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Fair Britannia, you do not stand alone !

Fair Britannia, You Do Not Stand Alone. During the darkest days of W.W. II, when Britain stood virtually alone on the European Continent, against the...
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"My favourite is Marlboro, have you tried before?" asked father suddenly, as he took his pouch of tobacco from a jacket pocket. I replied that I had...

Rise of a Prodigy: Chapter two

Chapter two of Rise of a Prodigy: Steffanes wakes up to another dark day of misery. Disruptions from his lieutenant and a visit from the ever-smug Aeros only serve to make things worse.

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Wheels within wheels

Rise of a Prodigy: Chapter one

Just to clarify, these four chapters are not brand new. I recently discovered this site, and wish for feedback. To summarize this story, Elisa Varian has spent her whole life waitng to become a prodigy of Gardena, an order of elite sorcerers who serve the kingdom. However, It soon becomes clear that not all is as it seems Meanwhile, Steffanes Ingriade, Captain of the Guard at Elleden tower, home of Gardena's prodigies, is tired of his monotonous duties. Yet his past haunts him, leaving him trapped in cycle of self hatred.
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Precious Gift

The current Monthly Poetry challenge reminded me of a poem I wrote in 2003 which I included in my Poetry Collection “Idle Thoughts”. Here is a repost.

A basin of moss

As a heart falls to pieces amongst ashes of the golden gaze, sullen faces peer downwards through their decaying wooden rings. Honey-like pollen...

The Moth’s descent

Perversion seeps As I descend into delirium.

Merry-go-round

Ants upon their merry-go-round of marmalade-tinged leaves, jitterbug around the other, and vanish. 24/05/17

Was she floating or dreaming.....

Photo Credit : https://unsplash.com/@chrisjoelcampbell?photo=Cp-LUHPRpWM . This was written in response to a photo prompt seen here : http://creativewriting.ie/writing-prompts/

The Picture Ranch 28

A shocking discovery... Image is copyright expired from a very old furniture catalogue of the 19th century, Image source Wikipedia commons Any chance of a genre/category "Noir"?

Poetry (What are you)

Poetry, what are you? Are you a tree that all poets try to climb? Tall and strong with many published branches With each poet striving hard to take a...

Essay: On Cuban-American Relations

Considering that the current Presidential administration has little use for political correctness, let's make use of that reality, and just talk...

The Darkness of Night

“Bring them in Alfred.” Alfred opened the doors releasing a throng of women rushing into the room causing a flood of bodies to engulf the room. All...

The Clock

He stared back at it and it stared back at him. His imagination seemed to impose itself on the blank page, where characters, settings, and worlds...
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How have we managed this? My hand on the stone of the bridge watching you walk over- cigarette testing the dark; hand to lips, hand to lips

Devon

Devon. I miss Devon- your primrose hedges and beech-quiet bluebell woods, pigeon coo and sheep bleat, sharp leaved wild garilc. The low moan of a cow...
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Love Boat

Fickle cats entice my affection from amid their amphibious dwellings. Through the gentle drift of the old man’s beard, the love boat ambles onward...

Brighton

Sipping on cyclops eye drops and peering through greenish haze whilst contemplating moth-eaten butterflies of yore. 17/04/17

Dawn

Buildings and wooden structures crackling as the sun warms before noon, bluetits’ chattering momentarily and merrily intensifying. A spider flies...

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