Friday, 8 March 2019

Flash Fiction Friday 3

Hello Readers and Writers,

Welcome to Flash Fiction Friday - the latest addition to my blog, where I will be posting a story provoking image fortnightly on a Friday, throughout the year. The aim is to write a piece of fiction - a story or poetry, in no more than 100 words.

Todays inspirational image is ...

(Image credited to ThomasWolter, Pixabay) 

It all began the day his mother died. She'd warned him many years earlier, before her words were dismissed as delusions. As he stood over the freshly painted mahogany box, he wondered how a woman of six foot three could fit inside. In the comfort of his home, the man fell to his knees, his ears infiltrated by haunting shrieks of white noise. One word repeatedly tore through the static. The man could no longer bear the burden of what he had done. 'Justice,' the voice cried. With a metal skewer in each hand, the voice fell silent. 

I'd love to read your stories, so please don't hesitate to post below. 

Thanks for reading and writing, 


Friday, 22 February 2019

Flash Fiction Friday 2

Hello Readers and Writers,

Welcome to Flash Fiction Friday - the latest addition to my blog, where I will be posting a story provoking image fortnightly on a Friday, throughout the year. The aim is to write a piece of fiction - a story or poetry, in no more than 100 words.

Here's todays inspirational image ...

(Image credited to pixel2013, Pixabay)

His eyes blended with the marmalade sky above, longing for her touch. These days he struggled to remember to take his medication, let alone the day she left him. After their wedding, they would often sit among the stars - hand in hand, sharing stories of magical lands, contained within each twinkle. 
'We'll meet again in the stars,' she whispered, before taking her final breath. 
The orange sky fell like an ancient tapestry, to reveal a navy tone - the colour of his jeans. 
'I'll see you in the stars,' he whispered, his eyes sinking like icebergs in the night. 

Thanks for reading and writing,


Friday, 8 February 2019

Flash Fiction Friday

Hello Readers and Writers,

Welcome to Flash Fiction Friday - the latest addition to my blog, where I will be posting a story provoking image fortnightly on a Friday, throughout the year. The aim is to write a piece of fiction within 100 words.

Lets get started ...

(Image credited to Free-Photos, Pixabay)

In the daylight, the house stood still, but during the night the house came alive. The inhabitants of number 106 were thought to be a rather peculiar bunch. They'd often been seen coming and going - at all hours, carrying large black containers. Nobody knew what was inside, but it couldn't be good. One night - when the moon was full, a group of kids up to no good, stole one of the containers. Eager to discover the contents, one boy hastily pulled back the lid. What was inside changed him forever. I know because I was that kid.

I'd love to read your response to this image, so please feel free to share yours in the comments section below :-)

Thanks for reading - and writing,


Saturday, 2 February 2019

Back to Blogging, Louise Lake Designs, and Flash Fiction Fridays

Hello Readers,

After taking some much needed time off from blogging, I'm pleased to say that it's good to be back! Last year felt like one struggle after another, as I battled through anxiety and university, as well as working full time in my day job. Life is hard for a writer these days! But, I'm happy to say that after losing myself in a deep well of writer's block, I have rekindled the positive fire within, and started to write again. A lot of it was down to the fact that I was able to change course in my university studies, to complete a new degree in Design and Innovation, with Creative Writing.

Being passionate about art and writing, I always thought I would have to choose one over the other, as I struggled to find a way of working on both of my passions at once. However, last year I discovered a solution that had been staring me in the face for a while. Instead of creating canvas paintings and writing in my spare time, I began to apply some of the techniques I learned during my first year of studying design. Now I create hand-drawn illustrations on a smaller scale, and I've learned watercolour techniques, and digital colouring, which have enabled me to create beautiful images much more quickly, thanks to the many tutorial videos available on YouTube, and online articles, by amazing artists worldwide. I even started my own ethical, cruelty-free clothing brand - Louise Lake Designs.

I would like to thank you for your patience during this hectic period, but now that I'm back I have lots of great plans for this blog, starting with Flash Fiction Fridays - where I will post an image followed by a responding story written in 100 words or less. This idea was inspired by this weeks Open University 50 years flash fiction competition. I would love to see what the images evoke in you, so please feel free to drop a comment with your response to each image. I will also be actively posting the Flash Fiction Friday challenge on my social media channels:

Louise's Instagram

Louise's Twitter

Louise's Facebook

Louise's LinkedIn

I'd like to leave today's post on a fun note, so here's a new humour poem I whipped up recently.

