Confused or What!

Wednesday 29th April 2015

Confused or What!

I have looked so hard,

Tried to see what is there.

But my mind lets me down.

Up and down, everywhere.

The blacks and grey,

All mingle, blend, blur and fuse.

Other people, they look and say,

Those two trees they do not amuse.

Edges looking frosty and dark,

A cold winters morn.

No birds, not even a lark,

Only snow those hills adorn.

Lonely they stand, clouds above,

Blotches of cloud float high.

Here I see no love.

Sadness now, time to sigh.

Maybe I see no snow,

Just grey and white with some black.

Meaning what? I don’t know,

Like I said, I see nothing, vision I lack.

Simplicity it certainly shows,

Again my view, probably wrong.

The picture showing no rows,

Time for guitar, must play a song.

Gerry A/C© March 2015.




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Change of Name.

Sunday 15th March 2015

I have an announcement to make!


I have decided to rename this site, as you can see it is now ‘Sitting on the Porch 2’. It was the name of one of my other sites which was originally brought to life a couple of years ago to post short stories, poetry etc. It started well and the stories were good, mostly with someone sitting on the porch with me and telling me a story which I then re-told on the site. But unfortunately it has not worked out the way I had hoped, I have found it very hard to keep posting and give it the attention I wanted, so hence my decision to delete the site.  But one good thing is that this site can continue with the good intentions I originally intended. So I hereby give notice that “Sitting on the Porch” is no more. The good thing is that this site ‘Writing Hell’ is now titled as above and hopefully will continue with the good stories and poetry my old site used to post. Because I am in the process of revamping this site hopefully I will start posting some original short stories, most of around 1000 – 1200 words. Maybe more in cases as these are purely guidelines.

Sitting on the Porch symbol Gerry A/C 2015


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Mainstreet USA. Highstreet UK

Originally posted on Brocks Music Shed:

Thursday 5th February 2015


Memories oh good ole memories

No words only music…..


Gerry A/c 2015

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SYW – Week 28,

Tuesday 15th July 2014

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Share Your World – 2014 Week 28

Have you ever been a participant in a parade? What did you do?

Answer – Yes, I stood in line with 7 others, standing still for approximately 15 minutes then left. Being told all was okay and I could leave.  I was in an identity parade line up. 

ϖ If you were handed free opera tickets, would you go or sell them? Why?

Answer – I would definitely go, just to prove to myself why I am not a fan of this style of music and dance. I must stress however that I can only like it for its part in the world of art.

Why did you start your blog?


Answer – I must admit I cannot really remember, but I do remember  that blogging was interesting me and I was doing a fair bit of research. My research led me to Plinky first, my first posts were prompts from this. And it was Plinky that led me to WordPress and Blogger. As for why I started I am not sure, but can say have enjoyed the journey.

What is your favorite tradition? (family tradition, church tradition, whatever)

Answer – I do not really have a favourite, I could say Christmas or Easter which probably be the normal thing. Halloween on 31st October and Guy Fawkes on 5th November take my preference for a different reason. Ghostly hauntings that make me laugh, Trick or Treat. Then there is Guy Fawkes, Bon Fire night, fireworks celebration, a British tradition which goes back to 1605 and the plotting of blowing up the House of Lords on the opening of the Houses of Parliament, on 5th November 1605. He was hanged, drawn and quartered on 31st January 1606.

Bonus question:  What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up?

Answer – I can only say the usual at this moment of time. My recent visit to my doctor and getting the results of my what seems like my millionth blood test. All is good and I have now reached my maximum medication that all heart patients are required to take. Having no re-actions to them I am now only to visit my doctor at four monthly intervals rather than every couple of weeks. I will not say ‘given the all clear – tempting fate.  And no more blood tests. The other thing is I done a massive clear out of old dust collecting and space consuming rubbish.

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Write 101 – Day 20. Last One.

Saturday 28th June 2014.

Things We Treasure.

writing-101-june-2014-class-badge-2 Write 101 – Final Day. Tell us the story of your most-prized possession.

It’s the final day of the challenge already?! Let’s make sure we end it with a bang — or, in our case, with some furious collective tapping on our keyboards. For this final assignment, lead us through the history of an object that bears a special meaning to you.

A family heirloom, a flea market find, a childhood memento — all are fair game. What matters is that, through your writing, you breathe life into that object, moving your readers enough to understand its value.

Today’s twist:We extolled the virtues of brevity back on day five, but now, let’s jump to the other side of the spectrum and turn to longform writing. Let’s celebrate the drawn-out, slowly cooked, wide-shot narrative.


Day 20 Things we Treasure.



This story has been recorded in similar forms before and because it suits this challenge perfectly I have decide to do it again.

