Thursday, 26 April 2018

Ghostly Inspirations W is for Waterfall #AtoZChallenge 2018


Welcome to my offering for The A to Z Blogging Challenge 2018
My theme this year is Ghostly Inspirations
a collection of spirits that have been prompted by my encounters with places and times. Some are spooky, some more about atmosphere. I'll be describing each inspiration and the phantom that came to my mind, and then I will share a drabble, which I hope will entertain. :)



Disclaimer: The places and experienced I have used for my inspiration are real, but my ghosts and drabbles are complete fiction, linked to nothing and no-one, alive or dead. When writing about my inspirations, I may have changed names and obfuscated specific details to 'protect the innocent' :).

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W is for Waterfall




Inspiration:
I am scared of water, I never learnt to swim properly as a kid and I fell in a pond when I was 8. However, I love being close to moving water, rivers, lakes, and especially waterfalls. There are a trio of falls in Yorkshire called Aysgarth Falls. You reach them by walking through an atmospheric wood with grass mounds and deep dark groves, and the falls themselves are majestic, violent pulses of raw nature. These pounding rushes of water are my inspiration today.

Ghost:
Laurie hadn’t meant to die, but he had forgotten to respect the water. He’d been showing off to Camilla, his latest young lady, hopping onto stones a little way out in the river. He’d done it lots of times, but this time, he’d failed to note the ferocity of the water after the storms the week before. The water had been too high, the rocks were slippery and he’d skidded off the stone, right into the water. The waterfalls did not forgive such mistakes and when he had come round, he had become part of their rage.
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Too Close

James stood at the edge of the river, the sheer power of the water drowning out the nature behind him. His ears rang with the roar and underneath it, he heard something else - a whisper.

“Closer.”

He stepped closer to the rumbling cascade, the toes of his shoes a hair’s breadth away from the foam. He was so close now, he could feel the power running through the stone up his legs. He looked down at the peat-dark water a little further out.

Something pale moved against the vicious current. James’ pulse skipped. He swallowed. Suddenly afraid, he stepped back.


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Wednesday, 25 April 2018

Ghostly Inspirations V is for Valentine #AtoZChallenge 2018


Welcome to my offering for The A to Z Blogging Challenge 2018
My theme this year is Ghostly Inspirations
a collection of spirits that have been prompted by my encounters with places and times. Some are spooky, some more about atmosphere. I'll be describing each inspiration and the phantom that came to my mind, and then I will share a drabble, which I hope will entertain. :)



Disclaimer: The places and experienced I have used for my inspiration are real, but my ghosts and drabbles are complete fiction, linked to nothing and no-one, alive or dead. When writing about my inspirations, I may have changed names and obfuscated specific details to 'protect the innocent' :).

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V is for Valentine




Inspiration:
Today, I’m not doing a drabble, instead, I’m using a longer story that I wrote for Valentine’s Day this year, a story that is from my new ‘Inspired By…’ series.

The 'Inspired By...' series is a collection of stories where the nugget of an idea came
from an inspiration in real life.

The story is called Phantom Love, and my inspiration is a church yard in a little village in the Kent countryside called Wittersham. When I was a girl, my father was the rector of Wittersham and the primary school I went to was right next to the church yard. There was only an open railing between us and what was a largely wild area. And, in the long grass, there were lots of rather dramatic tombs. One I remember vividly was made up of a large sarcophagus, broken in places and surrounded by brambles and rusty fence.

There was one time when a bunch of us were daring each other to stick our hands in the dark holes made by the breaks in the stonework.

I was never brave enough, but that dare is where the start of this story came from, so I hope you enjoy Ellen and Ben's tale.

Ghost:
When Ben promises to show his cousin, Ellen, a ghost, the pair set in motion a series of events that lead them into a terrifying encounter. Yet, within her fear, Ellen finds a purpose, and it is to find out what Millicent Van Curren, shot by her lover, wants from them.

