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Promises Beyond The Veil Of Light ( PT 6 )

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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

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.
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Poem of the week

Seasons in the Sun

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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Features

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 OF THE MONTH

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:  

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Picks of the Month

Round The Corner (Part One)

A sort of fairy story, for sort of grown ups.

Picture:  Pixabay Creative Commons

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Life Underwater

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.

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