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For me the biggest fear in life is losing the ones I love and the objects I own. I love my life and want to protect it so it can remain as it is. However, I know that fire is something that could bring devastation to my life and ruin everything. At 29, I am a single parent of two beautiful daughters and my whole world revolves around them. I would literally die to save my children. But this built in protection is not always a good thing. My life has turned to a constant fight between my logical self (Lee) and my illogical self (Joe). ‘Did you really turn that stove off?’ Joe would nag away at me. ‘Of course you did, you starred at it for 5 minutes to make sure you had’ replies Lee. But, even the blatantly obvious proof of starring at the stove doesn’t satisfy Joe. ‘Ah but what if you accidently turned it on when you turned away’. ‘Of course you didn’t. You didn’t touch it.’ ‘But you may have done and just not noticed.’ ‘Of course you would have noticed. You would have felt it’, Lee desperately tries to reassure me. ‘Ah but you may have touched it, felt it and then forgot. You can’t trust yourself’, concludes Joe. And so it goes on until I give in and go back downstairs to check that the stove is off. Standing over the cooker, starring at the knobs like a hawk, I try and reassure myself that they are off. ‘You can’t spend all night down here in the kitchen’, Lee tells me. ‘Just a few more minutes to check that they are off.’ There is no way I am going to be able to tear myself away from this argument until I get that warm, satisfied feeling in my stomach that the stove is off. 10 minutes later and I finally get a nudge of that relieving feeling. Turning away fast before I lose it, I leave the kitchen and slog back upstairs to head to bed. But the arguments start up in my head again and a whirlwind of fear starts in my stomach and spreads through my body like wildfire. ‘What if Katie and Claire have stopped breathing?’ Joe asks me? ‘I am sure they are ok’, Lee replies, ‘you would have heard something if they weren’t’. ‘But they wouldn’t be able to tell you or move if something happened to them in their sleep. You best go in there and check on them.’ Creeping into their shared bedroom, I sneak across the room like a mouse so I don’t wake them. The gentle sound of Claire snoring reassures me that she is fine but there isn’t a peep coming from Katie. Gently I put my finger under her nose and sigh with relief as the reassuring wave of air touches my finger. Feeling satisfied for now, I creep back out of their room and head for mine, believing that I can finally get some sleep myself. But as I lay down in bed, the thoughts plague me again. Imagining what would happen if for some reason I hadn’t turned the stove off. The whole place would go up in flames, and I would lose everything. I have sat my girls down and given them strict instructions what to do if there is a fire. They are to open the window as wide as it will go, throw something soft on the ground, one story below, and then jump out. I trust that my girls know what to do, but what if they are hurt and they can’t jump out of the window? What if they were to forget in the heat of the moment what to do and try and come through the house? Worst of all, what if they don’t wake up and remain in their beds for the hungry fire to come and take them? ‘Stop it, you know they are safe. You are just worrying yourself’, Lee tells me as I turn over in the bed and pull the cold side of the pillow over my head. But, Joe isn’t giving in that easily. Next he teases me with images of my belongings and my beautiful house being engulfed by fire. The images flashing past my eyes seem so real that I just feel like crying. Bolting up right, I open my eyes. It’s no good, Joe has won again. I need to check the stove is off.

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Derek was an up and coming layer and always dressed to impress. He always wore a black pin-striped suit with a pressed white shirt and a blue tie. He always made sure his hair was dyed auburn with the jar of hair dye that he kept right next to the sink. In his briefcase he carried around a pristine business card holder which was always stocked full of business cards, his brand new laptop and a jar of freshly sharpened pencils. But no one knew the heartbreak he was going through inside. Every evening he would stumble back through the door of his flat, carefully place his suit and briefcase in the cupboard and throw on his sweats before settling down on the sofa. In the lounge there were traces of what was once a happy life. There were square patches on the walls where photos had been that showed the original paint colour of rose white, the rest of the wall had faded to a dull colour. On the mantel piece there was a radio covered in dust and a poinsettia that had withered through lack of care. Why should he look after the stupid plant if there was no one there to share it with? Right next to the plant was a silver locket with the words “love forever” engraved on it. The shine on the locket had started to wear away and it too showed signs of neglect. Derek walked over to the mantel piece and grabbed the locket, “love forever, yeah sure?” he thought to himself and threw the locket back down.

It’s time to leave,
I’ve got to go.
I’ve learnt much here,
More than you know.

To you, I thank,
For your support.
Throughout the years,
With all I’ve sought.

