Wordbohemia September Challenge Day 5

Day 5 of the September Challenge.

Here’s the prompt…

Day 5

Image © David Vale

and my take…

Just a Whisper

Monks lived here once upon a time. I’m told that if I listen carefully on a stormy night, I might hear their chants, their prayers. Prayers for love and understanding. Prayers for mankind, for life itself.

Did anyone listen? Was there anyone? Did they answer?

Did the monks come to the same conclusion I came to? That there’s no one there. No one to answer, guide or give hope. Is that why they left? They haven’t completely gone, they left an imprint here, I can sense them. I feel welcomed. I feel joy and love but… but what?

Something else…

Sadness, tears, despair. I want to cry. I feel fear. Not fear of the ghosts they left behind but fear of the sad memories that have soaked into these walls. I sense a burden, a realisation that all hope is lost… unless…

Is that why they left? One at a time until there were none.



Was that just the wind?

Or was it a whisper?

I just need a whisper.

Just a whisper.

All Text Copyright © 2013 Annie Green ( Trudy Chappell) All Rights Reserved.

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Posted by on September 5, 2013 in Word Bohemia Challenge


Wordbohemia September Challenge Day 4

This one wasn’t too hard, the first couple of lines popped into my head almost straight away. I did struggle with the rest of it though because I’m not feeling too good today. My sympathies to Pige!

Day 4 prompt…
day 4

Image © Cassie Tillett

My take…


Landing on the doorstep at number 22…
poor Pige he’d travelled miles to fine
it’s not a public loo

He tapped the door but no ones home
he wasn’t in the mood
His wings were damp from flying
and his head was aching too

That curry on the dustbin lid was nothing if not hot
his tum was raw his bum was sore
and something moved a lot

He belch a bit and felt quite sick
but nothing he could do
the door was shut and no one’s home at number 22

So he pooped up in the corner
he could smell the vindaloo
his stomach churned, a lesson learned
now he’ll stick with Irish stew.

By Annie Green All Text Copyright © 2013 Annie Green ( Trudy Chappell) All Rights Reserved.

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Posted by on September 4, 2013 in Word Bohemia Challenge


Wordbohemia September Challenge day 3

So today is day 3 of the September challenge and this is the prompt..

Behind Closed Doors….

Some people leave home to go to collage, some to get married, some go to prison and some just die. There are so many things in families that make life what it is, a dream or a crock of shite. The families in this street ain’t no different but in most of ’em all of the above are there, ingredients for a crap filled parenthood, and childhood. I’ve lost count of the families ‘ere who’s perfect (at least as perfect as any other) lives have been turned upside down cos one of um ain’t too well in the head.

Take the Fletcher family, just across the road from me. They live on the 6th floor, so do I, I can see right into their window from my kitchen, and this is typical of, oh I’d say seventy percent of ’em.

Lucy was a sweet child, always had a smile on her face, a kind word to someone less fortunate. At the age of eight her mother committed suicide for reasons known only to her and Lucy took it hard, just like any eight year old would. It didn’t show for ‘while, just mood swings and getting’ inta fight and such. But around twelve years old Lucy began to spiral out of control. She got in with the wrong crowd, whatever that means, and started shopliftin’ and beatin’ on the old folk. She tried it on me once, just the once, the hidin’ I gave her was enough to keep her at bay. I often wonder why she didn’t tell her pa what I did but she didn’t.

Wasn’t long before she got into drugs and got herself arrested and that was the end of sweet little Lucy, a demon took her place. The worst of it was she got her little sister involved in the drugs too but the sister died from an overdose and Lucy went to prison for it.

The only good thing to come outta that family is Roy. Roy is the eldest, he started collage last fall, trainin’ to be a doctor, or so I’m told. And the old man? Well dun near drunk ‘imself to death just last week. They saved him o’ course but one day he won’t be so lucky.
Yup! This neighbourhood ain’t no different to no other, ‘cept I can see it all from my winda and it darn near breaks my heart.

By Annie Green All Text Copyright © 2013 Annie Green ( Trudy Chappell) All Rights Reserved.

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Posted by on September 3, 2013 in Word Bohemia Challenge


September Challenge Day 2

It’s the second day of the Wordbohemia September challenge. Here is the photo prompt…

four men pic 2

© Cassie Tillet

and my offering (;/)…

Shark Food…

‘Well at least there;s more room on the bench now.’ Ted mused.

‘Yes there is.’ Sid grinned.

‘No more arguing about who sits in the middle.’ Eddie looked a bit sad.

‘Oi! Cheer up, it’s too late for that.’ John snapped.


