My Baffling Brain

Celebrate the Small Things is a weekly bloghop now hosted by Lexa Cain . The idea is to post anything you want to celebrate from the last week, no matter how small. This week I'm celebrating:  - It's pay day! I've been waiting for this one since I'm planning to get myself a new laptop, which hopefully means I'll be able to blog a little more.  - Spending time with my mum on my days off.  - Sitting down after a hard day at work with a cup of tea and a book - one of the best feelings ever. 

Celebrate the Small Things is a weekly bloghop now hosted by Lexa Cain . The idea is to post anything you want to celebrate from the last week, no matter how small. This week I'm celebrating: - Pitch Perfect 2! I've been to see it twice now, and I love it. As good as the first one, if not better. - I went for a meal with my boyfriend on Wednesday, which was nice - we don't often have time to go out together, what with work and everything.  - It's a bank holiday on monday, so I get an extra day off next week - I just have to get through the weekend first!

Celebrate the Small Things is a weekly bloghop now hosted by Lexa Cain . The idea is to post anything you want to celebrate from the last week, no matter how small. Sorry it's been so long! I totally failed the A to Z challenge, which was entirely my fault because I didn't write my posts beforehand and then work got really busy and I just lost track of things! Anyway, I'm here now and I'm back in the blogging world, which is great. Here's what I'm celebrating this week: - After today's shift I have a wonderful 9 days off work, which I'm looking forward to very much.  - I just started watching Charmed over the last week, and I love it. It's nice to have a new series to watch, one that I haven't seen about 10 times before like all the rest of my favourite series'.  - I watched the new Avengers movie last week, and I loved it! It wasn't as good as the first, but then that was never going to happen, was it? - Being ...

I'm doing flash fiction for this year's A to Z challenge, hope you enjoy!  I've missed a few letters, but I'm determined to carry on nonetheless! Unrequited I clear my throat. It’s now or never. “Umm, Jasmine?” I call, and my voice breaks. She turns, her perfect blue eyes coming to rest on me, her blonde hair swishing like she’s in a shampoo commercial. “Hi,” she says. “Erm, sorry, I don’t know your name.” “It’s Jeremy,” I say, heat rushing to my face. “I just - I was wondering…” “Yes?” She looks politely bewildered. “Do you want to go out with me, sometime, maybe?” The words come out in such a rush I’m surprised she even understands them. “Oh, I’m sorry, erm, Jeremy. I’m just, pretty busy, what with work and everything…” Her words trail off. “Bye, Jeremy,” she says when I don’t reply. Months of planning, wasted.

I'm doing flash fiction for this year's A to Z challenge, hope you enjoy! Quake It starts off slow; tiny shakes, like someone is thundering up and down the stairs. A picture on the wall slips so it hangs lopsided. The tremors deepen, and the whole house begins to shake. Ornaments fly off shelves, the sound of glass smashing fills the house. We’re at the crescendo now, and it’s like the whole house is alive; furniture moves, doors open and close, cracks begin to form in the ceiling. And then silence. Is it over? No, there are still the aftershocks, though these pale in comparison to the real thing. A couple of surviving trinkets jump from their shelves, crashing onto the floor. Finally all is still, silent. I move through the house carefully, stepping over broken things, making my way back to the bedroom. Still you sleep, soft and warm in bed; no doubt you’ll be annoyed in the morning, when you find out you’ve missed another one.

I'm doing flash fiction for this year's A to Z challenge, hope you enjoy! Poison “I don’t think we should do this anymore.” “What do you mean?” “Us. This. I don’t think we should be together anymore.” She folded her arms and looked down at her feet. “Where is this coming from?” “It’s - nowhere -” “It’s him, isn’t it? What’s he been telling you this time?” “It’s nothing to do with him, it’s entirely my decision.” “Can’t you see he’s poisoned you against me? I can’t believe you’re letting him tear us apart!” “Maybe we were already poisoned. Maybe he just helped me to see it.” She turned and walked away, and didn’t look back.

I'm doing flash fiction for this year's A to Z challenge, hope you enjoy! Necropolis Necropolis. “City of the dead”. A pretty apt name, if you ask me. I wander through the city, taking in the familiar sights and sounds. I don’t make eye contact with any of the others here; we prefer to be alone. I stop in front of one of my favourites; a great stone angel, hands held up to the sky. I’ve always wished I had something like this over my grave; a protector, a guardian. All I’ve got is a tiny stone slab, but I’m lucky to have that. Some of the people here don’t have anything to mark the places where they are buried. I sit next to the angel. It’s up on a hill, so from here I can see the whole cemetery, and everyone in it. A woman walks in the front gate, making her way through the gravestones. She thinks she’s alone, but she’s surrounded. We’re everywhere.