#JusJoJan Daily Prompts – From January 7th, 2018 – January 11th, 2018

The next batch of #JusJoJan prompts:




My Dad left an indelible mark on me. With his kindness and his belief in me and my sister. He thought we could do anything. He told us we were above no one but also below no one. He was one in a million. So kind and sweet. And we miss you each day. You were a wonderful husband to Mum, always understanding of her and loved her for being her like she loved you for being you. You two were chalk and cheese but you were the most beautiful couple. Mum, don’t worry about a thing, he loved you. I know that. He left an indelible mark on us all because he was all warmth, kindness, love and Dublin humour. To this day, I get Dubliners because of you Dad. I know Dubliners aren’t the ‘cocky shits’ people maintain they are often. I see a softness in most of them, the softness you had. I loved you very much Dad. We all did. I’m not religious so I don’t think I’ll see you again but I cherish what we had. And forever I will.


You were an ordinary guy who looked out for, provided for and loved your family. And because of that you were extraordinary.


In response to Ruth’s prompt:




Wedding Night


“Get your pants off!”, Rachel said to Kian.

It was the night of their wedding but it wasn’t like old times. They had already seen what each other had to offer.

Kian was naked in no time and dragged Rachel into the bed. They both tried to set a hot mood but they were so used to this that it was nothing new. Instead, they sat and talked and laughed for the rest of the night. There was plenty of time for sex in the rest of their future together.


In response to pensitivity101’s prompt:




First Job

It was my first job. In a coffeehouse in town. I was delighted to finally be off the dole queue. I found coffee magical for that reason.


In response to Barbara’s prompt:



No Censoring

I never edit myself. Because who edits themselves for me?


In response to Linda’s prompt:



Prom Night


He told me that he liked me.


Oh my heart was dancing. I was filled with a mixture of excitement and a butterflies in stomach feeling. He was the hottest guy in school and for years I had fancied him something rotten. But I thought he wouldn’t have any interest in me because he was straight. But yesterday he had took me to one side, told me that he liked me and asked me to go to prom with him. It was a shock. But a nice shock. It turned more into a lovely surprise to be honest.


So here I was. Dressed up in my prom suit waiting by the bus stop for him. So happy that this was the start of something wonderful. Or could be anyway. Fingers crossed. Toes crossed. All the rest. And then I saw him turn the corner … he looked breathtaking. He held out a hand and Belinda Jacobs took his hand. He passed me with Belinda and his friends. They all laughed together, said I thought I was intelligent but that I really wasn’t when it came to life. The bus arrived and they all headed on laughing away. I ran home and cried my eyes out. It wasn’t even about him anymore. I just felt so humiliated and hurt. And I was scared that I wouldn’t trust again.


In response to Jim Adams’ prompt:















#JusJoJan Daily Prompts – From January 1st, 2018 – January 6th, 2018

I’m way behind on typing up the #JusJoJan prompts. But here’s my first few: 





He was the epitome of sexy. Standing there in his half-open black shirt reading out Henry Crawford’s lines from Mansfield Park. Actually for once made Jane Austen interesting for me. Heck, he made everything interesting for me. Simone, our drama teacher, stops him.

“You need to put more emotion into this Danny. Don’t just say the words.”

I felt it Danny.

Danny begins again. And I fall in love over and over again with him.


For Ritu’s prompt:





Penny had always been the boisterous dog in the kennels. But in the last few years she was getting older and more tired in her legs. Now she watched the younger dogs leaping about and she smiled because it brought back some wonderful memories to her.


For Dan Antion’s Prompt:




Hotel Room



Stephen and Karl passionately kissed in the lift on the way up. Playfully, Karl lead Stephen out of the lift by his tie. To all passers-by, these two were on their way to have sex. But in reality they were both asexual and when they entered the hotel room, the long-time couple lay in bed with pizza holding hands and kissing and cuddling each other more passionately than any allosexual couple probably ever did.


For Rosemary Carlson’s prompt:




He had no memories anymore. Not since they put my husband on that machine following his car accident. So I had to now have memories for us both.

