Write your story 3.

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Malabar Cash in Nepal

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Write your story 2.

Blog two in the Write Your Story series has me thinking about – doing a blog.  I write about writing because that’s my big interest.  ‘Ellis Hudson and the Lethal Liars,’ by Malabar Cash took over my life for a year.

What’s your passion?  Sailing might float your boat – blog about that and you may have a motley crew climbing aboard, or if it’s ornithology, a flock of folk interested in birds.  It’s highly unlikely that your ‘thing’ is so niches that nobody else is interested.

Writing a blog makes a difference in getting up in the morning, you never know who might be on your site, making a comment, becoming a follower, or even becoming a friend.  You do, though, have to keep a blog going – your followers will fall off if you flag.  Keep going – blogging will keep your mind off Brexit.

Or it’s back to writing your best seller.  What’s it going to be about?  Well, the most common story in the world is Cinderella.  It’s told over and over again, and it’s so successful – the downtrodden wretch; the ugly sisters; Prince Charming, the happy ending.  Think ‘Pretty Woman,’ for instance, for how many people is that their favourite film?  It’s Cinderella! The Chinese and ancient Greeks had a go at writing it.  So can you!

I should tell you how to get  ‘Ellis Hudson and the Lethal Liars’ by Malabar Cash

It’s a kindle book on Amazon uk.  You can ‘look inside’ the cover and read three chapters, before deciding to buy.  No Kindle?  Amazon has a free app.

See you tomorrow?  That would be nice – with a small story to talk about

Fab 4. Aishling, Myra, Maeve,Amy.
The Fab 4. Aishling, Malabar, Maeve, Amy.




Write your story

Lethal Liars cover
You know what they tell you – everyone has that story that’s personal to them.  There are also stories that are completely fiction and they are the ones that are the most fun to write.  That’s my opinion and of course, I’m right.

They say that fiction writers make up imaginary conversations between people who don’t exist.  It’s absolutely true, and it can be a whole lot of fun.

I write as Malabar Cash.  I write Ellis Hudson novels.  Ellis Hudson is my hero – he’s an ex- Scotland Yard detective.  He now works as a Private Eye in California.   I invented him some years ago when I belonged to a writers’ group.  That’s one way of learning the trade, but you can learn by being encouraged to hone your own skills.

I’ll try to do that if you stick around.

You’re going to have to have a thick skin and at least one friend who will check your work and point out grammatical errors.  That person will also tell you what they think of your story – (that’s where you need the thick skin.)  If you’re very lucky you will find a friend who also wants to write a story – a short story, a novel, or preferably a number one best seller – then you can get your own back.

I’m lucky enough to have an accomplice who writes books.  Crispin Keith writes fast action thrillers set in the not too distant future.  They’re good.  I’ve read them all and I would happily read them again if only I had the time.  You’ll find him on Amazon, ‘Hydra’ is his latest.  He writes about two in a year.  I write one in three years!

So sit down and think of your title.  That’s how I do it – and then a character.  It’s writing by the seat of your pants, but Jeffrey Archer admits to doing that, and he’s made a few million!  By chapter 15 you’re panic-stricken as to how it will end.  Or be sensible and work on a plot!

I wrote LaLa Land by Malabar Cash – No, not the musical, I had the name first.  I’ve just finished Ellis Hudson and the Lethal Liars.  Find them both on Amazon.  I’ve just started Ellis Hudson and the Bare Necessities – it’s about a Stripper.  Believe me, this game is addictive.


The Fairy who tore her wing.


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Once upon a time, all the fairies in Fairyland who had been good were allowed to come down to earth for one whole day.  They could fly away at sunrise on the strict understanding that they must be home before the sun had set.

Esmerelda was usually the naughtiest fairy, and very noisy, but she had tried very, very hard to be good, so she was allowed to go with the others.

‘If you come back late, you’re in trouble,’ Scary fairy said.

Esmerelda didn’t say anything naughty.


The fairies, knew that nobody could see them on earth, because fairies are invisible.  They sat on the end of spades when gentlemen were digging their gardens, and they scattered little weeds.  The gentlemen huffed and puffed and dug all over again.  The fairies laughed, but nobody heard anything.

