Writing Prompts: People

*Technically this wasn’t part of one of of the prompts I was following, but it was something I wrote ages ago so thought I would post it anyway. It is based off of a scenario me and Paul stumbled upon when we were in Bristol back in October last year. We saw a young man(who we called Sam) walking his whippet,Pepper who missed a call from who we assumed to be his girlfriend(who we called Hannah). Later, we saw a young girl,who we gathered to be Hannah appear walking with him. This was my take on what happened*

Sam and Hannah

It seemed Sam hadn’t had time to stop recently. He’d been so busy with the new design campaign for work that he hadn’t had a day to himself. Today, however he had a day off which didn’t require him to have to think about work. A rare but welcomed occurrence.

Having not awoken until 11am, he had missed his normal routine of having breakfast with his girlfriend of three years, Hannah before they both went off to work. Instead, he had gone downstairs to find a tea bag and milk in a cup and enough water in the kettle to boil himself a cup of tea. It was the little things like this that made Sam love Hannah even more. Along with the mug was a note.


Gone to work. Mug on the side for your morning tea, bread in cupboard for toast and jam in fridge. Finish around 1 so give me a bell wherever you are at that time and I’ll come meet you.

Love you

Cutie xxx’

Sam smiled to himself. She did look after him. As he poured the water into the cup and let it brew, he looked over at the most recent photo of them on the mantle piece. A photo taken at their mutual friends wedding a few months ago. Hannah looked stunning in a baby yellow dress, her blonde hair plaited above her head, while Sam, stood next to her in a navy suit look at her lovingly. That was a great day. Mind you every day had been great since he’d met Hannah three years ago on internet dating site Tinder.

His friend Phil had told him to join, as that was where he met his girlfriend of 5 years, Mae. After a few drinks down the local pub with him he had given in and signed up. Sam had been on a few failed dates. One of whom didn’t accept his love of Marvel and superheroes, and the other who took food off his plate without asking. He was like Joey from Friends in that sense. Sam loved his food and if anyone took any without asking, that was a major turn off. He was about to give up and then he came across Hannah, who he immediately struck up a conversation with about a mutual love of books.

They met not long later and hit it off immediately, going out to dinner and on walks. Before any of them knew it, two years had gone by and neither of them had wanted to be a part. There wasn’t even a conversation to be had about moving in, it just felt right and just sort of happened. Hannah had a fair few of her belongings here anyway that it seemed right that she moved the rest of them in. Sam and Hannah had been living together in Sam’s three-bedroom house in Bristol for a year before they decided the next step in their relationship. Not marriage and babies despite both Sam and Hannah’s parents insisting, not yet anyway. They were both too busy in the middle of their careers for that. The next best thing though, was a dog, a black whippet which they had called Pepper.

It seemed like an equally a big a step for the couple to pick out a dog as those that considered getting married or having kids. It was a lot of fun going to dog rescues to visit all of the gorgeous dogs that needed homes though. Hannah had never had a pet growing up, so at the age of 28 she was excited to finally have a pet round the house. Sam had grown up with dogs so he too was happy to have a pet companion back in the house. They knew as soon as the saw him that the black whippet in the corner was for them. And with Sam now looking at the dog laid down by his feet as he munched on his toast and drunk his tea he knew even more that they had made the right choice. It was hard to even remember how different Hannah’s and his own lives were before they had Pepper and it had only been a few months.

Sam stood and took his plate and mug over to the sink. ‘Pepper’ he called putting the remainder of his toast in the dogs bowl.

At the mention of his name, the whippet’s ears pricked. Sam smiled at his companion as he filled Pepper’s bowl with dog food. Setting the bowl down on the floor, giving him a stroke under the chin and a ‘go on then’ to let him know he could eat, Sam made his way upstairs to get ready for the day.

