Long Time No Speak

Hello everybody!

It’s been so long since I made a post on here, it feels like it’s been forever! For that I apologise (if anybody’s bothered haha). Basically this is just a post to say that you should be expecting some activity from me very soon as I intend to try to write again. In the meantime however I have gone back to my photography blog and edited out all the bugs. Turns out that a lot of my photos weren’t visible anymore for one reason or another. But that shall no longer be a problem! So please guys, if you could help me out by taking a look for me, that would be fantastic 🙂 my other blog is called Caught in the Frame .Please follow the link and check it out!

Thank you 🙂


One Lovely Blog Award

I’d like to start off by saying a big thank you to Carter Vail for nominating me, I’m honoured that you would think I deserve this!

Here are the rules of this Award:

1. Thank the person who nominated you.

2. Add “One Lovely Blog Award” Logo.  Done.

3. Share 7 facts/things about me:

My favourite genre of music is rock.

I am obsessed with animals and I am an animal rights enthusiast.

I have an amazing boyfriend.

I have an unhealthy obsession with Eminem, Chad Kroeger and Hayley Williams.

I suffer from extreme stupidity when it comes to Maths.

I love photography- see my second blog here: Caught in the Frame.

I’m terrified of spiders.

4. Nominate 15 bloggers who I admire and inform them by commenting on their blogs:

Something Like a Sto…

Cloud Gatherings

bradford graham west

A Slice of Life

Halfway Amazing


Girl of the night

My Book Self


The obvious and hidd…

Vit Peyr

Ray Ferrer – Emotion…

the bippity boppity …



Sorry if some of you fellow bloggers have already been nominated, you don’t have to do this again haha! Thank you again to Carter Vail for the nomination, it was much appreciated 🙂

Thank You!

This is just a post to let you all know that I recently received 200+ likes on this page!

Thank you all so much for your time and your opinions, without you I would have stopped posting ages ago. Fingers crossed for another 200+ in the future!

Just a shame that my other blog still isn’t doing too well! If you guys wouldn’t mind checking it out, here it is: Caught in the Frame .

Thank you to anybody who takes the time out to have a nosy around, you’ll be doing me a huge favour 🙂 If you like it, please don’t hesitate to recommend to friends/followers 🙂

Photography Blog

Hey guys,

This post is just to let you all know about my photography blog, Caught in the Frame.

Unfortunately, although I am proud of some of my photos on there, it has been much less successful than this blog.

So, I’m asking you for a favour. If you are interested in photography, please just take a look at it here: http://amymarshall97@wordpress.com
Or, recommend me to a friend. If you feel like it.

Thank you!

Daily Prompt: Autumn Leaves


I’m not very good at making poems rhyme, but hey, they don’t have to. Enjoy.

Temperatures drop,
But my heart warms up.

Canopies bare,
A carpet of leaves.

A change of season
Means a change of colours.

Green fades to red,
Fades to orange,
To yellow.
To brown.
They die,
They fall down.
While the corners of my mouth rise upwards.

As there is in life,
There is a beauty in death.

The flames of a million candles are snuffed,
But this fire can be rekindled.

Wildlife Rescue

Last Saturday (I’ve been meaning to post this for a while but I keep forgetting) I did some work experience up at Bedfordshire Wildlife Rescue. I’m going to tell you all about it, you lucky things!

When filling in the application form, I thought to myself, “wow, this place sounds big and fancy!”…this was not the case. It was a woman’s back garden. Now, don’t get me wrong, this wasn’t really a problem, it’s just that it was very tricky finding it on Google maps. It wasn’t listed as an actual establishment, so I then had to scour the internet to try and find the actual address, and Google Mapped that instead. When I actually arrived there, it was no easier. Her house was extremely well hidden and quite small, so no wonder they had been short of volunteers. They’d probably shown up but not been able to find it, so went home again! They really should put up a big sign or something instead of complaining about the ex-volunteers not showing up.

The small size of the house wouldn’t have been a problem if they really had been lacking in volunteers- but they weren’t. This place was so quaint that it could barely hold four of us, so, needless to say, attending to all the animals and cleaning out the cages was a difficult task, one which required us to tango around each other every time we needed to move somewhere.