Some fairies perched on clothes lines when ladies were pegging out the washing.  They pulled hard on the pegs.  Ping!  The pegs flew off and the ladies huffed and puffed when they bent down to pick them up.  The fairies rolled about laughing – they were having a great time.

Soon though, it was time to go home.  Everyone lined up for roll call.  Esmerelda was at the end of the line, huffing and puffing, because she was very nearly late.  One by one the fairies spread their wings and lifted into the air.  Then they flew in a straight line for Fairyland.

At last it was Esmerelda’s turn.

She got up on tip toe, held out her wings and waited for lift off.  Nothing happened!  She tried again, and then again, and then she looked carefully at each wing.  There was a tear, just big enough so that she couldn’t fly.  Couldn’t fly?  She must get back to Fairyland!

She sat down alone on a fallen branch and cried big, splashy tears.

Soon she heard a voice.  ‘What’s the matter?’  There was a bird on the branch she was sitting on:  a bird with bright red feathers.

‘Who are you?’ she asked.

‘I’m Robin Redbreast,’ he said.  ‘I’m at your service.’

‘I’ve torn my wing, and I can’t get back to Fairyland.  I must be back before sunset!’  Splash, splash went the tears.

‘If you can’t fly, I can give you a lift,’ he said.  ‘We’ll go to see the spider:  she’ll know what to do.’

Esmerelda wasn’t sure she liked spiders, but she needed a lot of help because she had to get back.  So she climbed onto Robin’s wing and they flew off to see his friend.

His friend was very plump.  She was enormous, and she was in the middle of a very big web.  She stared down at them as she listened to their tale of woe.

‘I’m Ida Spider,’ she said airily, ‘and I have plenty of thread.’  She shuffled some of her eight plump legs so that they could see the threads of the web she was sitting in.  ‘As you can see, this is a fir tree,’ she said importantly, so we have plenty of needles.  It is a small matter to sew up your wing, so stop those tears at once!  You are making me feel quite damp!’

Esmerelda hung on to Robin while Ida spider mended her wing with a cobweb of fine stitches.  At last it was done, and it didn’t hurt a bit.

Ida sat back and viewed her work.  ‘First Class,’ she said.  ‘You know; I could write you an alibi in my spidery handwriting?’

‘Thank you so much,’ Esmerelda said, ‘but I really must fly!’

Robin perched at the end of a branch.  He watched as she tried out her wings.  She fluttered them once, she fluttered them twice, and then she rose in a perfect arc into the sky.




‘Last as usual,’ said the gatekeeper, a fussy fairy, called Mary, with very thick spectacles. ‘You only had ten minutes left!’

‘A stitch in time saves nine.’  Esmerelda said.

‘You’re being naughty again,’ Mary fairy said.  ‘You’ll sit on the naughty step!’

‘You’ll have to catch me first!’  Esmerelda said – but she said it very quietly.


LaLa Land by Malabar Cash is an ebook  for Kindle: available on Amazon.co.uk.  Enjoy!

Un/Faithful blog prompt.

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File:Maliavanki FROM VILEIKA with LOVE 14.09.2013 Minsk 01.jpg


Ref:  Do I have faith?

After a lot of misgivings and flirting with atheism, then being agnostic but never sure – because I couldn’t quite believe there was nothing – I found out what I believe about faith.

Some years ago while listening to the radio I heard a man of God say:  It’s all quite simple – God is love.

Well, what a relief!

I had been brought up Plymouth Brethren, not a fun way to go through life – I left at 16 years old.  I had Roman Catholic friends and that didn’t quite fit.  I’d been saved by the Church of England, so I was officially a Christian for passport purposes.  I dissolved into tears at the sound of a Salvation Army Band because I knew I was a sinner.

And then:

That man who should know said – God is love.

I can believe in that wholeheartedly.


LaLa Land by Malabar Cash is an ebook  for Kindle: available on Amazon.  Enjoy!

For the prompt: Sorry, I’m busy.

A Lesson for Life.

I was young, and living alone in Canada.  I met another English girl who was very unhappy, homesick and had no way of getting home.  I chatted to her, felt I was cheering her up, and invited her to have tea with me after work the following day.