Things have to end.
Of that I know.
So bye my friend,
I have to go.

I was never really a book worm when I was younger. Books were more for my sister Laura. However, I was fascinated by the way words form on a page. At school we would read books in class like Biff and Chip but I was more interested in writing and making up my own stories. They weren’t masterpieces but I just loved to get lost in the story and the forming of the words, watching closely as my hand moved the pen on the paper, forming the letters.

It wasn’t until I was about 13 that my love for books really started. It all began with a story about a boy who discovers he is a wizard on his 11th birthday. By the time I discovered Harry Potter, the first two books had been published. I was hooked straight away and was disappointed that after reading the second one, I would have to wait for the third!

As I read, I felt that I was in Hogwarts with Harry and Hermione. I wanted to be there with them. Their life sounded so magical and special (don’t get me wrong, mine was great too!).

Another of my favourite books as a child was Louisa May Alcott’s Little Women. Again, I got lost in the life of the March sisters and wanted to be there with them, joining in with their plays. Even today I like a good fantasy novel, sci-fi or romance where I can escape to. It makes me feel full somehow.

The challenge this week was to rewrite a fairy tale from a different point of view, in a different genre or in a different time to the original tale. I have chosen the re-write Little Red Riding Hood in modern day England.

Little Red Riding Hoodie

Little Red Riding Hoodie had been given an ASBO for harassing the locals in her village. As part of this ASBO, she had been sentenced to 120 hours of community service and today was her first day. After turning up at the community centre in her trade mark red hoodie, that always covered most of her face, she was given orders to deliver some cakes to the old folks home at the other side of the woods.

Little Red Riding Hoodie reluctantly took the basket of cakes and sulked off towards the woods. As she mooched through the woods, a gang of older hoodies noticed her and the big bad gang leader, who was rather hairy, wanted to attack Little Red Riding Hoodie. However, the rest of the gang advised him not to do this in public or they would get an ASBO too but he ignored them and snuck up behind Little Red Riding Hoodie. “What’ve got there?” the big band gang leader shouted at Little Red Riding Hoodie. “It’s some cakes that I am being forced to take to the oldie’s across the woods”, replied Little Red Riding Hoodie. The big bad gang leader looked intrigued and asked “how do you get there?” It’s just down the end of this path”, Little Red Riding Hoodie replied wondering why on earth he wanted to know. In the next moment the big bad gang leader jumped on his BMX bike and rode off towards the old folks home so he could get there ahead of Little Red Riding Hoodie.

The big bad gang leader broke into the old people’s home through one of the windows and smacked a grannie over the head. He then put on her clothes and got into her bed whilst the rest of the gang put the grannie in a sack and took her away.

A few minutes later Little Red Riding Hoodie arrived with the cakes and starting flinging them at the elderly residents. As she arrived at the room where the big bad gang leader was waiting for her, she was miffed to be asked by the grannie to go in and speak to her. Little Red Riding Hoodie opened the door of the room and saw the grannie in bed. “oh Mrs, what huge ears you have” commented Little Red Riding Hoodie. “All the better to hear you with my dear” replied the big bad gang leader dressed as the grannie. “And you have huge eyes too” Little Red Riding Hoodie said with a laugh. “All the better to see you with” answered the big bad gang leader whilst getting out of bed. “That’s a pretty big pocket you have as well” sneered Little Red Riding Hoodie. “All the better to hide this hammer”, responded the big bad gang hoodie.  Then it all went dark for Little Red Riding Hoodie. The big bad gang leader had hit her over the head with the hammer and then tried to steal all her money.

At that moment, the nursing home’s woodcutter came into the room and saw that Little Red Riding Hoodie was lying unconscious on the floor. Believing that the grannie (who had dementia), was having a turn, he called for back-up and restrained the big bad gang leader. As the back-up put the big bad gang leader (still dressed up as the grannie) into bed and gave him a sedative, the woodcutter revived Little Red Riding Hoodie and helped her to her feet. Little Red Riding Hoodie was in shock that something like this would happen to her and finally understood what it was like to be a victim. She vowed never to harass anyone in her village again.

The big bad gang leader regained consciousness a couple of hours later in the grannie’s bedroom. He tried shouting to tell the nursing staff that he wasn’t really the old woman that he was really a young man but the nursing staff simply believed that the grannie was having another dementia flare up. The big bad gang leader eventually gave in and resigned himself to living in the old people’s home.

The moral of the story is that if you are nasty to people, people will do nasty things to you. If you do bad things, Karma will come back and bite you in the ass and you will get what you deserve!