He had a quick shower, giving his ginger hair a wash and made a note to book in for a haircut when he went into town later. He shaved the few days stubble that had begun to appear on his chin and the top of his lip (Hannah didn’t like it when it got too long), before getting dressed in a pair of navy blue jeans, a pair of black converse and red jumper and his long black funeral coat. It was hard to believe where this year had gone. Summer and Clark and Harriet’s wedding seemed like yesterday. Yet the fact that the Bristol weather now went from warm to raining in a matter of minutes proved that autumn had indeed arrived.

Making his way downstairs, he grabbed Pepper’s lead and checked the time. 12pm. perfect. He could give Pepper a quick run around the park at the top of the hill before meeting Hannah. It was Tuesday, which meant she finished early at work. Working as a PR for a book company really took it out of her but because she loved books so much it was a job she enjoyed. Hannah was constantly telling Sam about some of the new books that the publishing company she worked for were in the process of publishing. She enjoyed getting to hear about the latest manuscripts and lunching with authors about their book launches, lets be honest, she just loved books in general. That was another one of Hannah’s personality traits that he loved the most about her. That and the fact she could put him at complete ease, and the fact she understood his love of Marvel.

Sam loved Bristol. Having gone to university here it was a place that instantly felt like home as soon as he came here. Growing up in Oxford it wasn’t that much different to his hometown. Quaint, quiet and full of history. He loved looking at the different buildings surrounding the city and definchiating when it was built. It was his dream to be able to one day design a building of his own.

After a quick stop off in town to book himself a hair cut, he took Pepper for a run around the park at the top of the hill not far from the house. It was when Sam got to the top of the hill that Pepper decided he didn’t want to go down the hill. Down the hill, meant going home and it was like Pepper knew that and reluctantly refused to move.

Sam took his phone out of his pocket and dialed Hannah’s number. She answered on the third ring.

‘Hello Kitten’

‘Hey you, did you get my texts?’

‘I’ve just received them now. Sorry the meeting ran over. Where about’s are you?’

‘Me and Pepper are at the top of Saint Andrew’s park. Pepper is refusing, as always to walk down the hill’. Hannah chuckled down the phone.

‘You know he knows that when he gets to that hill, Sam that he knows he isn’t far from home’. Sam returned his girlfriends laughter as if it was something Hannah knew more about than he did. Mind you, it had seemed like ages that Sam had actually had the time to take Pepper for a walk, so seemed fair that Hannah would know more about their dogs habits than he, considering it was more often than not that Hannah took Pepper out than him. Pepper still refused to move.

‘Well, you do take him out more than me. Shall we meet you down the bottom of the hill when this one decides to move?’

‘Sounds like a plan, I’ve just left so I’ll be there in about ten minutes’

‘Ok, see you in a bit’ Sam replied before hanging up the phone.

The weather had started to get colder, the mist among the hills beginning to form. Sam put the collar up on his coat to protect himself from the cold.

‘Come on Pepper’ Sam said kneeling down next to the whippet. The dog didn’t budge. Just looked off into the distance. He was having none of it. Sam stood overlooking the city, willing the dog to move. He was beginning to get hungry. It wasn’t long since he had breakfast but it seemed on his very rare days off that if he could eat then he would.

It seemed like a good ten minutes before Pepper even thought about moving. Sam pulled slightly on the lead as Pepper began to take a few steps forward. Ok so it wasn’t very fast but it was something.

* * *

After Pepper finally budged from the hill, Hannah met Sam at the bottom of the hill as planned. The pair walked hand in hand home where the dropped off Pepper before going back out. They had a wander round Bristol town, looking in Waterstones at the new releases; it was another of Hannah’s dream to one day see her novel amongst the shelves of books. After Hannah had her dream moment they made their way down to the Harbour where they enjoyed pizza and The Stable. It was a nice relaxed atmosphere as they had just missed the afternoon lunch rush. Feeling full, Sam and Hannah made their way back home where they continued to watch The Crown on Netflix before retiring to bed wrapped in each other’s arms. Sam was content in that moment. His days off where far and in between but when he did have days off these were the perfect way to spend them. Maybe married and kids were on the cards in the future but for now, he was content to spend his life with his Hannah and their dog Pepper in their little house they called home in Bristol.