I was playing my guitar alone, sitting on my bed, strumming away, if I remember right I hadn’t been playing long so would therefore be trying out some new exercises. These exercises would be scales, trying to loosen my fingers followed by chord progressions, and finishing with a couple of newly learnt songs.

Mother appeared at the door and stood listening for a few minutes, then she came in, “Here, I think it is the right time.” she then handed me a violin case.

“This violin has been with me since I was thirteen, and I played it many time in concerts with a small orchestra. I also played it at Southampton Guildhall in 1937 and 38 when I was about your age. I did a solo piece and a duet with a young man I used to know well at the time. His name is Norman Spracklin, unfortunately I believe he was killed in the war. And as you are following my interest in music by playing a guitar I want you to have my instrument and hope you will look after it but please do what you feel. I don’t think it worth in monetary terms, maybe you might learn to play it a little bit.” She took the violin out and handed it to me, and after looking it over and feeling it I gave it back to her, “Can you tune it for me?” I asked.

I then witnessed the most amazing thing ever, even to this day, my mother then proceeded to tune the violin, with no aids, and then played God save the Queen our National anthem. I was so knocked back and impressed I started to embarrass my mother.

“Not bad, it was over thirty years since I played anything on this violin, I am surprised the strings held out. Hang there for a moment I got something else I would like to pass over to you.” she left and returned about ten minutes later and handed me some documents. There were two music certificates and a three woodworking certificates.

“The music ones was for when I played in a competition and won the soloist section and came second in the duet category. I played with my friend Norman, that I have mentioned. He was an excellent violinist, I am sure if he survived the war he would have been famous in an orchestra travelling the world.” she then picked up the woodwork certificates. ” These I was awarded for my skills during the war where I was building gun boats at Bucklers Hard for the war effort. I learnt how to build the frames and interior and it was for these skills that the certificates were given to me. I had some lovely memories from that time, it was there I first met your dad.” She started to look a little emotional, sad maybe.

She started to leave when she turned and said, “I have never told anyone before but Norman very nearly became my husband, if he returned from his war effort,” she paused, “Well never mind he never came back. Anyway, I have had some good moments with the instrument. It is yours to do as you wish, just promise me you will look after it and give it a new home.” she then left and I was sitting on my bed alone with all sorts of thoughts going on in my head. I still have her violin and certificates after 45 years, the instrument is nearly a 100 years old, and I still cannot play it.

Gaa/C© Saturday 28th June 2014.

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Write 101-Day 19

Friday 27th June 2014.

Don’t Stop the Rockin’

writing-101-june-2014-class-badge-2Today is a free writing day. Write at least four-hundred words, and once you start typing, don’t stop. No self-editing, no trash-talking, and no second guessing: just go. Bonus points if you tackle an idea you’ve been playing with but think is too silly to post about.

On this free writing day, remember the words of author Anne Lamott: “I don’t think you have time to waste not writing because you are afraid you won’t be good at it.”

Write 101-Don’t Stop the Rockin’

Day 19

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My car had broken down and I was in need of help. My friend and I was going nowhere unless one or both of us went to seek help. We had been caught out by the weather, the snow was falling hard, this was not in the forecast when we left for our home journey. We both decided to set off and look for help, whether it be a garage or phone to get a garage out to repair my car or the finding of somewhere to stay. With this weather getting worse the finding somewhere to stay was a better idea. We walked a few miles and noticed a sign post pointing to our left telling us of a village, Wolfriding, two miles. I said to my friend that I have never heard of this place, and he said the same, but we must see if there is a hotel or phone hopefully both. The snow was getting heavier and making our walking harder. It was laying on the ground and getting deeper.

We came upon a small log cabin set across the river, a very picturesque cabin, covered in snow, surrounded by a small wooden fence. The small bridge spanning the river leading onto a path that led up to a small gate. We could see lights on in the cabin, we paused and no words needed we both headed for the cabin.

“There is someone in, see these prints.” I said pointing to the markings in the snow leading up to the front door. The odd thing was the prints came from the direction of the woods. I kept this thought to myself, but I expect he thought the same.

I knocked on the door, I could hear noises inside, but no one was opening the door. I knocked the door again, a little louder the second time.

“Why aren’t they opening?” I said but expecting a reply.

Then we both heard a voice from behind, on looking to see who it was, a little girl standing close. “Hello, grandma is a little slow, she is old you see. My name is Red, I don’t know you do I? I must give this stew to gran before it gets cold. Mummy will not be pleased.” she spoke fast and worried. She opened the door and went inside, we both followed, “We was wondering if you had a phone we could use!”

