Message in a bottle

Message in a bottle

I’m lying on my local beach when something glistens in the corner of my eye, as I lift my hand to shield the irritating gleam, I realise that it is a bottle. I hitch myself up onto my elbows, and lean slightly. I reach over to the bottle and lift it up. Whilst inspecting it, I see there is a message waiting to be read! Eager too find out what the message could possibly say, I push the lock button on the top of the bottle, which reveals the pass code lock. Hmm, what could the pass code be? I scan the bottle for clues. Nothing. Normal glass bottle, blue metal lid. Lid! I look for the sell-by date on the rim of the lid, 03/09/99. Aha! I shorten this date and tap, 3999, into the pass code lock. I’m in! I tap the message icon.

Ok, see you in 5 x

Oh, all that for a boring old message. Ah well, back to sunbathing.


Scattered Mind – Scattered Writing.

My writing often scatters across the page.

Scattered like my mind.

I wonder what would matter,

from what I leave behind.


My belongings are empty,

but my love is full,

my heart forever pounding,

but my aesthetics are null.


Where we’re going is fresh and bright;

like a clear sky.

Wont take my belongings.

They scatter my mind.

A World Through Lo-Fi: Using Filters on Your Images

Enjoyed this post, I am one too go Filter Crazy! I’ve been trying them out recently on photo’s of myself, and overall, i preferred the original of myself! Perhaps now I will reconsider before unnecessarily adding a filter.

The Daily Post

Earlier this month, we discussed cropping as a quick fix to your images. Since Instagram, Hipstamatic, and similar photo apps and editors are so popular, let’s talk about using the filters on these types of tools, too. If you’re already using filtered images on your blog, or if you’re wondering if it’s worth experimenting with, dive in.

Some photographers would rather not use instant effects, like Instagram’s popular Earlybird and Lo-Fi filters, at all. In some cases, you might take a perfectly fine photograph and taint it with unnecessary saturation and contrast (which Leanne Cole touched on in her editing tutorial).

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Other point of views – For the Dailypost

“HELLO MUM.” My daughter says loudly over Skype. I’ve finally managed to get the internet working. Useless thing.

“Hello pet! You alright? How’s Charlie? How’s Owen? What’s the weather like?” I reply too my daughter Sheryl.

“I’m alright mum, can you hear me? The kids are fine, enjoying school. It been snowing actually!” She says again even louder.

“Yes I can hear you love, you don’t need to shout.” I laugh at my daughter who’s enunciating all her words. “Snow you say? I thought I read that on the internet. Make sure you keep warm.”

“I know mum, What’s it like in Spain? Still windy?” She asks.

“Actually its been lovely today. Nice and hot. No wind.” I tell her.

“Lucky for some! Wish I wasn’t stuck here sometimes!”

“Oh love. You wouldn’t change it for a thing i’m sure.” I smile.

“Oh Charlie no!” I hear my daughter shouting at her son in the background. “Oh sorry mum I’ve got too go, Charlie’s just got paint all over the carpet!”

“Oo no okay pet, Skype me when you can.” I say, “Ta da love.”

“Bye mum.”


I switch off the laptop and run over to Charlie. “You’re so naughty!” I say too my 2 year old, who is sat in his nappy smiling. Sometimes I think he does it on purpose. I wish Abe would help out a bit more. Or maybe if mum lived closer, I could have some time too myself for once. I sigh. Mum lives in Spain, she retired there. We live in Scotland, where mum is originally from. I met Abe through college and we’ve been together for 16 years.. Feels longer. He works and I stay at home with the kids. He finishes work then goes to the pub with his friends most nights. He never asks me too go. Sometimes I feel a bit depressed. Like my kids are all I have in life. Speaking of Abe, he should be back now. I wonder where he’s got too. Perhaps I’ll send him a text.


You on your way home? Charlie’s spilt paint everywhere and Owen is poorly. Need your help!

I put my mobile down and put my face into my hands. Does she have too go on all the time?

“Am I keeping you?” Sophia smiles at me.

I switch back too reality and my secretary is sat in the passenger seat of our people carrier.

“No! Sorry, just my mate Tom asking about tonight.! I say, grinning at her big, bulging chest.

She giggles a cute little girly laugh, “Thank you for the ride home.” She smiles.

“Its fine, you’re such a fantastic secretary. And I cant let a young girl like you walk home alone this late.” I explain.

She giggles again, “Oh I’m sure i’m older than you think”

Old enough. I think to myself.