When it came to the next day I was busy and my place was a mess.  I had not bought any cake, and wished I had not made the commitment. I decided it was best to make it for another day.  I called the girl and explained.

I next heard of her in the local newspaper.  She had consumed a bottle of bleach, and though not dead was to remain in hospital with long lasting internal injuries.

I never saw or heard of her again, but she has remained on my conscience.  I know that it might have made a difference if I had not been too busy.

My lesson for life:  It doesn’t matter whether your place is a mess, or there isn’t any cake.  It matters that you make time for people.


Ref: blog A Tale of Two cities.

We’re asked:  If you could split your time between two cities, and only two, which would they be?


Maybe it’s because I’m a Londoner, that I love London so.  That’s one city, and the other would be New York, (that’s New York, New York!)

I suppose almost everyone loves the city that they were brought up in.  I am a city person, not one much for views.  I see a pleasant vista and think: ‘that’s nice, let’s move on.’  People – there’s the thing.  People make the world go around, not always very well, but better than scenery.

London and New York have characters whom I understand.  They have quick wit and a tongue to match.  Dorothy Parker, who wrote for the New Yorker once said:  “The first thing I do in the morning is brush my teeth and sharpen my tongue.”

I was once in a very frightening situation, of which I may write another time.  It involved a long dark corridor down which I was being pushed, helped along by a gun in my back.  I stopped dead: not going to go there.  I heard a London accent say:  ‘Use your loaf, duck, and you’ll be alright.’  So I did.  That voice was very comforting:  my virtue would remain intact.

‘Loaf’ is cockney rhyming slang for for ‘head.’  (Work it out.)  My head told me it was a robbery, and insurance would cover it.

The city of London has the tower.  The Tower of London is filled with ghosts:  history is in every stone.  I can feel those people.  John Donne, who married his cousin at the King’s displeasure.  He scratched on the wall:  “John Donne.  Anne Donne.  Undone.”  Wit, at a time like that!

New York has Ellis Island.  More ghosts, so many poor souls went through there.  Ellis island is, for me, steeped in anguish.  The people who got through, had made a hell of a journey and arrived in time for the Depression, and survived.  That is spirit.

There are so many great cities, most of which I don’t know, but I would be happy to split my precious time between London and New York.


LaLa Land by Malabar Cash is an ebook  for Kindle: available on Amazon.  Enjoy!

My Party, so My Rules!

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “RSVP.”

The brief was:  ‘Give a person you are close to a wonderful day.’  Where?  Who?  What was served?  What happened?

Due to circumstances, I don’t have anyone close to me.  Ah!  No, really that’s all right.  I am very close to myself.

I can have a wonderful time on this trip.  I can choose exactly what, and who, I want.  As I’ve inferred, I’m very fond of… me.  I’ve chosen the past, a long time ago when men were suave and women no better than they should be, but elegant with it.

So where?  It would have to be in the south of France, possibly Biarritz.  I reckon we could find a good billet there.  I can see my friends sipping something super in the bar.  A sumptuous bar, but a bar just the same.

Who they are is not difficult.  I have always thought that I’d enjoy a pie and a pint with Noel Coward.  He talks my language, well nearly.  He gives an example of ‘aplomb.’  “Entering a white tie and tails party wearing an ordinary suit, a man announced:  “Please, I don’t want anyone to apologize for overdressing.”

I love it.

I’d like Oscar Wilde at the table, he who was banged up in Reading Gaol.  Imagine the wit!  “I’m so clever,’ he’d say, ‘that sometimes I don’t understand a single word of what I’m saying.”   While I’m smiling at that, he’ll say:  “I don’t want to go to heaven; none of my friends are there.”  He and Noel will then vie for the best line.  I once read that my imaginary friend Noel Coward stated that love was the whole point of everything.  That might put him a few points ahead.

They are both very flip and clever, but then Oscar carries the day.  “You don’t love someone for their looks,” he says, “or their clothes, or for their fancy car, but because they sing a song only you can hear.”  That gets me where it hurts.  I have to look away.