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Phantom Love (Excerpt)

...The otherworldly humming slipped deep into Ellen’s mind, rooting her to the mattress
with its melancholy undulation. She was sure there would be only one thing worse than
the fear currently swirling in her chest, and that would be if Millicent noticed her, so she
trembled in place, mouth dry, heart hammering, and not knowing what to do as her
visitor slowly formed. It felt like hours of terror as the shadows pulled together out of the
chill atmosphere, suggesting more and more of the young woman in a high-waisted
gown. She swayed gently, the edges of her form not quite holding against her
movement, as surreal as the not quite heard song, and the complicit baby doll lay
against her breast….


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Tuesday, 24 April 2018

Ghostly Inspirations U is for Unfinished #AtoZChallenge 2018


Welcome to my offering for The A to Z Blogging Challenge 2018
My theme this year is Ghostly Inspirations
a collection of spirits that have been prompted by my encounters with places and times. Some are spooky, some more about atmosphere. I'll be describing each inspiration and the phantom that came to my mind, and then I will share a drabble, which I hope will entertain. :)



Disclaimer: The places and experienced I have used for my inspiration are real, but my ghosts and drabbles are complete fiction, linked to nothing and no-one, alive or dead. When writing about my inspirations, I may have changed names and obfuscated specific details to 'protect the innocent' :).

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U is for Unfinished




Inspiration:
There’s something about houses that are unfinished that makes me uncomfortable. I’ve stayed in a few places that were being done up and all of them left me feeling vulnerable. I’ve slept in rooms where the windows don’t have curtains because they’re being decorated, and at night, I have slept with my back to those windows because their starkness, their view straight out without anything in the way, has given me the creeps.

These places that are being changed, that have yet to be re-domesticated, are my inspiration today.

Ghost:
JJ died as he lived - in the shadows. A thief, a mugger, an attacker, he had no respect for others and enjoyed the freedom of the streets, where he believed in survival of the fittest. Until he met someone meaner than him.


Stabbed and losing blood, JJ fled the bigger thug and ducked into a decrepit London townhouse. He died there, in the dark, broken place, alone and angry.

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Redecorating

Kieran looked round at the stripped walls. Blowing a stray piece of wallpaper from her nose, she smiled. The scrap drifted on a short gust of chill wind. Kieran’s skin prickled. She shook herself and reached for the broom. The tool clattered to the floor just in front of her fingertips.

A snarl sounded beside her ear. Keiran straightened and closed her eyes. Settling, she reached out and found him instantly: cold, nasty, mean.

“I don’t just strip walls, JJ.” she warned.

He growled. Kieran focused. He screeched. He fought, but he didn’t stand a chance. Gone. Kieran smiled again.


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Monday, 23 April 2018

Ghostly Inspirations T is for Terrace #AtoZChallenge 2018


Welcome to my offering for The A to Z Blogging Challenge 2018
My theme this year is Ghostly Inspirations
a collection of spirits that have been prompted by my encounters with places and times. Some are spooky, some more about atmosphere. I'll be describing each inspiration and the phantom that came to my mind, and then I will share a drabble, which I hope will entertain. :)



Disclaimer: The places and experienced I have used for my inspiration are real, but my ghosts and drabbles are complete fiction, linked to nothing and no-one, alive or dead. When writing about my inspirations, I may have changed names and obfuscated specific details to 'protect the innocent' :).

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T is for Terrace




Inspiration:
It’s not always remote, strange, or dramatic locations that generate inspirations of the spooky kind. I have lived in and visited several terraced houses, and anyone who has ever stayed in one of these connected domiciles will know that you share a certain amount of your life with the people on either side. If it’s not hearing your neighbours going up and down the stairs, it’s the thumps and rumbles of furniture being moved, or the odd raised voice as relationships take their natural course.

The question is, how can you tell if what you are hearing from next door is the living, or the dead?

Ghost:
Is there a ghost, or isn’t there?

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Bumps in the Night

They were at it again - the neighbours - up and down the stairs in the middle of the night. Lali rolled over and pulled the duvet over her head. It wasn’t fair she had to have the room that bordered next door. Thump, thump, thump all night.

What the hell were they doing at 3am?

Exhausted, Lali grabbed a pillow and threw it at the adjoining wall.

Glorious silence...

“They were doing it again last night.” Lali complained next morning at breakfast.

“Now I know you’re making it up.” Mother tutted at daughter. “The Joneses are away all week.”

Lali chilled.


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