“Thanks again for the ride!” She says and slowly leans towards me. Her massive tits practically falling out of her skimpy shirt. She gives me a hug. I pat her back awkwardly, feeling her boobs pressing against my chest. Oh god.

“Later.” I mumble.

She gets out the car and walks up her path. I remember when Sheryl was that age. So full of life and energy. Horny every night. Now we’ve got the kids and I cant remember the last night she even tossed me off…


“Hey mum!” I say as I get through the door.

“Alright love, how was work? Did Mr Barclay give you a lift again?” My mum replies.

“Yeah.” I say, “Going upstairs got some stuff too do.”

“Okay.” Mum replies.

I get too my room and kick off my heels. Home at last.

I message my boyfriend Harry, Hey baby, I missed you today. What you doing?

Same old. He replies

Oh okay. No luck with job searching then :/

Nope. How was work?

It was fine baby.

Creepy boss stare at your hooha’s again?

Yeah :/ So awkward.. he’s like 50 atleast!!

I’ll knock him out if I see him.

Haha, its fine I don’t mind.

Yeah i’m sure you don’t.

What’s that supposed too mean?



I’ve seen what you wear too work. Getting your tits out as much as possible. You love the attention.

Harry101 is offline.


She doesn’t understand does she? Thinking she’s secretive. I’ve followed her too work before. She acts like a little slut. I need a mature woman. She’ll do for now though. I start rolling a joint.


That’s my phone, Hello, seen ur advert on babysitting website are you still interested in babysittin?

I sigh too myself. Moneys money I guess.

Hey yeah sure I am.

Is £5 an hour okay for a couple of hours tonight?

Yeah that’s fine.

Okay brilliant. thanks love.

She send her address with kisses. Haha, milf or what.


“Alright Sher.” Abe walks in the door taking off his tie.

“Hello love,” I give my hubby a kiss, “Did you have a good day? Why are you late?”

“Paperwork. So much paperwork. I’m off out tonight with Dave and the lads.”

I sigh. Of course he is.. I’m glad really. I booked a babysitter tonight so I can go out too.


The babysitter arrives shortly after Abe leaves.

“Hey.” The young lad says at the door.

“Hello, please come in. I’m Sheryl.” I say.

“I’m Harry.” He says.

I smile at him feeling awkward. “Do you have much experience with kids?”

“Ive got little brothers.” He smiles,”I’m good with them honest. Go out and have a good night.”

“Thank you love. I’ll just finish getting dressed.”


I was right when I thought she was a milf. She’s sexy as. For a old bird I mean. I wonder where she’s going. I wonder if she’s got a bloke. I sit on the sofa and flick through the channels.

A few moments later she comes downstairs. Wow!

I stand up.. “You uh.. Um..” I stammer.

She laughs, “Do I look alright?” She asks me.

I stare at her, “You certainly do.” Her tits are bulging out of a tight, black, shiny dress. She looks incredible yet so mature. “Where are you going?”

She stands in front of me, then her smile turns into a frown. “Nowhere.” She says. She sits on the arm of the sofa.

“Are you okay?” I ask her.

“Not really. I was going too follow my husband out tonight. He keeps being secretive. Late home from work, and out more than usual wearing his best aftershave..” She admits.

“Oh.” I say. I listen to her talk about her husband for a while. She seems really sad. “If I was your boyfriend. I’d never leave you alone. You’re so fit.”

“Oh..” She smiles and blushes slightly, “Thank you Harry..”

I stare into her eyes and she stares back, then I lean in and kiss her.


His lips are so smooth.. What am I doing!? I push him away, “What are you doing!?” I shout.

“I thought…”

“Well you thought wrong! Get out!” I shout.

He picks up his jacket and shuffles out the front room. I sit down on the sofa for a moment and touch my lips. What a thrill…

“Harry?” I call out. I hear him rush back to the room.

“Yes mam?” He says.

I walk over too him slowly, grab his ass. And stick my tongue in his mouth. We fall onto the sofa and our clothes slowly come off. He’s so gorgeous. I want him so bad… “Fuck me.”


I’m chatting away to the taxi driver about all the grandchildren, “This ones Owen.. Oh and this is Laney oh she’s lovely, she’s my oldest grand daughter, Bethany’s daughter…”

“Very good Mam. That’ll be £12 please.” He says.

“Oh we’re here already brilliant.” I say. I hand him £15, “Thank you love, keep the change!”

He gets out my bags and I walk down the pathway too my daughters house, the door is slightly open! Strange. I walk in and the house is silent, I hear a faint scream from the living room, throw my bags down and run in.

“Sheryl?” I say, in shock.



