Pick of the day

Weeds

 

your head rocks gently

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Story of the week

Doing it

“Night bus to Eastwell not due for nearly an hour?”
“Yeah, guess,” grunted the kid. He couldn’t see his face; the grey hood of his jacket was up.
He sat down on the far edge of the uncomfortable red plastic perch. The kid shuffled his way towards the other end, kicked the discarded drinks cartons and KFC box out of the way. Then: “Bit old to be wandering up Eastwell at two o’clock in the morning, mister?”
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Poem of the week

Yes Day

 

You wake me up
and ask me to turn and face you.

Foggy from the night before
and 1 a.m. sad songs,
I resist,
mumble,
and hide beneath my pillow.

You refuse to relent.
You reach under the covers
and take my hand in yours.

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Features

Story and Poem of the Week and Inspiration Point

Posted by airyfairy.

Whether you've been enjoying or surviving the heatwave, I hope everyone's had a good week! 

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'For All We Know We Don't' by Sean McNulty. Out Now! Review by Drew Gummerson

I am very pleased to announce the publication of 'For All We Know We Don't' - a collection of  short stories by our very own Sean McNulty. It's available to order from Amazon here:

 

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Story and Poem of the Month

Our Story and Poem of the Month for April, very kindly chosen by Airyfairy

 

 

 

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“The Way We Heard”: A New Fiction Challenge for ABCtales

 

“The Way We Heard”: A New Fiction Challenge for ABCtales

This new fiction challenge is sponsored by Cerasus who will donate £100 to ABCtales if all the criteria are met.

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Want to join ABCTales?

We've had to suspend the automatic joining facility for a while so if you would like to join us please email 

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Posting From Your Android Phone - Fixed!

Some of you have been having issues with posting your work using an android phone. Ewan and John our techie have been working really hard to fix this.

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Bee's Journey

Picks of the Month

After You'd Gone

After you'd gone, sometimes we would wake

and find you still there

in the favourite chair,

in the dust-ridden front room

alive with the sunlight streaming in.

And we would speak in surprise,

asking where had you been.

But you could do nothing 

but stare through the cathedral beams

of the morning sun

that magnified your presence.

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Bron-33

Continued from Chapter 32: Bron-32 | ABCtales

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