Pick of the day
Promises Beyond The Veil Of Light ( PT 6 )
Posted by skinner_jennifer on Wed, 15 Aug 2018
Picture by pixabay free images.
Part Six
Mina had slept a good part of the day before and through the night while her dad took care of her. Now she was feeling a lot better following her ordeal.
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Story of the week
The Trouser Problem
Posted by The Other Terre... on Tue, 07 Aug 2018
I was woken early one morning by a hammering on my back door. I quickly dressed and rushed downstairs to Find Alun waving trousers at me."I've brought the left trouser legs, Jed," he said.Read more
Poem of the week
Seasons in the Sun
Posted by Rosa Cruz on Wed, 08 Aug 2018
For Mrs Parry
She lived in a net-curtained house
with anaemic pot plants and china figurines
of big-eyed animals and ladies in long dresses.
There was always the smell
of stale sponge cake and a scattering
of doilies, a brown flowered carpet,
drab furniture with crochet antimacassars.
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Story and Poem of the Week and Inspiration Point
Our Poem of the Week - second time in a row! - goes to Rosa Cruz's 'Seasons in the Sun' and Story of the Week to The Other Terrence Oblong for his wonderful 'The Trouser Problem'. Congratulations to both.
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Story and Poem for the month of July very kindly chosen by Alex Smith (london_calling79):
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POETRY MONTHLY
Hello all, thanks for the wonderful contributions to poetry monthly in July! Some to go back to: Read more
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Picks of the Month
Round The Corner (Part One)
Posted by airyfairy on Wed, 01 Aug 2018
A sort of fairy story, for sort of grown ups.
Picture: Pixabay Creative Commons
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Life Underwater
Posted by Rosa Cruz on Mon, 30 Jul 2018
In my life underwater, everything has learnt
the trick of heaviness, slow
as Sunday afternoon.
Something ponderous with yellow eyes,
all bones and mange,
lifts its head.
Beached in the half-light of no-season
my inner weather is folded
in twilight.