‘See? Even the dog agrees’.

‘Wonder where he is now?’

‘At the bottom of the bloody sea you silly bugger.’

‘Ay he is that.’

‘Woof, woof.’

‘No! I mean is he in heaven or is he in Hell?’

‘Ohh! Hell I’d say, the nasty old bugger that he was.’

‘Ay he was that.’

‘Woof, woof woof’

‘He always said he’d not go alone, well he did.’

‘Ay, he said that.’
‘And he went first’

‘Said he’d come back and get us.’
‘Bloody old git!’ ‘Who pushed him?’

‘It don’t matter who pushed him, he’s gone, thank God! Miserable sod.’

‘Wasn’t me, I wasn’t close enough’

‘Lets not go there eh? He’s gone and we’re free of ‘im’

‘Grrrr, Woof’

‘The dog agrees again.’

‘Do ya think he’ll come back?’

‘How can he? He’s dead!’

‘Don’t worry Sid, he ain’t coming back, shark food he is now.’


‘What up with that bloody dog?’

‘Dunno, he’s lookin at summut out at sea there.’

‘Them storm clouds I expect.’

‘Ay, best get off then.’

‘Who’s takin the dog?’

‘Not me, I don’t want the bugger!’

‘Take him down the shelter shall we?’


‘Here comes the thunder’

‘Best get off then’


‘Bloody hell!! Look at that wave, where did that come from?’

‘I dunno but its a big un. RUN!!’


By Annie Green All Text Copyright © 2013 Annie Green ( Trudy Chappell) All Rights Reserved.


Posted by on September 2, 2013 in Uncategorized, Word Bohemia Challenge


Word Bohemia September Challenge Day 1 has set a September Challenge to write a piece of flash fiction or a poem everyday throughout the month prompted by a each day, and me being me (an idiot!!) decided to give it a bash!! That’s why I’m here after all this time! Please forgive my absence, I’ve been very busy building a business, but that’s for another time, right now it’s on with the challenge…

Wordbohmia September Challenge Day 1…
The prompt…
Picture © David Vale

The flash fiction…

Stolen Seeds
Those beautiful blue, diamond eye’s watched her across the dodgems, twinkling, laughing, beckoning. She didn’t hesitate, he was the one. In his gypsy wagon they made love to the sound of the fairground music, the screams, the shouts, the laughter echoing around them. The words to ‘Sweet Surrender’ brought a smile to her lips as he gently stroked her firm, teased breasts. . She knew he’d forget her tomorrow, but that was ok, she’d got what she came for, the seed was planted. She had chosen well and he had surrendered with unwitting dignity. She bounded from the fairground and found Roberta waiting beyond the gates, her pale blue diamond eyes glinting in the evening light.
‘Did you do it?’
‘Yes’ she smiled
‘Do you think it worked?’
‘I know it did!’
Roberta cupped her face and gently kissed her lips. Now they’d have everything.
By Annie GreenAll Text Copyright © 2013 Annie Green ( Trudy Chappell) All Rights Reserved.
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Posted by on September 1, 2013 in Uncategorized, Word Bohemia Challenge


Black Shuck a Poem.

Thought I’d post a little poem about Black Shuck. I was researching him for a story and ended up with a poem.

Black Shuck.

Black Shuck skulks under the darkened sky

howling his message to you or I

his hackles a warning of death in the air

the pending mourning for someone you care.

The hairs on your neck bristle up and hold firm

to the blood curdling cry of the demon in fur

Don’t ignore the howl of the red eyed beast

its drooling mouth and pointed teeth

The inky black shadow who lurks in the wood

or under a window in your neighbourhood.

He’s here with a warning that all is not well

he’s deaths darkest messenger, that phantom from hell.

Don’t cover your ears or hide in the nook

there’s no getting away from the message of Black Shuck.

All Text Copyright © 2012 Annie Green ( Trudy Chappell) All Rights Reserved


Posted by on November 14, 2012 in My Poetry


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100 word story for the Ink Pantry challenge

This is my 100 word story for the Ink Pantry competition. I didn’t win but I thought I would post it anyway.

The winners were much better than mine. Well done to them.

Halloween Fun.

The mist covered evening sun sank slowly into the gold and red autumn leaves just in front of Andrea. She felt excited about the evening ahead. This would be her first adventure since she had died. She couldn’t wait to get out there and put the fear of God, or should that be Satan, into the bastards that killed her. Halloween had never appealed to her in life, but she sure as hell was going to make the most of it now she was dead, and for the rest of their long, boring, stupid lives. Now they would pay for it.



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