(image credited to ivanovgood - Pixabay Artist)

The Hairdryer

My mum told me
She was going to buy
A fancy hairdryer today,
One that saves energy
And is really quiet,
I said
I know where you can get
One of those for free,
She asked where?
I replied
Use a towel.

Thanks for reading,
Louise Lake. 

Monday, 30 April 2018

NaPoWriMo Day 30

Hello Readers,

Welcome to the 30th and final day of national poetry writing month. It's been great fun to participate again, and I'll be joining in again next year.
I hope you've enjoyed what you've read so far, and as NaPoWriMo 2018 comes to a close, I'd like to thank you all for your support during this NaPoWriMo poetry writing challenge.

Todays poem is  ...

(image by Rilsonav, Pixabay artist) 


Ignorance is a cruel,
Way to act, 
Moving aside, 
Showing kindness, 
Never getting a thanks, 
Or even a smile, 
Instead receiving the bite, 
Of a crocodile, 
All the while, 
You do your best, 
To achieve, 
An act of love, 
Never wanting, 
To receive, 
Anything but, 
A pleasant look. 

Thanks for joining me on my NaPoWriMo journey, 

Sunday, 29 April 2018

NaPoWriMo Day 29

Hello Readers,

Welcome to day 29 of national poetry writing month. Today's poem is about loss, self-doubt, and healing.

Spider Head

There once was a girl,
Who wore spiders in her hair,
She'd knot them tightly in,
Scattered here and there,
The other kids at school,
Called her Spider Head,
But she didn't care,
As long as they weren't dead,
Then on one cloudy day,
She met a boy named Doug,
With shoes made of clay,
And a hat made of slug,
She flicked aside her hair, 
Flaunting her eight legged locks, 
But no spiders were there, 
She blushed in her socks, 
The boy sniggered and left, 
His slug hat slipping from his crown, 
As the little girl wept, 
Followed by a frown, 
She searched for her spiders, 
Here and there,
Fearing the worst, 
They could be anywhere,  
The girl felt cursed, 
'Where are my friends?' 
'Where could they be?' 
The girl questioned, 
Over her tea, 
The years passed by, 
As the girl grew, 
Until one day her hair, 
Felt like superglue,
The spiders had returned, 
After years far gone, 
All she had yearned, 
Came back at once,
But the truth is, 
They were always around, 
Inside the girl, 
Waiting to be found.

Thanks for reading, 

Saturday, 28 April 2018

NaPoWriMo Day 28

Hello Readers,

Welcome to day 28 of national poetry writing month. Today's poem is inspired by discrimination and being afraid to be yourself.

(image by EtienneL, Pixabay artist) 

Snow White Snail 

There once was a snail who was white, 
Who went by the name of Benjamin Dwight, 
He gave the other bugs a fright, 
When he lit up like the moon at night, 
Until a human called Bob appeared, 
With an incredibly long twisted beard, 
He was a little esentrically weird, 
When over the snail he leared, 
He pulled a paintbrush from his pocket, 
And a rainbow paint set, 
Making the snail's dream come true, 
He was painted red, yellow, green, and blue, 
And now that Benjamin finally fit in, 
The rest of the bugs talked to him, 
The famous snail polyanne came to visit, 
With a snow white shell that seemed to fit, 
The male snails peacocked for her attention, 
But she wasn't interested in any of them, 
Then thick and fast came down the rain, 
And Benjamin was white again, 
The others looked him up and down, 
Trying to shove him from their town, 
But polyanne saw the real Benjamin Dwight, 
And she didn't care that he was white, 
For she had found her perfect match, 
And he was quite a catch, 
The other bugs stopped to stare, 
But polyanne didn't care, 
Because her motto was to be, 
Not being held back by discrimination, 
To live life happy and free, 
The way they were born to be. 

Thanks for reading, 

Friday, 27 April 2018

NaPoWriMo Day 27

Hello Readers,

Welcome to day 27 of national poetry writing month. Today's poem is another fun children's poem, about ...

