The Sister Chapter Three (General Hospital fanfic) now up!

and as usual here’s a sneak peek!

“Hey Mike”

“Oh hey Carly”

Vanity froze. She was here, her sister in the café. Slowly she turned around to see the woman
from the photo Ric gave her. She was even more beautiful in real life. Something about her seemed
to dominate the room.

Then Carly noticed the redhead in the room too and turned to smile at her

“You must be the new waitress I’m Carly Corinthos”

Vanity’s heart felt like it was going to explode, it beat so fast.

“Yes that’s me the new girl. I’m Vanity”


To read the full chapter or if you haven’t read chapter one and two yet click the link below


General Hospital Fanfic The Sister Chapter Two Now Up!

Here’s a sneak peek

“So Vanity what brings you to Port Charles?”

“I’m here to track down my sister. I’ve never met her so I don’t have a clue what she looks like maybe you know her?”

“What’s her name?”

“Caroline but according to my research she seems to go by the name Carly”

Ric coughed as she scotch he sipped at that very moment choked him from the shock of who was she referring to

Check out the rest of Chapter Two

General Hospital Fanfiction Taster

So I have finally got round to writing my first General Hospital fan fiction. Below is a sample of chapter one

Mike gave her another once over. He was sure he could trust her and everyone deserved a chance to prove themselves didn’t they?

“Ok well congratulations then!”

Vanity stood up quickly staring in disbelief, knocking her coffee over from the sudden movement

“Really? Oh I’m so sorry”

Mike laughed

“It’s fine don’t worry just don’t do it when we have customers” he quickly cleaned it up with the cloth hanging over his shoulder

“Thank you so much you have no idea how much this means to me” Vanity spoke rapidly

“Can I ask you one thing? What brings you to Port Charles?” Mike asked the new waitress

“My sister lives here”


Read the first chapter here

My very first Haiku

Trees waiting for autumn
To transform leaves to golden
Read outside transformed

Nanowrimo 2015

Less than a month till the start of Nanowrimo! This year I’m making a real effort. I have a number of ideas to choose something from so I’m better prepared than previous years! Fingers crossed I make it!

50th Post celebration: Story sneak peek

To celebrate getting to my 50th blog post I decided to share a sneak peek of some writing I’ve been doing. It’s still in the rough so please be gentle. As you can see I’m not sure what decade or century to place it. I’m sure that there will be 50 and more posts after this but I’m so happy to have reached this one in a short space of time. I never thought I’d get past the first post!

Feel free to comment and critique

I looked out of my carriage and sighed. New town, new house, new everything. A month ago my parents had been killed in a tram accident and I been sent to live with my guardian. My Dad’s friend Mr Henry Phillips. Henry Phillips is a nice enough man but he had the tendency to bore me to tears with his work at the bank which he liked to talk about to my father on his many visits.

Now I’m destined to spend my days in the country. Not very stimulating for a 19 year old used to city life and the socialising it used to bring. I had promised my best friend Aggie I would write constantly. I could picture it now, Dear ggie did nothing todat.

As the carriage pulled up in front of a large building I was helped out. “Welcome home Amelia” I sighed.

I was greeted by henry Phillips and his wife Dora. “My dear Amelia welcome to our humble abode!” Dora cried and hugged me. Hardly humble judging the size of the place. “Now we’ve organised a little get together so you can meet some of the local people who are our friends and neighbours but first Henry would like to have a discussion with you” “Of course Madam” “Madam is so stern amd formal please call me Dora” “Yes Dora” I smiled. I’m glad they didnt want me to cal them Ma and Pa.

Henry took me to his office where all the furnishings were expensive and plush. “My darling I know you were hesitant about joining us feeling more than capable to take charge of your life being 19 but 21 is the age the law recognises so I hope there is no resentment” “The only resentment I hold is for the man who caused the tram to crash” Henry lowered his head a moment. “Fair enough. Now this is only a brief discussion about finances and your future. Have you any strong feelings on these matters?” I blushed. Father had only just been looking for matches for me and I didnt like any. “I can see this is not going to be a light subject so lets leave it for now so you can join the party”

Once I had quickly changed out of my travelling outfit I was escorted by Henry and Dora into the hall where I was introduced to many of Henry’s banker friends who were just as dull as he was and tearful women who never knew my parents but all had something to say. i’m going to have no tongue left to bite at this rate. But the very last person I was introduced to was different.

“And finally this is John Jasper” I waited to be informed of his job title, relative to someone supposedly important but none of this information was given. I held out my hand and smiled he took my hand and kissed is gently. “Dear God” Henry muttered “Lovely to meet you” I grinned and actually mean it. “Lovely meeting you too” he just about managed to say when I was dragged away from him.