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Teenage Dramas Carried On Into Adulthood – Girlfriends

When I was in High School. I was the first too have a serious boyfriend. Our relationship started in Year 10 and carried on for 3 years. For the first year of our relationship, all I got from my girlfriends was.. ‘We don’t want too know what you and him got up too on the weekend.’ ‘We don’t care about his new job.’ ‘We don’t want you to bring him out with us tonight.’ All these are good examples of what was said on several occasions. I didn’t speak about him much, didn’t mention things I was excited about too my friends, although I thought this was one of the things you’re supposed to do with girlfriends? Well, they didn’t want too know. I kept our relationship private. Which was fine, I got on with it and me and him had a great relationship.


After the first year, a few of my other friends started having relationships. That’s when they started coming to me, ‘Did you have this problem?’ ‘Does your boyfriend do this?’ ‘What do you do when you’re both bored?’ Oh so now they want too talk about relationships and listen too my stories? It didn’t seem fair, there were times where I really needed a friend too have a moan too about boy troubles and none of them were interested.


My best friend though, she didn’t have a boyfriend till we just left high school. She was the main one always saying, ‘I don’t want your boyfriend too hang out with us.’ ‘I don’t care about so and so’s boyfriend or what they do together.’




As soon as her first serious relationship started, ‘Ben this. Ben that.’ ‘Ben’s new job. ‘Me and Ben do this and that when we’re alone.’ Oh right! So now, you want me too listen? Ha!


I grinned and bared it. That’s what friends are for. And I’m a good friend.


Now I’m older and high school is just a thing of the past. I’m in a fairly new relationship with someone whom I love and want too talk about.


I’m not friends with the girls from high school any more. My new best friend though. Just as bad! ‘I don’t care.’ She would say. ‘Do you have too text him all the time?’ Rolling her eyes whenever I mention his name. I told her she’d be the same once she got a boyfriend. Smitten and loved up. It would seem I am right..


She’s finally got her first ‘boyfriend’ and what do you know? CONSTANT TEXTING. CONSTANTLY TALKING ABOUT HIM.


Guess you’ve got too grin and bare these things now matter how old you are. That’s what friends are for right?

A second chance ? – Short story.

I was with Road again tonight, it feels like he’s getting fed up of me. It was quiet except from the faint howl of trees in the wind. I break the silence;

‘How many days have we shared now?’

‘Many.’ He replies.

‘Are you getting fed up of me?’ I say quietly.

‘Sometimes. You’re messy. When you’re Blackberries go rotten, you throw them in the gutter. You shake your goods too any passer by.’

‘I’m sorry, I take advantage.’ I say sympathetically.

‘Fault is not yours.’

‘It is. I get into the same situation but you always take me back.’


‘Too me more than anyone else. I don’t see you letting anyone else on you.’

‘For me, there’s only one.’

‘That’s really sweet.’ I say sadly, feeling guilty.

‘Don’t be sad. Road is fine.’

Its darker now that night has fallen. I decide too go to bed, its been a long day. Lots of business.


Moments later, I awake. I cant even recall dropping off. I hear voices and turn around.

My heart stops.

Road is with someone else.

I stay as still as possible to hear them, its windy and I cant help but shake slightly;

‘I’m so glad you’re here for me.’ a female voice says.

‘Always.’ Road replies.

‘You’re so handsome. You’re flawless. The best road around.’

‘You make me blush.’

‘Thank you for keeping me stable.’

‘Pleasures mine. For me, there’s only one.’

I run out and see the female voice is tree. Tree. How dare she? How dare Road.

‘Road! How could you?’ I shout.

‘Berry? Its not what it looks like.’

‘It certainly looks like something to me.’ I cry.

Road sighs, ‘I’m sorry you had to find out like this.’

I laugh. ‘I can do better than you.’

‘I know you can, that’s why I leave you my little Berry bush.’

I turn away.

‘Berry. Tree is different. She never leaves me. You leave me for anyone that will have some of you. You change everything about you. Tree stays the same apart from hair trim now and again.’

I feel the street lights glaring at me. I feel embarrassed.

‘I hope you’re happy.’ I hiss at tree. She laughs smugly. I despise tree. When she gets said, ‘Hair trim.’ She leaves her shit all over the place, all over my berries.

‘Maybe you shouldn’t have taken advantage of Road. I think he’s brilliant. A real keeper, he’ll be around for as long as I live and as will I too him. But you? You’re just a bush. Someone will remove you when they realise you’re good for nothing. Or you’ll die and rot away.’


