Chapter 1 Merlins Keep Copyrighted Lorraine Poulter 2019

       There comes a time in your life when you are forced to leave behind all those things you held as good and replace them with things that you don’t. This day had arrived for King McMervin CCX1. To be truthful it was a day long dreaded, overly ignored, and now it was looming he was little less than terrified. In fact he was morose. The thought of what was about to happen weighed heavy on his heart.  The tic in his eye had returned to bother him and nothing could contain that tremor of his hand. His thumbs twitched, his eyebrows were knitted in a deep furrowed frown. His jittery eyes darted restlessly from beneath dark cowelled lids. There was a time he held his hooded eyes in great esteem. Now they told of sleepless nights. The shine in his eyes were replaced with a sharp glaze that led a path way to his soul if only his eyes kept still long enough to see. Dreams haunted his days, and ghosts haunted his dreams. Rambling words were muttered throughout the nights, echoing through the draughty corridors and mostly by him. Unwelcome shadows followed him and melded into larger blobs if his eye lingered on them too long. 

Merlin’s Keep had long forgotten its days when it was the epic sprawling estate of his forebears.  Jonas, a distant ancestor, had lost the castle to the Worlocks in a game of poker that would have made history had it not been for the events that followed. Jonas’s four kings were seriously outclassed by a royal flush to make any lord blush.  He lost badly. Fury ruled his pride. Those that saw the next minutes claimed he reached for his sword ran his sword through all the Worlocks. Servants watched on as the blood drained from the silent dying. Spatters claimed the walls in long rivers, flowed down the curtains, dripped from the paintings. Jonas stared at the carnage. Unlike those that watched there was a redness to his cheeks, triumph on his face.“Clean it up,” he ordered. 

       “Jonas…” Seth, Jonas’s brother. He was tall, thin and with a long weak chin. He held a handkerchief to his mouth to hold back the bile in his throat.

        “Just do it.”

        “Have you lost your mind?” Seth wailed.

        “Far from it. I have found it, my brother.” The calmness in his voice was more terrifying than any rage.

 Copyright Lorraine Poulter 2019

Joke time!!!!!!!!!

Just when you think you've finished they land another bucketload of homework onto you......

This is so true to the condition

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How many times have you said  to yourself while tidying away "I'll remember where it is" and when the time comes to retrieve it, the item is never where you thought it was?

Just finished watching the entire 6 episodes of Agatha Raisin recorded over Christmas. Brilliant.

To appreciate the silence you have to have endured the noise.

If anyone has seen Tom my stray cat please send him home

Back to reality. The car needs servicing, back to college, bills are all coming in. And not a twinkling light or Christmas pressie in sight. Ho hum!

Christmas comes but once a year. Shame!

Been feeding a stray young male cat for about 5 months now. He's quite friendly but won't come inside the house. Imagine my surprise the other day when my little cat was sitting outside the door for breakfast with 3 of his friend i.e. a black and white fluffy, a ginger tabby, a black and white all sitting in a row waiting to be fed! Didn't know there were so many cats in the area.

How many times a day do you shed a tear?
How often do you feel abandoned by a friend or family?
How many times do you count the wrongdoings imposed on you?
Or the times your heart is broken?

How often do you count your blessings?

Beauty comes not from the physical alone but also from the spirit within.

You reach a time when you have to question that liar, fight your corner, follow your dream. You alone have to do these things because no one else will do them for you.

"The Tower of Medreil" is a collection of short stories that are linked by a main story. It is fantasy and aimed at early to late teens. 

 "The Tower of Medreil"
Available to purchase on Amazon Kindle
Or if you message me I can post it to you for a small fee plus post and packaging

Sometimes you have to step right out of that familiar old box and replace it with a shiny new one.

A message from my "book" Facebook page.

    "Hi everyone. Hope you all had a wonderful Christmas. I have been busy with studies at the Crawford College of Art lately and have not done much to the page. However the new book is just about ready for the editor and excited about getting to this stage.
A small plug for The Tower of Medreil which is still available to purchase on Amazon Kindle."

The beautiful Torc water at Muckross House in Co Kerry. Love this place. Visited here is the summer when there was the drought. Hardly any water was falling. People were walking across the waterfall. Needless to say there's been a lot of rain since and the waterfall is back to full flow.

I hate the uncertainty of when the stars are disposing of the past to make way for the new.  Life seems to be in turmoil. People falling back. Doors being closed faster than new ones new ones opening. Enough to make you doubt the path you've chosen. Do you continue into the new alone or stay in the old with those you know?

Let there a candle to light your way through the darkest nights of winter.

All the best for 2019!!!!! Happy New Year.