About Welshdreamer42

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Writer with a Celtic heart

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Eight Minutes, Thirty-two Seconds

Cassie twitched. She jerked to the right and, fingers flexing, clawed the metal-tipped armrests before her hands flopped limply onto her lap. Light infiltrated her closed eyelids; swirls of colour that expanded and deepened, driving away the dense shadows of sleep. Feelings – a jumble of emotions with no apparent source – ebbed and faded, leaving behind disjointed remnants of panic and fear...

Added 02 Jul 2018 | Category Science Fiction | Votes 8 | Avg Score 5 | Views 117 | 8 Comments

Fate

So, I got a diagnosis today. I was told that I have a condition that will, eventually, lead to my demise. My fate, it seems, has been sealed. Set in stone. Really? I’m not so sure. I mean, they’re right, it could be what finally gets me but only if I avoid bad drivers, runaway trains, boating accidents, mad cyclists, parachutes that don’t open, planes that crash land, bits falling off...

Added 09 May 2018 | Category Musings | Votes 14 | Avg Score 4.93 | Views 164 | 12 Comments

Old Dog, New Tricks

  “Ever seen anything like it?” “No. It’s not like mine.” “So you don’t know how to switch it on?” “Not a clue.” “Oh.” George peered at the object in his palm. “No manual,” he shrugged, “just some bits I don’t need.” “They don’t make manuals anymore.” George’s eyes widened. “You’re supposed to press stuff ’til it works. Don’t worry,” Meg patted his arm, “the grandkids will know what...

Added 04 May 2018 | Category Micro Fiction | Votes 13 | Avg Score 5 | Views 173 | 13 Comments

Sweet Camomile Tea

I poured my heart out to you today, spouted reams of passionate nonsense infused with hate, the bitterest ire  and blended with fruitless frustration. I ranted and raved at you today, offloaded old pent-up, smothered fears,  released thoughts brewed in darkest corners, unburdened my stirred-up, troubled mind. I stole your hands and held them today, I squeezed them tight while I said my...

Added 03 May 2018 | Category Poetry | Votes 11 | Avg Score 5 | Views 138 | 11 Comments

Surfing Santas and Sandmen

Catrin ran full tilt, her bare feet kicking up sand. Gleaming in the sunlight, her long auburn hair billowed out behind her like a sheet of flames. Without breaking stride, she glanced over her shoulder, and shrieking, picked up the pace. With the bells on her felt antlers jangling raucously and peals of laughter ringing from her throat, heads turned to look as Catrin smashed headlong into...

Added 21 Dec 2016 | Category Flash Fiction | Votes 12 | Avg Score 5 | Views 452 | 12 Comments

Paper Bag

Breathe in, Breathe out, Slow, Deep Can’t face the world, Can’t bear the helplessness Breathe in, Breathe out How can we cope in such a world? A cruel place, unjust Slow, Deep How did we get here? What have we done? What have we all done? Breath in, Breath out, Let the paper bag calm you And hide your guilty face...

Added 16 Jul 2016 | Category Poetry | Votes 12 | Avg Score 5 | Views 538 | 11 Comments

Typos

Oh, you pesky, scheming Typos, you drive me quite insane, stealing letters and changing words to spoil my work again. I know you pinch my commas and remove a full stop or two, uncross my 't's, un-dot my 'i's , all manner of mischief is you . Inserting words I do not want, deleting those I delight in, you collaborate with Autocorrect to sabotage my writing. Capitals thrown...

Added 02 Jul 2016 | Category Poetry | Votes 17 | Avg Score 5 | Views 698 | 16 Comments

Take Two With Water

“You’re wrong. It’s not a headache. There’s something inside, here.” She tapped her temple. “It's growing.” “Tension headaches can feel like that. Are you stressed?” “No.” “Taking any medication?” “No.” “Well, I can prescribe painkillers. Strong ones.” She shook her head. “There’s something living in my skull. Please believe me.” “Migraines are dreadfully painful and…” His voice...

Added 30 Jun 2016 | Category Micro Fiction | Votes 13 | Avg Score 5 | Views 594 | 11 Comments

Buttercup

I’m not very good at drawing. I can get by, but it’s not exactly my strong point. That being the case, to be able to look back and say, “I won a prize for my artwork,” is quite an achievement. Admittedly, it wasn’t a huge competition that provided me with my moment of glory - “Life Drawing from Nature,” 7 - 10 years category, at the local country fete, to be exact. The prizes on offer...

Added 21 Jun 2016 | Category Memoirs | Votes 13 | Avg Score 4.69 | Views 809 | 12 Comments

Open Your Eyes

It’s that moment when you know you’re being watched; when an invisible hand reaches into your dreams and drags you back to reality. The shock sends your heart racing, the panic intensifying when inner voices whisper, Don’t make a sound, something’s not right . We’ve all experienced that prickling sensation as the hairs on the back of our neck stand to attention while our ears...

Added 26 May 2016 | Category Supernatural | Votes 12 | Avg Score 5 | Views 886 | 10 Comments

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