For Cage Dunn’s prompt:




Eco Friendly


Suzanne was a woman on a mission. She had just reformed the Tidy Towns Committee in her town and she and four other old women were now working together to get things done. They had roped their husbands, grown-up children and even their little grandchildren into tidying up the place and making it sparkling. So as the sun shone down, the medium-sized crowd headed by Suzanne made their way to the centre of their estate and began their eco friendly mission. Within seconds they were all laughing and joking and the kids were having lemonade and pretending the junk they found was treasure.


For Linda’s Prompt:








For What Pegman Saw Writing Prompt – Childhood




Usama picked up his football and began to walk to his friend Lely’s. They went to the nearby open space and met their friends Maya and Sayid. Throughout the day the young friends of ten and eleven played football followed by hours of playing make-believe. Maya liked to pretend she was a doctor, Lely turned her hand into the shape of a microphone and pretended to be a singer, Usama would head the ball pretending he was a superstar footballer like Cristiano Ronaldo and Sayid would dance around pretending to be a tap dancer. Together, they would reenact the stories from their books. Tired out, they would sit down and play marbles attempting to knock each other’s marbles out of the way to win points. All around these four children was war and tanks. In these moments, the children were able to enjoy their childhood like the tanks didn’t exist.


In response to the What Pegman Saw writing prompt:


Culture Vulture Express Wins Awesome Blogger Award!

What’s a guilty pleasure of yours?

Reality TV. I grew up watching it from I was about 10 and I watch lots of shows like The X Factor, Big Brother, Strictly Come Dancing, Dancing With The Stars, I’m A Celebrity … Get Me Out Of Here! etc … so yeah, that would be my guilty pleasure.

Last series you found yourself addicted to?

It was the last series’ of X Factor, I’m A Celebrity … Get Me Out Of Here! and Strictly Come Dancing. Now it’s Celebrity Big Brother, Dancing With The Stars in Ireland and Dancing On Ice. It’s the Reality TV seasons at the mo. I do watch other types of show during the year though! 🙂


What is one thing you don’t think you could live without?


My family who I love to bits and would be lost without.


If you could travel to the past, what would be an era you would like to live in?

The 60s or 70s because I love the music from those decades and the clothes and the way freedom was beginning in those times. I would probably have been involved in protests! 🙂

iPhone, Samsung,  Android, or something else?

Probably just a phone and a computer. I’m not technologically savvy outside of that.

First album/CD you remember owning/buying?

The first single I had was Westlife’s version of Uptown Girl which my Dad purchased for me when I was a kid. Soon after the first single I purchased myself was Shakira’s Whenever, Wherever.

What was your day like?

I’ve had the flu so it’s been up and down! But I did win 25 Euros in the bookies so that was good.

If today was your last day, how would you live it?

I’d spend it with my family. And I’d probably spend it not caring too much. I think we all care more than we should about the future and stuff at times and if it was the last day I’d probably not worry about anything.

Out of all 50 states, pick one you would travel to and a reason why you picked it.

California, San Francisco particularly. I think it’s known as a place of freedom and has a lot of history.

Fantasy or Sci-Fi? What would you rather watch/read?

I recently started reading the Damon Snow series and other fantasy books by Olivia Helling. But I also was a huge Torchwood fan when I was younger. But in general my favourite genres are mysteries and romance.


I am nominating the following blogs because I want to show that I appreciate their work but they are under no obligation to accept and/or complete the questions.

My nominees:













  1. What is the latest book you’re reading and are you enjoying it?
  2. Twitter, Facebook, Instagram or Other?
  3. What is your favourite word and why?
  4. Dogs or Cats?
  5. Is there any song that holds any special meaning to you?
  6. What do you feel strongly about?
  7. If you could grant one person in your life one wish, what would it be?
  8. What is your favourite film?
  9. What is your favourite book?
  10. Did you make any New Year’s Resolutions?