For a female companion, it’s a no brainer, it’s Dorothy Parker.  She will drink a martini of course.  (Look that up!)  She’ll hold her own against the wit of the men.  I think I’ll explode as I hear her drawl:  “You can lead a horticulture, but you can’t make her think.”

The food?  I don’t give a damn about the food – I just don’t want to leave, but I must.

What happened?  Well nothing romantic happened, we’ve all got the wrong plumbing.

This party is over now, but as Dorothy says:

“If you wear a short enough skirt, the party will come to you!”

‘Ellis Hudson and the Lethal Liars’   ‘LaLa Land’ (Ellis Hudson crime fiction) by Malabar Cash are available as ebooks on Amazon.  Enjoy!

We all know Cats are Superior!

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “An Odd Trio.”

The prompt was to link a cat, a bowl of soup and a beach towel.  So, here we go.
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Chester had a smile like the Cheshire cat.  A black and white Cheshire cat, because that’s what he was, living as he did in the county of Cheshire, in England.   Chester smiled today because he was comfortable, lying on a pile of beach towels.  The beach towel on top was particularly fluffy.  It belonged to his Carer, the lovely Samantha.

Those in the know will catch on straight away that Chester is not near a beach, so something was up.  Samantha had a plan, and Chester was having none of it.  His best bet was to sit on the towels.

Chester liked to think that the town of Chester was named after him, but the reality was that it was named Deva Victrix  (Good grief!) by the Romans in AD74.  It was founded in the reign of Vespasian, having been one of the three main army camps at the time.  (How awful!)  It was in the Roman Province of Britannia.   It was made a city and re-named much later on, by somebody sensible.

Those pesky Romans, along with the dastardly French, were always a nuisance.  Chester was one of the last cities to fall to William the Conqueror in 1066.  (Giving himself that title, speaks for itself.)

Time passed.

Now Samantha was tickling behind his ear.  That was quite nice.  She put out a finger, and he nibbled at it, there was something tasty on that.  He sat up and took an interest.  Samantha was eating from a bowl of something, soup by the look of it.  Was it nice?  She had put some on a saucer and was pouring milk onto it.  Mmmm.

Curiosity.  Chester knew that curiosity killed the cat, but that was some other cat, and that was a delightful smell wafting over.  He got up and stalked to the table, leapt onto the chair, and…

Samantha had gone and collected the pile of beach towels!

How sneaky!  What a cheek!

Chester knew though, that he had won.

He was the cat that got the cream.


Chester would like to thank Wikipedia for its assistance in this matter.


LaLa Land by Malabar Cash is an ebook  for Kindle: available on Amazon.  Enjoy!

Say It With Flowers…

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Secret Admirers.

It happened, at the most inauspicious time.  I returned from a holiday with one of my girl mates to find my mother in a state of joyful trepidation.

‘Look in your bedroom,’ she said.

I could hardly get in the room.  I was blinded.  My bed was taken up by a huge bouquet of bright orange gladioli.  The room was lit up in the glow!

‘Who sent them?’  I asked.

‘I couldn’t find a card,’ said Mother, who was dying to get me off her hands, as she called it.

Then the penny dropped.  I knew the sender.  It was the very amusing, but utterly unattractive to me, casual boyfriend I thought I’d got rid of.  The irrepressible Neddy.

I am not one to have things hanging over my head.  ‘Out damned spot!  That’s my motto.  So when Neddy called to ask when he could take me out, I said – ‘Call for me tonight.’

How would I tell him?  What could I say?  How would I break the news that his sell-by date had passed?

We walked round the block, as I demanded.  We talked and I waited for the right moment, but he beat me to it.

‘I want us to be together.’ He clasped me and gazed into my eyes.

‘You mean…’  I gulped.  ‘You want to marry me?’

‘No,’ he said.  ‘But I thought we might move in together.’

I was a very moral Miss in those days, and the shock hit me like a blunderbuss.  Then I laughed, and he laughed and we hung on to each other, laughing like drains.

Somehow I conveyed that the party was over.  We separated, and remained good friends for quite a long time.

He went back to his old girlfriend, and they married.  (The irony wasn’t lost on me!)

As far as I know, they lived happily ever after.


LaLa Land by Malabar Cash is an ebook  for Kindle: available on Amazon.  Enjoy!