Pick of the day

The loading

continuing the tale of refugees

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Story of the week

"Willow's Tail" 11

The potted orchid bulb had the tiniest of sprouts peaking through the soil but Perfidia wasn’t encouraged. “This isn’t going to win any contest."
"Give it time Perfidia, that soil is the best in my garden, the deepest and richest; I’ve no doubt the orchid will grow.”
“I’m glad you’re hopeful, but we only have 10 more days,” Perfidia reminded her.
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Poem of the week

As the Bee flies

In memory of Bee  who lives on in the lives she touched as she flew through life. #seeabeethinkofme

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Features

Story and Poem of the Week and Inspiration point 18 June 2021

Story and Poem of the Week chosen by Ewan.

I’m sure this gets harder every week. Or at least harder every time it's my turn.

Story of the Week goes to Penny4athought’s continuing series “Willow’s Tail 11”

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Story and Poem of the Month

Story and Poem of the Month for May have very kindly been chosen by hudsonmoon:

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Novellas. Call for Submissions

I've been sent this by Leamington Books which is run by an old ABCTaler who's very kindly agreed to do a little question and answer session for us as a fundraiser soon.

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A Working Class State of Mind by Colin Burnett: Review

Once again, It's my pleasure to announce the publication of ABCTales writer Colin Burnett's debut short story collection. Here's a review by Celticman:

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The Blue Hour by M J Greenwood: Review

I'm delighted to announce the publication of yet another ABCTaler's debut novel: The Blue Hour by M.J. Greenwood, who writes on ABCTales as MJG

Here's a review by airyfairy:

The Blue Hour

by 

M J Greenwood

 

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IF YOU WOULD LIKE TO JOIN ABCTALES.COM

We have had to suspend the automatic joining facility for a while so if you would like to join us please email claudine@abctales.com or jane@abctales.com with your desired username and...Read more

Bee's Journey

Picks of the Month

Impaired

in your absence I welcome

pale thoughts of your body 

lying on dewy grass grasping the pleasure of earth 

with both hands

you smeared the sweetness of soil

across your lips,

ripped the flowers 

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Council Estate Jesus

The stones are lined out to throw. Baz has the broken bricks. We crouch behind the second-floor balcony of the flats. He peeks to see if he can spot the hearse.

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