1st Line Thursday: Writing, reading, photography, and other firsts of February!

Welcome to the first Thursday post of the month! How is everyone? Broken your new years resolutions already? Don’t worry, me too!

Every first Thursday of the month, I’ll post about firsts. The first book I picked up this month, the first picture I took, the first blog article I read, the first short story I wrote last month, and more!

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2018 schedule, and a few tips for staying on track!

Sunday blog posts will always be Sunday Scribbles Writing prompts. Each week I’ll share a short story or poem around the prompt. If you like any of the prompts, feel free to write a story and share the link in the comments of any of my Sunday Scribbles posts.

I also run a hashtag game on Twitter using the same prompts, #sunscribbles, where you can share lines around the weekly prompt.

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Sunday Scribbles Week 47: The Sword in the Stone #sunscribbles

By the time he reached the lake the sun had set. The water rippled in the light of the full moon and stars sparkled above. A small island, reflected in the shimmering water, sat in the centre. Arthur shuddered. This place made him uneasy where wild animals did not.

A fallen tree hung over the lake. It reeked of death, and the rustle of leaves, the lapping of the water against the bank, sung songs of sadness the like of which Arthur had never heard. The lake was haunted with ghosts of the past, and it was even more eerie at night.

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Sunday Scribbles Week 44. The festival of Asteria. #sunscribbles

‘Relics of Earth?’ Arthur asked as they moved past stalls selling asteroid bracelets, coffee mugs and disposable cameras, and came to a stop at another stall.

‘Yup. Replicas of things from Earth before the asteroid hit,’ the stall owner said.

Merlin frowned and picked up a carving of stone henge. ‘The stones are in the wrong place.’

‘I think you’ll find my wares are 100% accurate,’ the stall owner insisted with a glare.

‘No, Merlin’s right,’ Arthur said. ‘I grew up near stone henge, and it doesn’t have a roof.’

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The Pantser Plots: Part 4. Twas the night before NaNoWriMo… Introducing my project #BeautifulBooks

The night before NaNoWriMo is here, and whilst everyone else is posting about Halloween, it’s time for me to introduce my project.

Warning, contains spoilers: The end of BBC’s Merlin. 

Earlier in October I discovered Beautiful People, a monthly link up hosted by Cait @PaperFury and Sky @FurtherUpandFurther. Each month they post 10 questions to answer about your characters. This month the focus is on NaNoWriMo. What better way to introduce my project?

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Sunday Scribbles Week 33: Beware the giant purple space dragon! #sunscribbles

‘It may not have seen us, but it’s seen them,’ Arthur replied. He pointed to three woman and a child, trapped in a building in the dragons line of fire.

‘Dammit!’ Merlin huffed and ran a hand through dark hair as he surveyed the area around him. Apple trees? No. Those took years to grow. He couldn’t set them alight to distract the dragon. ‘Thirty apple trees, lots of rubble, but nothing to play with.’

‘Quit playing games and help them!’ Arthur yelled, as the cornered citizens continued to cower. ‘Before the space dragon eats them!’

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Sunday Scribbles, week 30: Camlann, the fall of Camelot, and the Once and Future King!

‘Maybe…’ Merlin replied. He looked away.

Arthur ducked and caught his worried gaze. ‘Is there something else?’

‘I had a dream. So many people died, Arthur. You…’

‘People die in battle, Merlin. It’s a part of life,’ Arthur interrupted gently. ‘You and I? We’ll live forever. If not in person, than in legend.’

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