(image by Pawel86, Pixabay artist)

The Gremlin Under My Bed 

There's a gremlin living under my bed,
With bulging eyes and a slimy head,
He steals all of my black socks,
When he arrives time stops,
I told my mum the other day,
But she said, 'don't be silly go away,'
I caught him eating my last sweet,
With fangs protruding from his feet,
And what on earth am I to do?
When he's drinking all my super glue,
I wanted to tell my favourite teacher,
Or even our town preacher,
But I know they won't believe,
I have a gremlin refusing to leave,
So I told him he could stay,
After all was done and said,
Because I knew he'd never go away,
But he's happy as long as he's fed,
And when I grow old and grey,
And it becomes my time,
Because he's here to stay,
He'll be passed to next in line.

Thanks for reading,

Thursday, 26 April 2018

NaPoWriMo Day 26

Hello Readers,

Welcome to day 26 of national poetry writing month. I'm quite surprised how much easier I've found NaPoWriMo to be this year, and how fast its gone so far, as last year seemed to be a struggle.
Todays poem is inspired by that horrible feeling we all carry inside of ourselves. Todays poem is ...

(image by Johnhain, Pixabay artist)


It's not fair,
The way that you,
Disregard me completely,
Beating me black and blue,
You push and push and push,
For a reaction,
But I still return,
Like a fatal attraction,
A multitude of merged emotion,
Secured and released,
Into an endless ocean,
Of responsibility,
An explosion free to vent,
The inner beast reveals itself,
There's no greater judgement,
Than that bestowed on ourselves.

Thanks for reading,

Wednesday, 25 April 2018

NaPoWriMo Day 25

Hello Readers,

Welcome to day 25 of national poetry writing month. Today's poem is a humour poem. Today is a ...

(image by RyanMcGuire, Pixabay artist)

Bad Hair Day 

No matter how hard I try,
I just cannot fix my hair,
A mane like an untamed beast,
Compared to a fuzzy bear,
It's hair would be better,
And god forbid it should get wet,
Because going outdoors,
I would regret,
People would think,
This girl's gone mad,
But if I cut it all off,
I'd look like a lad,
So what else can I do,
Than just deal,
As I attract birds,
Settling for a meal,
It sticks together,
Just like a mop,
And shifts about,
Like a flip flop,
Medusa's snakes,
Out to play,
Couldn't even stop,
This bad hair day.

Thanks for reading,

Tuesday, 24 April 2018

NaPoWriMo Day 24

Hello Readers,

Welcome to day 24 of national poetry writing month. Today's poem is ...

(image by Tumisu, Pixabay artist)

What Have We Become? 

Spreading hate,
Instead of laughter,
Allowing violence,
In each disaster,
We call this world,
A deteriorating nation,
As we are hurled,
From one situation,
Each one tougher,
And we let,
Ourselves suffer,
Surviving upset,
We give into vanity,
And welcome insanity,
Gone is trust,
Things said left undone,
What's wrong with us?
What have we become?

Thanks for reading,

Monday, 23 April 2018

NaPoWriMo Day 23

Hello Readers,

Welcome to day 23 of national poetry writing month. Today's poem is inspired by the current state of the world we live in.

(image by annca, Pixabay artist) 


When did it become acceptable,
To live in a land of litter, 
A world full of ignorance, 
Making it bitter, 
To pollute our oceans with plastic waste, 
Turning mother nature into black holes, 
Is this what it means to be the human race? 
Self-destruction condemning our souls, 
We've polluted our own air, 
The thing we need to breathe, 
Its time to take a stand and care, 
We deserve what we receive, 
Now that karma has caught up, 
What will become of us all, 
There's still life in the universal cup, 
To try and reverse our fall, 
So help the world today, 
In anyway you can, 
So that we can stay, 
Every animal, child, woman, and man, 
Because it won't last, 
In its degenerative state, 
Let's save the world fast, 
Before it's too late. 

Thanks for reading, 

Sunday, 22 April 2018

NaPoWriMo Day 22

Hello Readers,

Welcome to national poetry writing month. Today's poem is ...

(image by johnhain, Pixabay artist) 


A thousand dreams, 
And a hundred variations of myself, 
But as they say in Highlander, 
'There can only be one,' 
A list of achievements, 
Unfinished and said,
I wonder if I'll get them done, 
Before I am dead, 
Compelled one way, 
And then another, 
Enchantments all around, 
Too many passions to uncover, 
And the right path to be found, 
Stuck in self-destruction, 
A confused unmovable paperweight, 
With a mind too torn to function, 
But it's never too late, 
No matter how tough the choice, 
Decisions will come undone, 
If you listen to your inner voice, 
All the rest will come. 

