The Attic Has Been Unlocked

Thank you to one and all that took the time and went to so much effort to enter my giveaway.

Your imaginations are such fruitful and vibrant places and I am grateful that you gave me the privilege of taking a wonder through your dream worlds for a little while.


This contest has planted a seed in my head! I shall reveal the details next Friday but in the meantime please do keep your noodles ticking over tales, poems, pictures and photos for me as new additions shall be rewarded!

Apologies for being as clear as mud!! My vagueness is intentional 🙂

Now to reveal my winner:


Your narrative gripped me!

Your imagery conjured vivid flourishes in my mind.

I am there, flicking through a gold paged book seeking a recipe for dispelling melancholy and I have a luminescent jelly in my pocket.

Plumes of violet smoke seep through the bottom of the door filling the air with light blueberry scent. As the door swings open, a beautiful room dimly lit by candlesticks is revealed. Glints of light sparkle, catching the eye. The attic is filled with troves of treasures once possessed by sea captains–pearls, emeralds, exotic blue stones scatter the velvet paved floor. Long forgotten paintings of naked ladies draped over satin hang on the walls. Silk cushions in an array of splendid colours surround a jeweled hookah, which is silently puffing the sweet purple perfumed clouds into the air.

If one shined a light into this open space one would find young woodland animals dreaming quietly, tucked away behind potted plants or hanging from vines from the ceiling. Fruit from faraway lands lay in gleaming silver bowls, waiting to be tasted. The room is expanding as you walk through, you find more treasures, fans made of peacock feathers, onyx statues of hunting dogs, books filled with gold pages. Ahead, floating neon jellies expand and contract, swimming in the air, trailing along the checkered ceilings that go on and on and into darkness.

This attic is the room of sacred muses. It is where one’s mind wanders while in sleep, creating dreams of paupers and warlords; fantasies of saints and whores.

Manuka Honey Rebel!

You win my mystery prize.

Your painting made my day and somehow fitted wonderfully with Lily’s tale.

Please email me your addresses for I would like to send your booty on to you soon.

Now that my attic has been dreamed up and furnished with your brilliance, you can seek it out upon a special page:

Tales from The House of Blues

Be sure to visit!

Be sure to take note for it shall put you in good stead for next weeks announcement.