Pick of the day

Through the Doors

There’s nothing you can’t find when you walk through these doors.

Nothing that doesn’t have a price.

You remember you: there was this girl, blond with long plaits, who was maybe nineteen or twenty and looked sixteen. The doors have a way of calling to somebody, attracting their attention, in broad daylight, on a side street she’d never walked along before, and yet… unremarkable, ordinary.

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Story of the week

Puddle of land

They started coming soon after a woman on the island of North Ronaldsay mentioned her on a programme about island life shown on the telly. Mhari didn’t see the programme as she didn’t have a telly and was blind. That was part of the attraction, Mhari later realised.Read more

Poem of the week

Quincite

 

A reddish mineral deposit within limestone...

Image is from French website Fossiles et Mineraux, no known copyright issues.

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Features

Story and Poem of the Week and Inspiration Point

What a wealth of treasures posted this week - I think the rain must have inspired you all!

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STORY AND POEM OF THE MONTH

Our Story and Poem of the Month for May, very kindly picked by Alex Smith (london_calling79):

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STORY AND POEM OF THE MONTH

Our Story and Poem for the month of April has very kindly been selected by Parson Thru:

 

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STORY AND POEM OF THE MONTH

Our Story and Poem for March, very kindly selected by Philip Sidney:

 

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'Waiting For Another Velvet Morning' by Julia Macpherson. Reviews!

This one is personal for a few of us on ABCTales. Julia (Overthetop1) was one of our much loved users as is her mother Coral (seashore).

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Bee's Journey

Picks of the Month

bluebells

Lush warm blue. Radiant. Rain cool bells, fresh

celestial pigment, space untempered

slipped, low, through trees - solemn grey, hushed, host

this deep cobalt jubilee. Free, each year

flame quick burns through May shadows and incense

smell flushes delight from inner dullness

 as riches from sense to soul overflow

 

How many years will this colour feast

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