Thanks for reading,

Saturday, 21 April 2018

NaPoWriMo 2018 Day 21

Hello Readers,

Welcome to day 21 of national poetry writing month. Today's poem is a second take of my earlier poem Haiku for Spring.

(image by geralt, Pixabay artist)

Haiku for Spring 2

Spring is here at last,
And the sun is smiling down,
Winter has now passed.

Thanks for reading,

Friday, 20 April 2018

NaPoWriMo 2018 Day 20

Hello Readers,

Welcome to day 20 of my NaPoWriMo poetry writing challenge. Lately I've been thinking about life and death, and what it means to be mortal, today's poem is inspired by those thoughts with a touch of lighthearted comedy.

(image by bernswaelz, Pixabay artist) 


Where did those days go?
Mortality slipped away,
Is death friend or foe?
Oh why can I not just stay?
Born to turn to ash,
After a short life that's lived,
Then it's time to dash,
And a soul that has been sieved,
I wish I was rich,
I'd buy immortality,
I'd become a witch,
So that I could live life free,
Never choose to die,
Certain to live forever,
Never say goodbye,
More powerful than weather,
Oh why does it end?
It's a vicious cruel joke,
Can't death be my friend?
I am not ready to croke!

Thanks for reading,

Thursday, 19 April 2018

NaPoWriMo 2018 Day 19

Hello Readers,

Welcome to day 19 of my NaPoWriMo poetry writing challenge. Today's poem is...

(image by Snap_it, Pixabay artist)

A Demon Called Self-conscious 

I wrap myself in a blanket,
So I cannot be seen,
Hiding in places dimly lit,
To vanish is my dream,
I'm ugly and I'm fat,
I have a big nose,
Its bigger than yours,
How about that,
Everyone stares when I'm around,
Because my eyes are too big for my face,
Burrowing myself into the ground,
I'm an utter disgrace,
Last in line for everything,
People should point and say,
'Look at that hideous thing,'
A demon inside my mind,
A conscious twisted King,
Everyone else thinks I'm blind!

Thanks for reading,

Wednesday, 18 April 2018

NaPoWriMo Day 18

Hello Readers,

Welcome to day 18 of my NaPoWriMo poetry writing challenge. Today's poem was inspired by my morning walk in the spring sun.

A Beautiful Idea of death

A breeze sweeps through my hair,
Like a delicately balanced comb,
As I stroll without a care,
My feet finding their home,
I'm playing in the clouds above,
As I dance in the sky,
Overcome with joy and love,
I was born to fly.

Thanks for reading,

Tuesday, 17 April 2018

NaPoWriMo Day 17

Hello Readers,

Welcome to day 17 of national poetry writing month. Today's poem is...

(image by kellepics, Pixabay artist) 


Although I can't see you, 
I still believe, 
You're there, 
Watching over me, 
A shield of protection, 
In all I do, 
Creating perfection, 
And inspiration too, 
You help me to stand, 
And come into my own, 
Reaching a helping hand, 
Shifting into a safe zone, 
You answer my questions, 
And give me signs along the way, 
With numbers and white feathers, 
I know you're here to stay, 
I put my faith in you, 
When my mind falters, 
Because I know you're true, 
As the world around me alters, 
And when things go wrong, 
You're light will always shine, 
Surround me with your song, 
My trusted guardian. 

Thanks for reading, 

Monday, 16 April 2018

NaPoWriMo Day 16

Hello Readers,

Welcome to day 16 of my NaPoWriMo poetry writing challenge. Today I today to write a fun and scary children's poem.
Today's poem is ...

(image by ractapopulous, Pixabay artist) 

The Chocolate Monster 

Beware of the chocolate monster, 
As he sniffs you out, 
He's hell bent on revenge, 
Without a doubt, 
He scatters the bait, 
With chocolates most delicious, 
Leading you to a fate, 
Most unpleasant and vicious, 
And at the last moment, 
He knocks you to the ground, 
Drowning you with chocolate, 
So you can't make a sound, 
He'll take you to his lair, 
That's far far away, 
And lock you in a dungeon, 
Until his stomach wants to play. 

Thanks for reading, 

Sunday, 15 April 2018

NaPoWriMo Day 15

Hello Readers,

Welcome to day 15 of national poetry writing month. I've tried something different for today's poem, in the form of an Haiku.

(image by Efrainstochter, Pixabay artist)

Haiku for Spring 

Spring is here again,
A soft blossoming embrace,
Winter has been slain.

Thanks for reading,