An hour of listening to particular dull groups conversation I turned and saw John Jasper sitting very much away from most people. “And does John Jasper work in banking with you?” I asked. A great deal of choking on drink and whispers ensued. “No he doesnt exactly belong to our group” the dulldrum I’d ask replied “Then many I ask why he is here as neither Henry or Dora remarked on his occupation” “Gatecrashing most likely. He is local. A lot more local than many people would like”

When I had been naturally excluded from their conversation as they gradually realised I didnt know the bankin world intimately I made my way over to John Japser “Hello” He looked up and looked a bit suprised “Umm hello miss” “Please call me Amelia may I sit” “Of course. I’m surprised you’d want to” “Well I can see we have something in common” “What’s that?” “We’re both outsiders” He smiled “Outsider. Yes I guess thats what its called” He had a lovely smile. One that looked not often used. “They thought you gatecrashed” I teased “You wont say anything will you?” teasing me back. We both laughed. “So come on what do you do?” I asked “I used to teach” “Why dont you anymore?” “Cant teach if you have no students” “Maybe you’ve found one” For a moment the idea lingered in the air between us. “Amelia! Amelia! The guests are leaving come and say goodbye!” Dora called “To be continued” I said as we both got up “I cant teach you miss” John Jasper said making his way across the room where the others gathered to say farewell. I dashed across to keep up. I had to know why not. “Why?” “I’m too dangerous. Farewell” He nodded his hat to me and left. “Well who let him in?” “I dont know but mark my words when I find who did I’ll have their guts for garters!” Dora and Henry argued as I watched John Jasper disappear into the night.

As I lay in bed that night I was concocting a way I could gather more information on him but that wasnt half as important as seeing him again.

“Dear Aggie Just as I thought there are some rather dull people out here but tonight I met a gentleman who held my interest. It appears society has excluded him here and I’m determined to find out why”

I smiled as I reread my first correspondence to Aggie. Yes I would give myself this intriguing mystery to stimulate me. Sleep wasn’t a problem as the tiring journey worked its magic for me to sleep.


Until my next update… Happy Reading!!

Why everyone should make new year resolutions

Life is short. There is no easy way to swallow that bitter truth. This came home to me last year when two close relations passed away. What surprised me was the sudden shockingly feeling of emptiness inside myself. I felt as if I have not made a real achievements in life and then the thoughts of is this it for me? Kept bugging me.

Then before I knew it New Year was coming up and I thought I would grab life with both hands and make some new year resolutions that when 2012 came to an end I could look back and hopefully some of this emptiness would subside. As I was keen to know what other people thought of new year resolutions I decided to ask some people but disappointingly kept coming across a brick wall. They all said no and when I asked why it was because they knew they wouldn’t keep them up.

I had in previous years made resolutions and failed to keep them up but the ones I made a year ago I have achieved all three of them!

My resolutions were:

  • Write in my diary everyday
  • Do some bigger sewing projects
  • Complete a piece of writing

Writing my diary I found extremely therapeutic coming to terms with my losses. I had told myself it was ok not to write all the entries on the exact day incase I wasn’t in the mood. If this occurred, which did happen a few times, then I was to write it the next day so I wouldn’t fall too far  behind. I also now have a record of my life I can look back on.

2012 diary

2012 diary

I have always been meaning to make a start on some big projects of cross stitch but I have mostly stuck to card sized ones. This year I had my room redecorated and ended up with empty walls. This forced me to get my needle out and start to fill my walls again. There are three big pictures I have finished this year. That is on top of one full-sized blanket, two lap-sized blankets and a Moses basket blanket.

The complete a piece of writing was the most challenging and I knew that when I settled on achieving it this year. What I had hoped to do was write a whole story but what happened instead was I have started two stories. One of which you can read on my page Devil’s Assassin and the other I’m still typing up. What it did lead me to do is start this blog and I found I was completing a piece of writing every time I wrote a blog post, a diary entry or book review. This one resolution I have found is all to do with matters of perception

So why should everyone make a new year resolution? Granted not all of you reading this will be in same boat I found myself in last year. But if you do make some and you achieve them, the fulfilment you feel is immense and you feel you can do anything.

But how do we get over conditioned response that if we make them we won’t manage it? The key is baby steps. We all have good intentions of getting fit and giving up smoking. There is nothing wrong with these goals but they are ones people mostly give up trying to do as the goal is too big. Instead look upon them in bite size pieces. Look at cutting back by one cigarette a day for the whole year. What we fail to remember is cigarettes are made up of drugs, which never should be attempted to quit by going cold turkey. Getting fit on the other hand is a very vague one to have. Because of this, coming back to my earlier point of matters of perception makes it possible for you to intercept it in many ways. Adding in a regular walk, trying new sports as part of the Olympic legacy or cutting back slightly on chocolate. Hard I know if you got given tons of the addictive food stuff for Christmas!!

So if there was one new year resolution I would suggest. It would be keeping a diary. Have you ever tried to remember what you had for Christmas or Birthday five years ago? Ok so it won’t help with that now, but by keeping one you have a record of your life which your grandchildren would want to read, You never know you could be next Samuel Pepys or Robert Shields. It may even give you an idea for a novel to write. But diaries don’t have to be just pages of writing. You could do a sketch a day if you are artistically inclined.

My new year resolutions for 2013 are:

Not to buy anymore paperbacks. I have a Kindle and I am running out of space for anymore paperbacks. They usually end up at some point cheaper on Kindle anyway so I will be saving some money

Fill one wall of pictures in my room. After doing the three big pictures this year, I am half way to filling my biggest bedroom wall. I know what pictures I want to add in so now I’ve just got to knuckle down and do them

Write my diary everyday. I will be keeping this resolution every year. I have at some points this year looked back to the start to see how far I’ve come in a short space of time. I know I will end up looking at parts of it in 2013 and beyond.

I hope this has inspired at least one person out there. I know I can feel the buzz of possibilities being born from every view this post receives.

Until my next update… Happy New Year!!

I hope I have inspired at least one person with this post.

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