A Little Something New

In 2018, I moved to the City. It was an exciting adventure and I made a point of looking at some activities I might be able to do while living here. Things that had often crossed my mind but were unattainable while living in the village I was raised.

Some things were an exciting thought, put off until later because of being in an unknown area and some were done, accomplished with delight.

Pole dancing – a way to keep fit while having fun… Last year, I had not known the area, it was too far away, it was something to keep in mind for a later time.


I tried something new, I socialised and became aware of where the location of the pole dancers were. I went, I tried, I left.

6 fundamental pole dancing lessons signed up for – 3 lessons achieved. While the first lesson had been fun, something different. The following 2 lessons were less so. I did not enjoy them as much as my initial lesson, this was not for me.

But I tried.

November was a month of trying.


Lesson Prompt:
Write a 250 word story. Person A wakes up to find Person B sitting on the edge of their bed. Person A reacts…

The time is 6:40am. Sun is just starting to shine through the curtains, making silhouettes appear on the walls. It is early, the birdsong being the only sounds coming from the streets below.
The small room was taken up mostly by the bed standing in the middle of the room, a cluttered floor surrounding it. Alex lays blissfully unaware of the person appearing in his room. They tread slowly and carefully through the organised chaos of his room until they make it to the side of his bed, slowly sitting down on the edge.
As she sits there looking down at the back of Alex’s head, an ominous feeling starts to come across the room. The blank look on her face not being one of contentment, but of utter indifference.
Alex starts to slowly stretch as he becomes aware of his surroundings. Taking in the sunlight streaming into in the room, he moves onto his back, reaching for his phone. Startled by a presence beside him, his body jolts as he tries to move away. His instincts to get away work against him as he falls over the other side of the bed and lands with a dull thump.
He slowly raises his head to look towards the intruder, suspicion evident in his eyes. His sleep addled brain finally takes in the young girl starring at him and manages to ask, “Who are you?”
The girl, silently rises from the bed, sadness shining in her eyes as she leaves.