Before we could react a man tried running past us, carrying a holdall, but as he ran through the doorway he slipped on the snow and ended up on his back. I ran after him and after a short tussle I had overpowered him. My friend and I then tied him to a chair.

The little girl found her grandma tied to her bed blindfolded and gagged, she was a little scared but otherwise unharmed.

I made a phone call to the police and to a garage, who would get to my car in a couple of hours. The little girls grandma said we could stay there until it is repaired.

The police arrived shortly and took him away, “Did you see how ugly that guy was, his teeth and ears so large, not being nasty but he certainly looked scary with his wiry dirty hair as well.” I said to my friend.

The little girl came and spoke to us, “I am going home now, grandma has dished up some stew for you both. Thanks, see ya.” hurrying out she pulled her hood over her head as she went.

Gaa/C© “Thursday6th June 2014

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Write 101-Day18

Thursday 26th June 2014

Hone Your Point of View.


 writing-101-june-2014-class-badge-2Write 101 – Day 18. The neighbourhood has seen better days, but Mrs. Pauley has lived there since before anyone can remember. She raised a family of six boys, who’ve all grown up and moved away. Since Mr. Pauley died three months ago, she’d had no income. She’s fallen behind in the rent. The landlord, accompanied by the police, have come to evict Mrs. Pauley from the house she’s lived in for forty years.

Write this story in first person, told by the twelve-year-old sitting on the stoop across the street.

Today’s twist: For those of you who want an extra challenge, think about more than simply writing in first-person point of view  — build this twelve-year-old as a character. Reveal at least one personality quirk, for example, either through spoken dialogue or inner monologue.




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Gaa/C© June 2014

Mother brought me a lemonade while I was watching the events unfolding across the road. She asked me if there was anything exciting going on, “Yeh, those men and the police have turned up at Mrs Pauley’s again. That is three times in three days now.” I said watching the men busying themselves around the house of Mrs Pauley. The police were banging her door, but Mrs Pauley was not opening up to them. I finished my lemonade, and got up and walked over to the men at her door. “Hey mister, what’s going on, why you pestering old Mrs Pauley?”

“Go away boy, none of your business.” said the policeman that was leading the group. There were four policemen and four other men, I don’t know who they were.

“She an old lady, what harm she done anyone?”

“I said go away boy, stay out the way.”

“Can’t do that mister, Mrs Pauley is a friend of mine.” I said and trying to get in their way. They wouldn’t hurt a young kid I was thinking. But I was wrong. The policeman that was telling me get out his way grabbed me by the arm and pushed me away, I fell to the ground, and I rolled about pretending it hurt and that I was in pain.

“Hey kid I will really hurt you if you don’t go away, move on, go getaway.” he shouted at me not believing I was in pain.

Knocking the door of Mrs Pauley’s harder now and another man shouted, “Mrs Pauley, you have to leave, you have been warned and given time to pay up and you have chosen to ignore. So if you don’t let us in we will force entry as soon as the papers arrive from the court.” He pinned a piece of paper on the door.

“You are nothing but bullies, picking on an old lady, big hard men.” I ran and kicked the big policeman on the shin and ran away, and when at a safe distance I stopped and laughed at him. I then ran in to my house and asked my mum what the time is, she told it was just past midday. “They are late.” I said as I ran out into the road again.

The sun was high and I could see the men sweating, they were continuously wiping their foreheads, some looked like they might explode. Red puffy faces, and damp patches under their arm, they all looked rather unwell. I ran back to mum and asked if she could give me a jug of lemonade and some glasses, and after explaining she duly obliged. I needed to disrupt them and give Mrs Pauley a little time.

“Hey, you nasty people do you want some nice ice-cold lemonade?”

They turned and stared at me, tongues hanging, they all came to get a glass of mums best lemonade.

It was when handing their glasses back to me they all came walking down the street, heading towards Mrs Pauley’s house. The whole street had united and came marching to the old ladies help. Mr Bridge leading the way headed straight to the landlord of Mrs Pauley’s house. “We believe you are seeking back rents, and you are showing how cold hearted and selfish you are by wanting to evict an old lady and put her onto the street. She has been loyal to you for many years and this is how you treat her. So we as friends of hers and the community, we have untied and collected the back rent and more. We believe you intended to sell this house once the old lady had been removed, well, you have sold it, to us the community and we are letting Mrs Pauley see out her days.” Mr Bridge slapped a wad of money into the landlords hands and some other papers, I learnt later they were the legal papers of the sale. Everyone applauded and booed at the same time, the landlord no longer walked away to loud chants of ‘good riddance’

The following weeks we the community and myself helped Mrs Pauley redecorate her house, and after I often visited to make sure she was well.

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