Queenstown is the Extreme Sports capital of New Zealand, probably of the world. Name an extreme sport and chances are if it’s not readily available, they can arrange it for you. So what do two, non-sports (much less extreme sports) oriented older people do in Queenstown? We’ve taken the bus into “The Remarkables” shopping area, wandered the town’s back streets and lakeside neighborhoods. We’ve walked along the lake and stopped for tea and scones at a wonderful little coffee shop or two. Been revitalized at the Hilton’s wonderful spa. For our final day of wanderings, we set back across Lake Wakatipu to the Queenstown docks and the Queenstown Gardens. Continue reading “Wide Eyed Wanderings — Queenstown Gardens, New Zealand”
Tag: Creative writing
Just Jot it January # 22
Today’s Just Jot it January prompt from lindaghill.com is brought to us by Pamela — Curiosity
Curiosity
She lay crouched, belly low to the ground. The grass waved a bit above her stealthy form. Eyes focused intently, it was there, she knew it was, she had seen it only moments ago. What was it? Would it come again? The curiosity was like an itch screaming to be scratched. Still she waited, barely breathing, low and slow she crept ever closer. Suddenly, there it was a scant movement of the soil. Wait, wait … and she pounced, GOTCHA!
“Snowball it’s time for dinner,” her human’s voice rang from the front stoop. Snowball proudly carried her prize, a tiny mole, dropping it at the human’s feet.
Word count 107
Til next time ~Peace ~JPP
Just Jot it January 20 – Pixie Serendipity
For Just Jot it January today’s prompt Serendipity brought to us by Jill
Pixie Serendipity
Shara had a stitch in her side from the flat out run across the meadow but now they were at the edge of the forest and she slowed to a quick walk, glancing behind her and gasping for air. Continue reading “Just Jot it January 20 – Pixie Serendipity”
Magic Rises
Sage bundle burns bright
vines of smoke climb high and fade
feel the magic rise
For ronovanwrites weekly haiku challenge prompt: sage and vine
Pop on over and read the some really great stuff.
Til next time ~Peace ~JPP
Love Songs – a Haiku
Palm trees sway, lights dim
music of the night begins
songs of love tonight
Til next time ~Peace ~JPP
Twittering Tales – Cauldrons Three
Three black pots hung over the fire.
“One for biscuits, one for stew and one for witchly brew,” the old crone cackled.
She ate her meager supper, sipped her tea and gazed at the stars. Memories of an age gone by when she and her sisters glimpsed the future through the magic eye.
Character count 278
For Kat’s Twittering Tales do come join the fun.
Til next time ~Peace ~JPP
Home Again a Tell the Story Challenge

Fandango tagged me for this story challenge where we are supposed to:
- write something in response to the photo you are given (above)
- pick a picture of your own (see the end of the post), and
- tag three other bloggers to do the same.
Home Again
Xerena waved a hand and unbound the wards on her front door. Inserting the key in the mundane lock, she shouldered the door open. Dropping her knapsack on the floor, she looked around. The flat was tiny, old and cluttered, but it was home. Continue reading “Home Again a Tell the Story Challenge”
The Fires of Life
For Kira’s incredibly inspiring Sunday Scribble — do come join in on the magic carpet of your imagination.
The Fires of Life
Flames rise higher in the night
Waves of fire in pure delight
fan the flames and feed the fire
send it scorching, higher, higher Continue reading “The Fires of Life”
Just Jot it January 13
For Just Jot it January brought to us by lindaghill.com
Thanks to Teresa for today’s prompt: Undiscovered
Workout
Gwren was flustered. No, it was more like, frustrated, no more like angry, no pissed off, that what he was royally pissed off! He pulled his sword and proceeded to exact his revenge for the unappealing emotion on an unoffending oak tree. He struck and dodged and danced in a training routine, magic flowing into the blade as he struck again and again. It was good to be training, it took all his attention. No distractions. He whirled the blade overhead and brought it down in a solid blow that completely severed a branch the size of an ogre’s arm. Continue reading “Just Jot it January 13”
Santa Syndrome a jusjojan # 11 tale
“Where is he?” Detective Stryder demanded.
“Flew the coup, sir.”
Detective Stryder turned to the newbie in blue, “have you searched the house? Thoroughly?” Continue reading “Santa Syndrome a jusjojan # 11 tale”