Most of the people there were really friendly and helpful…but. My Mum had been quite offended by the woman who ran the place when we were first introduced at her garden gate. We had exchanged pleasantries and the woman, Sam, had let me in. She’d still had the gate open to my Mum, though. When my Mum had asked if she could come in, take a look around and see the pigeon we had given them to look after a few weeks previously, Sam had stated that they were busy right now and just shut the gate in my Mum’s face, not even giving me a chance to thank her for the lift there. Good start to the day.


A woman whose name I cannot for the life of me remember, was introduced to me and told to show me the ropes. Sam then disappeared, only to reappear every few hours or so but hardly address me, nor ask me how things were going, nor offer me a drink, a break, or directions to the toilet. I did not ask to use her toilet because, luckily, it was not needed for the few hours I was there for. If I had, however, needed the loo, I would have been screwed. None of the other volunteers seemed 100% comfortable either and none of them once left the shed at the bottom of Sam’s garden to use the loo, eat, or wash their hands. Now that I think about it, that’s yet another necessity/right which I was not offered the opportunity to exercise.

Not only this, but I am slowly beginning to discover how unlucky I am. A pigeon died in the carrier I had moved him to while I cleaned out his proper cage, for me to discover him a few minutes later by placing my hand on his still warm chest, his little buddy next to him freaking the fuck out. I think he hated me.

Another bird, a huge wood pigeon, was fucking mental, too. He just wouldn’t let me scoop him up for about five minutes straight. No matter how hard I tried or how desperately I attempted to become friends with him, he was still more in favour of flapping his wings into a frenzy and whacking his head against the side of the cage than he was of letting me pick up his podgy body. Crazy bastard. He could have hurt himself.

THERE IS MORE. Two pigeons of opposite sexes were being kept in the same cage, with a fake egg there to encourage them to mate and create a real egg together. Cute? Just wait. When I went to clean out their cage, I had found another egg next to the fake one…it was warm. I was filled with this amazing happiness and pride in the pigeons for creating a cute little baby bird! But the cage had to be cleaned, so I had asked what to do with the real egg until I could put it back in the cage with the Mummy and Daddy birds (I am aware that once unattended eggs obtain the scent of a human, the parent birds tend to give up on it and keep their distance, but I wasn’t sure whether this would still be the case in such an environment). THE WOMAN TOLD ME TO THROW IT AWAY. IN THE BIN. A LITTLE BABY BIRD. Her reasoning for this? Apparently they didn’t have the facilities to accommodate and look after it in. NO SHIT. But if they can’t look after any more babies then why on earth were they encouraging those pigeons to mate? More to the point, why were they even being kept in the same cage? I feel so guilty and filled with regret for not saying this to her and standing up for what I knew was right…I feel so evil!

I was also not met by Sam at the time of my departure to be thanked for my help, nor was I shown her gratitude via text or email. Rude.

Despite these above factors, however, I have found pride in the fact that I helped those poor innocent animals and possibly made a friend…maybe? There was one girl there who was about my age and she was really nice to me after we got over the initial awkwardness. Although maybe that awkwardness was all in my head. I am totally in-sociable, after all. I think I may be an introvert, to be honest. Anyway, we got chatting after we’d both started to walk out and, after checking that I had the means to get home, she jumped in her car just down the road, only to take a brisk U-turn, drive back to me after seeing me struggle to contact my parents, and offer me a lift. I politely turned her down as she didn’t know her way around Dunstable, but the fact that she offered actually meant a lot to me as until then I had next to no reason to go back there, other than the eternal guilt I would feel for leaving those poor little animals.

I still chose not to go back there this Saturday and I’m on holiday over the next two Saturdays, but still. I’ll go back eventually.

It just feels like every workplace I go to has several people who just make me feel as though I don’t belong and are either rude or condescending, which prevents me from wanting to go back.

Although, I really need to get myself a proper job because I seriously need the money. Any offers, guys? I promise I won’t bitch about you over social media…

Daily Prompt: A Bookish Choice


I’m just gonna start off by saying that an even more awesome title for this Prompt would have been “A Novel Idea”…just my opinion 🙂

Anyway, in answer to the question which this Prompt imposes, I would much rather prefer to be a more obscure, less well known novelist. I would prefer for me to be able to touch only a few people’s lives with my work than to touch millions. It’s more special and personal that way.

However, believe it or not, I wouldn’t want to get into that status because of a fairy’s doing. That would mean changing myself and my natural abilities in order for people to like my work, and that would feel like playing against myself and not having faith in the things which I may or may not be capable of.

