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Sharing My Unedited Writing Experiences & Life Experiences.


August 21, 2015

UPDATE: Gone Camping


Just wanting to let you know that I will be away this week (Aug 21-29) and will have limited to no internet connection. I will try to update when I can and check in with my favourite blogs while I’m away… but sadly trees don’t have wifi…

But Classy, why not use your phone?

Good question disembodied voice.

The answer is, where I am camping I will also have limited data/ cell reception. So no cell phone updates either…

Again I’m sorry, but look at it this way. I’ve got a week in the woods to write and get awesome stuff ready to share with all of you when I get back. That’s exciting, right? Right, guys? Guys…

Okay, enough of this. I need to finish packing the car and Mr. Canuck is giving me the stink eye so I better be heading.

Toodles for now.

Classy 🙂

Old Word Friday: Niblings

I love this word. It sounds so funny but it makes sense. Why don’t we uses these words any-more? Why‽


The children of your siblings. Your nieces and nephews.



I’m babysitting my niblings today.


My sister is having to deal with the niblings this weekend.


I have three niblings: James, Chris, and Molly.


Writing Prompt: Strange Letter


Liora sat, swinging her feet as they knocked against the wooden barrel. It was mid-afternoon, while the sun beat down on the empty street.

Looking to the left she could see a woman beating a rug with a broomstick, while further down the road a man was slaughtering chickens. Dentrim was strange that way. Everyone had their own shops or workspaces but no one ever worked in them.

A large shadow moved to block the sun from above her, as she turned to see a large fellow with a missing eye standing beside her. There were all sorts of strange folk in the big city, but this monstrous man looked at her with a dopey sag in his face.

“Can I help you?” She asked, unsure what the man’s intentions were.

She gripped tightly to the edge of the barrel, hoping he wasn’t going to try and take her. There were enough people for her to make a scene, but all those fears faded when he handed her a letter.

“Wed told me to give this to yah.”

By Wed, Liora was certain he meant Red.


Taking the letter in her hands, Liora watched the man lumber off back down the road. He must have been part of the same group of thugs the boy was in, although she wasn’t at all certain about that.

The boy was supposed to meet with her. He had said he would, but instead he got a stranger to deliver a letter. A letter that turned out to be four words.

‘Can’t Make It. – Red’

He can’t be bloody serious. Liora crumpled up the parchment before jumping off the top of the barrel. Who did he think he was leaving her waiting for him in the streets of a dangerous city? Why did he say he would come and then turn around to say he couldn’t make it?

Something didn’t sit right. There was a gnawing in her stomach telling her there was something strange. The boy was supposed to meet with her so she could bring him to the castle. Red was supposed to be leaving those street thugs to start a new life, free from the crime of the streets.

This wasn’t him. She could feel her heart quicken at the sudden realization of what could have happened. Oh Gods… I need to find Caldor.

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