Pick of the day

Circus Soleil and The Empress Card

She meets the balloon sculptor at the lido where the water is black and salted. When the tide comes in, the swells slop and jive her towards his exhibition of domestic animals. She buys a silver sausage dog, a white cat, straddles them on the sea wall, pretends they are debating horror in contemporary revisionist fairy tales. He tells her she is a right card: she asks if she is a spade, a diamond or a club?

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Story of the week

Amanderella Gottsnobbler and the Bangolin Tree Chapter 6

Chapter 6.
 
A Letter arrives.
 
After Mrs Thimblewick left, Amanderella’s mother sat for a long moment in the garden chair, the newspaper clipping trembling slightly in her hand. Lectures. In the city. Parrots. Vines with opinions. Tea and biscuits. It was all too much.
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Poem of the week

I heard the cuckoo sing today …

I heard the cuckoo sing today  … this welcome gentle sound of spring …

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Features

'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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Family Man by Colin Burnett. Review!

I'm very pleased to annnounce the publication of Colin Burnett's new book 'Family Man'

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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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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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