I turn away. I look at the garden behind me. Flowers and Weeds are trying not too stare. Grass sympathizes, ‘We’re here for you. You were good too road at times. Flirty with some. But good too him. Never went with anyone else. We’re here for you.’

I appreciate it. But she’s wrong. I was terrible too Road. I don’t deserve him. I was constantly bugging him asking him questions, telling him too take me places. I feel my twigs curling, and some berries drop off. I shrink smaller and smaller. My beautiful green leaves turn too brown. Tree was right. I’m dying. I’m just a measly little blackberry bush that nobody cares about.


The next day a little boy is playing on Road. He runs over to Berry. ‘Oh.’ He says sadly.

‘What’s up Jamie?’ A lady says.

‘The blackberry bush Mum, it’s all brown.’

‘Oh what a shame.’ She says inspecting Berry. ‘I know Jamie, lets go get a shovel and scoop it out. We’ll try and plant it in the garden and nurse it back too health.’ She smiles.

‘Oh yeah! Great idea mum!’ The boy says.


A few months later, its a calm, sunny day and the boy is kicking a ball in his garden. He takes some berries off the healthy bush him and his mum planted. The bush shakes. He looks around, and shrugs.

‘Hey mum.’ The boy says, ‘Want some berries? There pretty tasty.’

‘Thank you Jamie.’ His mum smiles.

‘You know mum, I could have sworn that blackberry bush said thank you a minute ago.’

His mum laughs, ‘Oh Jamie, you’re a nutter.’

£1 for a spare coffee?

Who thinks they could be on the streets in the severe weather conditions we’ve had lately? Cold, wet, wind. Actually let me rephrase that… Freezing, Drenched, No shelter. Strangers giving you dirty looks and looking down their noses at you huddled up on the stone cold, hard ground. Few people sympathizing and throwing a few pennies in your direction. Those that don’t want you too talk to them so they pretend to be busy and rush along. That’s sad isn’t it? No friends. Who wants to know you or talk to you when you don’t even have a home?

  I went too my local place for good shopping just before Christmas 2013. It was heavily pouring down with rain, plus winds nearly sweeping me off my feet and I was freezing!  

Must mention at this point, whenever I go to a busy shopping centre, I intend to help a homeless person and some sort of way, however I refuse to give them money. A lot of people judge homeless people and think that if you give them some money, they’re likely too spend it on drugs/alcohol/cigarettes. This is unfortunately true in some cases. However, i’m no expert in drugs, but i’m pretty sure you cant get a fix on the few pennies you’ve saved up over a few days.  

Anyway. Back to my story.

  As I was hurrying along to the cafe I go to for lunch, a homeless woman was huddled up on the pavement, with a few belongings. She had a soaking wet blanket pulled over her legs and a waterproof coat which was falling apart covering her head. She was soaked! Not even bothering to ask any of the passers by for ‘spare change’.   As I hurried by this woman, (I was in a rush to get out of the rain) and got indoors to my cafe, I wavered for a moment. I just wanted too help in some way like I always do, but there isn’t a lot you can do when its pouring down outside. How can I keep her company and have a conversation when the weathers like that?   I walked back over to the women and stood next too her, ‘Hi.’ I said, ‘Would you like to come have some lunch with me? I’m eating on my own, and could use the company!’ I stood there dancing between my feet and holding my arms because I was cold and do not enjoy getting wet. She sat still, looking at me with a faint smile of appreciation on her face. ‘I would really like that.’ She said. ‘However, someone promised me they’d come back with £5 so I can stay in a hostel tonight and I really think I should wait.’ I didn’t want too start bugging her, and didn’t want too pry. I asked if she was sure, and suggested buying her a coffee. She accepted the coffee so I went nearby too grab a coffee which was less than £1 even in the closest expensive coffee shop! And a packet of crisps. Put the 3 sugars in that she asked for, and took over a little pot of milk. ‘Thank you so much.’ She said, ‘Have a great christmas.’  

I felt happy for a moment, but sad as well. I don’t think anyone will come back too give her £5.

  It took 7 minutes out of my day too chat too her, buy her a coffee, and return it too her. And I’m sure that coffee warmed her up a bit, and helped her get through the day.  

If she’d have come too have lunch with me, that would have been £4. I go to a bargain cafe and that’s how much a breakfast with a drink is. Too me, that’s not a lot of money for helping someone get through a day.

  Just going too throw this out there as its something I feel strongly about. Maybe the next time you see a person huddled on the street, just say ‘hello, can I buy you a hot drink?’ It doesn’t take much effort, money or time. And they really do appreciate that small gesture.

“Be the change you wish too see in the world”