired some of my favorite flashes I’ve written to date. Which is, you know, kind of the point of them… Anyhoo. I’m glad it will be back next year but am even more pleased you’re taking a break when you need to. ❤ Don't listen to Geoff. It's not gross. Chamomile tea is good. Especially when it's combined with rose and/or lavender.
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Aww thanks chick – Are you still doing the tweets4blogs? I loved those. I’m glad I’m taking a break too, I can’t bear to drown any longer and I have already started scheduling them for next year so I just need to catch up and I should start to free some head space. 😀 😀
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Head space is good. 🙂
I’m not. I didn’t announce it, though. Sorry. There are WAY too many prompts on there and I didn’t want to get into the mix, quite honestly. I started it for a few tweeps who wanted to do prompts but were a bit shy or just didn’t want to be a part of those larger prompts. I still have some but…eh, we’ll see.
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well I loved it. Sad they aren’t around any more, but I understand I know exactly what its like needing headspace. I am happy to say though, I am sat scheduling the new form of Writespiration ready for next year and I am already nearing the end of march!
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I’m looking forward to them. I need some more prompts. And I’m going to hire you to get me organized!
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hahah, funnily enough you’re not the first person to say that to me! I have actually scheduled EVERY SINGLE prompt for next year! So they are definitely coming back. I will just have to add the entries each week. 😀 Plus you have to play now, we will be expecting an anthology sequel…. JUST SAYING
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I really enjoy your Writespiration Challenges Sacha so shall miss them. I totally understand your need to ease off a bit and get some other things done that you want to accomplish.
I will look forward to seeing it back in January and hope that you are still going to be around! xx
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I really will be back, I’ve started scheduling them already! I just can’t bear to chase my tail all the time, so a couple months break, to catch up and I will be back on track 😀 ❤ ❤
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That’s great to hear. Take care and look forward to your return! xx
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Take a well deserved break babe! We’ll all be here eagerly awaiting your cray prompts from Jan the 4th 😚
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Thanks Ritu it’s amazing what even a short break can do I’ve almost finished scheduling them for the WHOLE year! Already! I’ll just have to add the submissions then 🙂
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Now THAT’S organisation!!!!! 😅
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Aww I’m sorry to hear Writespiration will be taking a hiatus BUT I look forward to the new and improved version next year :D! At the end of the day, the top priority should always be yourself Sacha. Please take care and good luck with everything! Let’s make the rest of this year totally kickass!
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hehe, it is definitely coming back, I’ve scheduled them all up now so no turning back! Thank you for the support, it means a lot. I am determined to get my books finished I JUST HAVE TO PUBLISH! I hope you have a fab rest of the year too 😀 What are you working on at the moment?
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Nothing as exciting as your book, but stay tuned, eh? ^_^ Hope you are having a wonderful end of year too!
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Yep Writespiration is back on Jan 4th 😀 the whole year is scheduled now, but boy am I appreciating the breather! fingers crossed I can get my books finished,
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I’ll miss this series too, but if the last thirty days have been anything to go on, it will be 2017 before I can blink.
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Don’t you know it! this entire year is a blur!
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