Writing Challenge #1 1lb,9oz


*This writing challenge appeared on my Facebook timeline a few months ago, so thought I would make it my blog posts for the next few weeks. Hope you enjoy*

1. Write a short autobiography


*On a side note I had to write a chapter for a piece of school coursework and since then I’ve thought a lot about wanting to write my autiobiography. Here’s a short snippet.*

Finishing second year of university(although I still have another year to go) feels like such a huge achievement. Especially after the year I had with the op etc. Actually, going to university at all seems like a big step in itself. 

You see, when I was born my family was told that I would never go to a main stream school,let alone university. I was born 4 months premature(born in April,instead of August when my mum was just 24 weeks pregnant) weighing just 1lb,9oz,which is less than a bag of sugar. However I pulled through and proved everyone wrong. Quite determined little one me. 

So since the rough start in life I’ve been a fighter and a determined person to prove people wrong. I have so far,let’s hope it continues. 

I’m very excited yet equally as terrified to begin my last year of university,but no matter how stressful it gets I know I can do it. 💜

* I couldn’t find any bany pictures on my phone but here’s one of me at nursery,a year 4 photo and my first day at secondary. 


A Time to Shine

A Time to Shine


*I wrote this whilst I was going through my Birdsong phase, which no doubt will be starting up again come Wednesday. Anyway I hope you enjoy*



October 2013:


Everybody at school moaned when we got given our reading list for A-Level. Me included, which was unusual considering I loved to read. The usual books we were expecting were among them, Of Mice and Men and Romeo and Juliet. When the book Birdsong by Sebastian Faulks came up however, I knew, at eighteen that it would stick with me in some way or another.


All aspiring actresses, or not even aspiring, just actors and actresses in general, have a role they consider their dream role and one they wish to one day play on stage. Lisette Azaire was mine.


When I first read the book of Birdsong, I could relate to her in the way most young girls at that age can. When her mother died, her father remarried, just like my dad had, and her infatuation with Stephen, is one that most girls have at some point in their lifetime. Whether it’s a crush on a teacher or someone older than them, we each go through that feeling of thinking we’re in love.


I never thought I’d get given the opportunity to play Lisette on stage, let alone in a touring production, let alone at the age of twenty. In all fairness, I wouldn’t have if it hadn’t been for Emma.


I was sat minding my own business, waiting for Stuart to come and teach us about the history of the theatre. The next thing I know Emma had come running into the lecture hall, thrusting the latest issue of The Stage newspaper in my hands.


“Beth. Look at this. You have to audition” she had demanded without even a hello.


“Hi to you too.” I had replied not a bit interested in what she was trying to show me.


“Have you even looked at what I’m trying to show you?”


I looked down reluctantly at the advert, my dream role staring me in the face. My eyes skimmed over the ad. All that went into my head was Birdsong, Lisette Azaire, Original Theatre and the date of the audition. I looked up at Emma.


“No way. I cant.”


“Why not? What have you got to loose?”


“Erm everything?”


“You’ve had plenty of roles before though, why is this so different?”


“Em, this is Lisette, my dream role, plus it’s a touring production”



“I’ll never be able to get out of uni for the audition, let alone if I got it.”


At that moment Stuart entered the room and told us to quieten down. I quickly ripped the advert out of the paper putting it in my bag trying to put it to the back of my mind. That seemed impossible however, as every time I picked up my bag to go to a different lecture it was as though it was burning a hole in the bottom of my bag, demanding to be looked at and thought about.


They say that if you’re not sure about something, sleep on it. That was what I did, or tried to anyway. I ended up tossing and turning all night until I had given in and taken the piece of paper out of my bag and stared at it until 3am waiting for my mind take sleep.


