3 quotes 3 days day 3 (round 2)

  
The rules:

  1. Thank the person who nominated you.
  2. Post a quote for 3 consecutive days (1 quote for each day)
  3. Nominate 3 new bloggers each day (I’ve done this before so I won’t be nominating anyone but if you’d like to do it then please do!)

Thank you to Story and Somnomancy for nominating me ☺️ you should check out their blog!!

So here’s my quote for day 3:
  

This was tough because it was impossible to pick a favourite daryl quote because they’re all so good! I love him, I love the show, I love this quote, enough said lol 

If you’d like to do this tag then take this as me tagging you! xoxo

3 quotes 3 days day 2 (round 2) 

  
The rules:

  1. Thank the person who nominated you.
  2. Post a quote for 3 consecutive days (1 quote for each day)
  3. Nominate 3 new bloggers each day (I’ve done this before so I won’t be nominating anyone but if you’d like to do it then please do!)

Thank you to Story and Somnomancy for nominating me ☺️ you should check out their blog!!

So here’s my quote for day 2:

  

I love this quote from The Hunger Games; it’s so true!

Count yourself tagged if  you’d like to to do this and I look forward to your quotes 😊xoxo

3 quotes 3 days day 1 (for the 2nd time 😋)

  

The rules:

  1. Thank the person who nominated you.
  2. Post a quote for 3 consecutive days (1 quote for each day)
  3. Nominate 3 new bloggers each day (I’ve done this before so I won’t be nominating anyone but if you’d like to do it then please do!)

Thank you to Story and Somnomancy for nominating me ☺️ you should check out their blog!!

So here’s my quote for day 1:

  

There aren’t many books that I can quote from memory but somehow I can think of many, many Harry Potter quotes and they hold as much magic as they did the very first time I read them…

I tag you if you haven’t done this one yet and I’d love to see your quotes too ☺️xoxo

2 months, 592 followers and an upside down dog…

I’m super excited to announce that after two months of blogging on here I have acquired an overwhelming 592 followers to my lil blog! I just want to take this moment to thank you all for taking the time to read the ramblings of mind and allowing me to read yours! 😍😍

As has become a kind of tradition for me on here with these milestone moments, I’d like to share something new with you from my writing journey! So today I’m going with the opening to the first novella from my Cage of Lies saga and I’d love to know what you think 😊 the novella is called Cut Glass and will be released in a few weeks in line with the release of the second full novel in the series. 

The wind whispered through the trees above Chrissie’s head and she stirred. 

 She rolled onto her back and looked up at the waxy material of the tent roof which flexed against the breeze. Her mom reached for her, entwining her fingers with her own. 

 “It’s just the wind Chrissie, go back to sleep.”

 The tent was hung with shadows, anything could be concealed at the foot of her bed, beyond the material that was so thin. 

 “Will we stop in a town soon?” Chrissie asked, her voice barely more than a whisper. 

 “In a day or two,” her mom replied, her voice laced with fatigue. 

 “I don’t like sleeping in the forest.”

 “Neither do I,” her mom agreed though she knew it was a lie. 

 Her dad’s light snores filled the silence and Chrissie turned to face him on her other side. His chest rose and fell steadily. She studied his silhouette in the darkness. His wiry beard was reduced to a soft blur around his mouth which fluttered as he took another breath. 

 She released her mom’s hand and reached out to touch his face, running her fingers along his nose. 

 “Sleep,” he mumbled. 

 Something moved outside the tent, a shadow rippling across the fabric as it passed them where they lay. 

 “I’m afraid,” Chrissie whispered. 

 “That’s what makes you brave,” he said. 

 “Why?”

 “You can’t be brave if you aren’t afraid. Bravery is standing up to your fears and saying ‘no, you can’t have me.'”

 “What does that mean?” Chrissie breathed. 

 “That you should sleep even though you’re afraid to.” He rolled over and slung his arm across her, pulling her mom into the embrace too. 

 The wind rustled through the trees again and an owl cried as it swooped for its prey. Chrissie cringed against her dad’s chest and closed her eyes firmly. There was nothing to be afraid of. Nothing. 

 She started counting each breath she took as her eyes stayed firmly shut, the darkness pressing in on her. They’d slept in the forest a hundred times before, she’d never liked it but she’d never felt as nervous as she did at that moment. 

 There was a chill in the air. Summer was coming to an end and the nights were getting colder and colder. She pressed her frozen fingers to her dad’s chest, trying to leech some warmth from him. He grumbled something and pulled her closer. 

 The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end, like a primal instinct telling her to run. 

 Chrissie counted to one hundred and opened her eyes again. The moonlight was shining brightly in the clearing which they had chosen for their camp. It was so bright that she could make out shapes through the brown material of their tent. 

 The trees shifted in the breeze again and she watched as the shadows cast by their branches swung back and forth above her head. 

 A branch snapped somewhere outside and Chrissie twisted in her dad’s grip. 

 “There’s something there,” she whispered. 

I hope you liked it ☺️ my dog Ozzy didn’t have much interest so he’s lying upside down…

  
😊 xoxo