Thank you so much to Dazed and Still Dreaming for nominating me for the Awesome Blogger Award. Make sure to check out her amazing blog at the above link. And congratulations everyone! 🙂





Meet Guest Author, Lisa Reynolds…

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Born in 1990 in the smallest county in Ireland, Louth, I was a surprise baby coming almost 21 years after my only sibling, my sister Sharon. But I was always very much loved despite the surprise. And in return I love my parents and sister very much. A lot of people say siblings with a big age difference can’t be close but me and my sister are incredibly close. As a family, me, mum, dad and Shar lived in a small town in Meath called Oldcastle with our dog who was like part of the family Cookie. In 2008, we lost my father after he died suddenly from heart trouble. It was a really terrible time. He was the kindest man you could meet: encouraging to me and my sister, a wonderful caring husband to my mum and someone who also told me and my sister that nothing or no…

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A Wishing Star

Carrot Ranch Literary Community

A Wishing Star by the Rough Writers & Friends @Charli_Mills

No matter where we are in the world, we can look up at our night sky and wish upon a star. A wish might require action to come true, but without the wishing process, we might not know what action to take.

This week, writers turned to wishes, crafting stories destined for the stars.

The following is based on the December 28, 2017 prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about a wishing star.

“Star light, star bright,
The first star I see tonight;
I wish I may, I wish I might,
Have the wish I wish tonight.”


Flash Fiction by Pensitivity

The meteor shower hit the East coast just before midnight.
Many witnessed thousands of ‘shooting stars’, and as such thousands of wishes were made.
The nursery rhyme is based on the first star seen, shooting or not.
Against the darkest velvet of night…

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The Double Standards Of Political Correctness



I have a problem with the term Politically correct. Mainly because it’s always used when somebody shows ordinary decent respect for people from minority groups. But when someone shows the same ordinary decent respect for people from majority groups when does anyone ever say they are being Politically correct for doing so?


This kind of attitude shows to me a deeper problem with certain parts of society. Many seem to take it as a given that people should treat everyone in majority groups with complete respect. Yet see it as debatable whether that same complete respect should be given to people in minority groups. As humans, we’re all equal so the way I see it is that it has to be one way or the other. If I’m being Politically correct for example when I call a transgender woman she then surely I’m being Politically correct when I call a cisgender woman she. But is anyone going to say that I’m Politically correct in the second situation?


Taking myself as an example and various parts of who I am. Many wouldn’t say it was Politically correct for someone to be respectful towards me for being white and cisgender but they would say someone was being Politically correct for being respectful towards me for being female or pansexual. And that leaves you wondering, what does that mean exactly? That minority groups are so unlikable that to show ordinary decent respect would have to be Political correctness? That it couldn’t god forbid, be sincere?


I’m a very big believer in freedom of speech. But I think the way people talk about freedom of speech nowadays is very misleading. Everyone who seems to speak about it seems to parrot the same thing about how freedom of speech is being took away from people who want to have negative opinions about minority groups and I can’t take that argument seriously if they never say they believe in it for people to have negative opinions about majority groups. They say they want debates on whether minority groups live right. When do they ever say let’s have debates on whether majority groups live right? These people to me want freedom of speech and protection all in one go and they don’t seem to want people in minority groups to have either. So while I’m all for freedom of speech I think majority groups should be just as fair game to be spoken about negatively just like everybody else.

Friday Fictioneers Writing Prompt – Big Day

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot



Big Day 


Jennifer watched filled with nerves. It was her first piece for the local art show. There was many different displays in various parts of the rooms used for display. The heads of the show liked her work and had given her a lot of space. She watched the reactions of the people looking at her work from the side and smiled. They seemed to like it and she relaxed. After that she moved off to look at many of the other works and was filled with joy about the whole, creative day.

For once, she didn’t worry about the future.


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For What Pegman Saw Writing Prompt – Just Another Day



Just Another Day


Анастасия knotted her fingers through Гарри’s fingers as they looked out over the coast and the warm blue sky. It was a gorgeous moment of silence among the chaos of their everyday lives. The calmness and stillness ran through both their veins as Анастасия rested her head on Гарри’s shoulder, feeling the gentleness of the skin on his neck on her jaw. It was mundane and there was nothing special about this day – except that they were able to spend more time together at the weekend.


They had both grew up in different sides of Talnakh. They worked in the nickel industry in the week. They were two of many people in Talnakh. Two of many people in the world. Two dots overlooking the coast. But always the most important people in the world to each other and had married three years ago. Life was just beginning for them.


In response to the What Pegman Saw writing prompt: