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Day 25: Twitching Curtains

Write about ‘What the Neighbors Saw. She peered out of her bedroom window at the car pulling out into the driveway next door. She watched a man get out of the driver's side. She recognised him. He had been at the house many times before. Normally late, but not this late, she noted, as she saw… Continue reading Day 25: Twitching Curtains

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Day 24: Sleepless Nights

Write about the longest amount of time you’ve ever gone without sleepingMy eyes ached from staring at the screen. Black letters spun in front of my face and my head felt dizzy. I reached for the mug on the desk beside me and took a gulp. The glorious caramel-coloured liquid warmed my throat and I… Continue reading Day 24: Sleepless Nights

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Day 23: A Villainous Version of Events

Pretend you’re a cartoon character.  What type of a character would you be?  What would a day in your life be like? 

I wish this bitch would just shut up already with the singing.

'Only dogs can hear you.' I scream as her voice hits a note I've never heard come from a human.

She can't hear me, obviously. Sound doesn't travel back through Arachna. He sits in his little corners of the castle, observing the little vermin that this town calls a princess. His eyes are my eyes, his ears, my ears. Although this screeching is making me wish I could rip his ears out so I wouldn't have to listen to it anymore

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Day 21: Feng Shui for Dummies

Find a job ad in the paper.  Write about your life if you had that job 

(The job ad I found was for a freelance interior decorator in London)

I have had some odd requests since I started doing this. I had one client who was completely superstitious of the colour green, which was difficult to deal with as she wanted me to make her office space seem more 'outdoorsy'. Another client told me that he didn't want me to paint his bedroom walls blue even though his wife had insisted on cerulean to be the colour of the feature wall. His reasoning was that his secretary didn't like the colour blue. All I could do was smile and nod. The customer is always right after all. And since I was still building up my portfolio I needed to take whatever jobs I could get.

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Day 20: Shoes and Pizza and Snow, Oh My

If you could go on only one more vacation in your lifetime, where would you go and why?

Well, like I said in yesterday's post, I'd love to visit New York City. I'm not really a big fan of sun-type holidays. Sitting on a beach or around a pool for hours on end just gets tedious after a while, plus my pasty Irish skin burns to a crisp pretty quickly. New York City (probably in Winter) seems like the perfect holiday destination to me.

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Day 18: Bad Trip

Take a reader behind the wheel with the worst driver you’ve ever known 

Stella watched as the speedometer hovered around fifty. She willed it to move closer to the sixty speed limit but it stayed exactly where it was.

'Could you speed up a little by any chance? My flight leaves in an hour.'

'Oh we've got plenty of time, don't worry,' Nathan grinned, 'we're almost there anyway.

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Day 17: Fast-Food Fallacy

'Alright so this is the grill, it's where we grill the burgers, if you can believe it.'

I smiled. It was obviously a joke he told every time he showed someone new around the kitchen but I felt like I should acknowledge it. He was my boss after all. I followed him as he showed me the timer buttons and explained where to put the food that was waiting to be served. It's always grossed me out a bit how long food can be left waiting before having to either be sold or thrown away. I hated to admit it, but I was always one of those annoying customers who asked for chips with no salt so I knew I'd get a fresh batch. I guess I was going to have to be on the other side of that for a while.

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Day 16: The Tale Of Annie Pearson

If we assume ghosts are real, what type of ghost would you like to see? 

I knew this flat was too good to be true. Central Dublin and nearly half the price of all the other flats I looked at? Of course there was a catch. It was the breakfast bar that did it. I've always wanted a kitchen with a breakfast bar and this has the perfect breakfast bar. It looks straight out of the window onto the city centre. On a clear day you can see all the way to the Guinness Storehouse. But the breakfast bar with a view was not worth this. I haven't had a proper night's sleep in about a week thanks to these noises.