Pick of the day


No-one saw him fall from the sky the night of the strange lights. The lights themselves were only seen by the sleepless, the drunk, the late shift workers raising gritty eyes from their screens for a moment’s break. And they caused only a flurry of filler in the local news, and a brief effusion of conspiracy theories gibbering to themselves in the digital dark.

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Story of the week

The Gift

They are late. An hour tops he’d said, but it has been almost two. It is nearly Jack’s bedtime and his Transformers have been set up on his bedroom carpet ever since dad’s call. Grandad will be Grimlock and Jack is always Optimus Prime in car mode for every battle. I asked dad if they could come tomorrow instead, said it might be better to wait until we’d had chance to unpack and draw breath but he’d been incredulous,Read more

Poem of the week


Poetry Monthly

I hope the sun glowed down on you this summer. I spent most of August in Cornwall’s limpet pools and became obsessed with photographing mussels on sliding perilous rocks.

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Story and Poem of the Month

Announcement due soon.  

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Story, Poem and Inspiration Point of the Week

This week saw the launch party for the publication of Ex - Laurie Avadis' stunning debut novel which started here on ABCTales and was snapped up by Unbound. It's now available on Amazon and if you can leave a review it would be wonderfully helpful.

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Story, Poem and Inspiration Point of the Week.

This week there was a shortlist, which wasn't that short, for those poets in the running for the weekly winner accolade. The list found another name added to it today and it is with pleasure that I can announce Chant's Slave is our poem of the week:

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Picks of the Month

The Sewing Machine

As a young man, I was fond of walking holidays and particularly liked the wilds of Scotland, covering vast distances by foot. They were pretty much deserted then, and every year I’d spend a couple of weeks with the Duchess of X in Perthshire. It has to be an X I’m afraid or you might look her up. I believe she is still living, wrapped up in her ancestral tartan that comes all the way from Botswana.

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