If I ever magically become a novelist, whether it be obscure or well known, I want it to be because of the “magic” of my own (currently non-existent) talents, not because some tiny person in a silly glittery dress waved a stick in the air.

Losing Faith in the Human Race


Today I am to speak to you about something a little more on the serious side. I would like to talk to you about a lethal condition which is currently spreading across the globe, gradually forcing its way through the majority of young people of my generation, and the generations after mine. This condition is known as utter, mind numbing, making me lose the will to live, brain cell obliterating, severe stupidity.

Those suffering from this condition are primarily those of us who were more susceptable to peer pressure and were more impressionable. People like this have now been overcome by the illness and have become…chavs. Mindless, English Literature abusing, blackberry utilising chavs.

Seriously, though. My sister had a friend stay over last week, and the most part of what they were saying was incomprehensible. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not old, I’m not totally behind with new slang words and shit, but it literally sounded as though they were making up new phrases and abbrieviations as they were going along. Allow me to demonstrate:

Nope, I can’t do it. My intellectual brain simply has not allowed me to memorise their strange new language.

This, along with ridiculously long fake nails, filthy orange skin, back-combed hair (which, by the way, just makes girls look like hobos), fake tits, flat tummies, air head tone of voice, hard girl/tough front to hide the fact that they cannot stand up for themselves for shit, and dumbass attitudes, had caused me to lose all faith in humanity.

Although most of these people reside in the generations after my own, this disease is beginning to infect more and more people of my age group. IT IS SPREADING PEOPLE, AND IT MAKES ME SICK. Physically sick.

It disgusts me to see the future of our society, scientific and intellectual progression and world in general go down the gloopy, green drain pipe which is the bane of my existance.

Whatever happened to real girls? What happened to natural beauty? What is so wrong about being smart that some people feel as though they need to “dumb themselves down”, to get ahead socially? What’s wrong with being pale instead of looking like you’ve been gang banged by Crayola?

Take some pride in yourselves, people! Come on. Let’s get back on track now, the joke’s over.

Why I Don’t Use WordPress Popularity Cheats

If you don’t know what I’m talking about, what I mentioned in the title are the cheat methods which are often presented to you by people who follow you on WordPress, who’s profile’s often state that you can gain a ridiculous amount of new followers and readers if you simply pay “just”…..your fucking life’s savings.

Okay, that may have been a slight exaggeration, but you get what I mean. These people are claiming that if you pay a certain amount of money, thousands, if not millions of people will somehow magically discover your blog.

Now, whether this may or may not be true, who of us would actually want to do this? Don’t we all want people to follow us due to our writing/blogging/photography/artistic abilities, rather than how much money we’ve given to god knows who?

If you still don’t see where I’m coming from then you clearly have one of two outlooks on the situation.
#1: You just don’t give a fuck.
#2: You’re new here and haven’t experienced this situation.

Me? I’m fairly new here, but I’ve been around long enough to know that I am strong enough to not cheat to gain folowers/likes/attention. There’s also the fact that I’m broke.

But you know, whatever.

The Very Inspiring Blogger Award



Thank you to My Book Self for nominating me for this award! I’m not so sure that I deserve it, but I am humbled by your decision to choose me as one of your nominees and I am very grateful 🙂

The rules are:
The nominee shall display the Very Inspiring Blogger Award logo on her/his blog, and link to the blog they got nominated from.
The nominee shall nominate fifteen (15) bloggers she/he admires, by linking to their blogs and informing them about it.
Write three things that inspired you the most this week.

15 Bloggers Who Inspire Me

1. Bruce Critchley’s Mu…

2. 2me4art

3. olivia in la la land

4. My Book Self

5. The top 10 of Anything and Everything!!!


7. The World of Andy La…

8. Colors In Los Angele…

9. Lead us from the Unr…

10. Vit Peyr

11. A Slice of Life

12. From my mind to your…

13.Part-broken, Part-wh…

14. HarsH ReaLiTy

15. This last space is reserved for my best friend, although if I tag her in this she’ll find out that I have a blog! I’m not ready to do this as her writing is so much better than mine and I’m self conscious about my work…she’s amazing though and one day I will tag her in this!

3 Things That Have Inspired me This Week

1. The way my best friend was able to pull through from something extremely difficult to deal with…I’m so proud of her and this inspires me to become a stronger person.


3. I wouldn’t say that I have inspired myself but I have shown myself this week how strong I can be when faced with a difficult situation which required a visit to the GP.


Thank you again to My Book Self for the nomination!