The next morning before I went to my lecture I went to talk it through with Stuart. I knew id’ regret not going to the audition but I wasn’t sure I was allowed being a first year.


“We don’t usually encourage auditioning in first year as youre just starting out but if you really want to go as you say this is your dream role then go for the audition and then if you get it we’ll talk more” he had said.


I came out of his office a little apprehensive but I knew id regret it if I didn’t go to audition. This could, essentially be my chance to shine.


November 2013:


Uni carried on like normal for the next few weeks, lectures and nights of going out in the evenings. As the audition got nearer I got more anxious. Did people just turn up to these things? All the other people going for the audition would have been told about it by their agents. I didn’t have one of those. Would that set me back from getting the role? It was advertised in The Stage though, so they must be looking for uni students or younger people to play the roles of Tipper, Gregoire and Lisette, right?


Needless to say Emma had to come round and calm me down. The thing about auditions, well ones like this anyway was that I didn’t have a script to go by. Instead id prepared a few of the scenes that Lisette would be in. The scene in the drawing room where she cleans Stephens hand and tells him about Francoise and the scene by the river where she forces him to kiss her and a monologue from a similar play so the director could get a general idea of how I acted.


The day of the audition finally came round and it was entirely different than I expected. I thought it was going to be like any other uni production audition. You know the ones where you stand in the middle of the room sing your chosen song or act out a particular scene and then you wait for the list to be put up? Yeah, this was completely different.


This audition was in a proper theatre for a start, a real London West End theatre. Despite it not being a West End show I was told it was to get a general idea of how my voice would project. Instead of auditioning in front of one person, I had the pleasure of it being in front of three, the director of the play, John, the writer of the screenplay, Michelle and author Sebastian Faulks himself. To say I was nervous was an understatement.


“Hi, my names Elizabeth Morgan, and I’m auditioning for the role of Lisette ”


After I’d acted my monologue, John invited to read Lisette’s lines with an actor named Greg who was auditioning for the role of Stephen. He wasn’t much older than me by the looks of it. Twenty-five I would have said with brown hair and blue eyes, dressed in a simple light blue shirt and jeans. He was gorgeous-which made acting with him that little bit harder. I think we pulled it off though.


January 2014:


It’s been a month since I received the phone call to say that I had gotten the role and rehearsals are now in full swing. To say I’m loving it is an understatement. Its everything I wanted it to be and more. All twelve members of the company are lovely and have made me feel right at home. Even though I’m the youngest, I haven’t been made to feel like it. I feel equal to the older members of the cast and know that if I need help or don’t understand something I can ask them.


No day in rehearsal is the same. On the first day we had a sort of getting know you day before getting settled into work. We played games and had a general introduction before going through a full read through of the script to get an idea of how the play would be read.


Over the past few weeks we’ve had various army professionals come in and teach the boys how to march, hold certain weapons etc whilst us girls had dialect lessons to help us perfect our French accents.


The next few weeks will consist of full run through within the space and costume fittings before we have our first full dress run in rehearsal before transferring to the Devonshire Park Theatre in Eastbourne for a tech rehearsal in costume. It’s all getting rather exciting.


It’s strange to think that at the end of last year I was at uni full time studying towards this role and then not even two months later im living my dream. Its crazy. I can’t say I don’t miss uni or my friends, because I do. A lot. Emma makes sure she checks in ateast twice a week to see how rehearsals were going and promised to get tickets to opening night.


February 2014:


12th February. Opening night. The day I’d been waiting the twenty years of my life for had arrived. Tonight we open the 2014 tour of Birdsong and I’m playing Lisette! Everything I’ve been waiting for comes down to tonight’s performance.


After another day in the theatre with a full run through, and some much needed dinner, I put on the yellow dress I’d loved since the first day of rehearsal and made my way to the wings to watch the atmosphere unfold.


As the lights dimmed and the play began I knew in that moment that this was my time to shine.